At around 5 o'clock in the morning Harry landed in a small city somewhere a few hundred miles away from the Dursley's now wrecked home. He shrunk his firebolt and then put his wand away, deciding not to try anymore magic for a little while. He went into an alley way and carefully stripped off his Pajamas and but on a pair of muggle jeans and a Gray T-shirt. He was almost frozen solid as he pulled out a large black jacket and slipped it on, zipping up the zipper most of the way.
Now that he was fully dressed, Harry decided to wander off to explore the city; he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a few crumpled bills which came to be about 45 dollars. He sighed and kept walking until he found a local train station which was now open. He went in and found that muggle London was a few hundred miles away and bought a train ticket for 35 dollars. Thirty minutes later, at about 6 in the morning, the train arrived and Harry and a few other people boarded the train., Harry fell into a fitful sleep and awoke to find the sky a grey drab color and that the train had stopped. There where to be 3 stops along the way, so Harry just laid back down and waited for the train to move again. For about an hour Harry lay there half asleep, then he decided to get up and go use the bathroom. When he stood up he saw that someone had left a hat in one of the compartments, so he reached for it and looked at it. It was a plain black hat with a white skull on it with the two bones crossed behind it. He decided a hat would help to hide his face, he would need to take precautions, and so he put on the hat and headed toward the bathroom.
About ten minutes later, the train stopped at the final pick-up station and then continued on their way. There was a knock on Harry's compartment door and he froze, and forgot to breathe for a second, then he rembered that he was on a muggle train in the middle of no where and put on a smile and opened the door. There was a great number of people there and the head, a tall, kind looking man smiled kindly and asked "pardon me sir but would you mind sharing your compartment, most are to full to fit all of us you see" Harry looked around, there were about eight of them, they looked like one big family and reminded Harry of the weasley's, so Harry let them in, even though he felt like being alone. In the end though, Harry excused himself and said he could let them have the compartment and went off to find another one.
Harry made his way to the very back of the train where he found two nearly empty compartments. He peeked inside both of them through the small windows on the doors, in the first there was a tired looking old man asleep sitting up, and in the other one there was a boy with long silvery blonde hair wearing all black, he looked asleep to. Harry decided he didn't want to wake the old man and chose the latter. He rapped softly on the door but the blonde either didn't hear it or was ignoring him, so Harry opened the door a crack and stuck his head in. "hello, umm...do you mind if I join you in here, I mean... see I gave my compartment up and..." Harry stopped rambling and looked at the boy, who didn't turn his head, just nodded a silent yes. He appeared to be gazing transfixed at the large slab of glass that formed the upper part of the wall on that side of the compartment. The weather out side had turned worse and the glass of the window was being pelted with rain, the sky was still a drab grey and the rolling green hills surrounding them seemed to blend into it.
Harry sat down a nice distance away from the blonde and set his small bundle next to him, he sensed that the other boy didn't want to make conversation, so the raven-haired boy just turned his head and settled at staring at the white plaster of the door. Slowly he let his thoughts drift and he went over the events of yesterday for the first time since fleeing the house.
Draco, for the first time, acknowledged the presence of the boy who had just entered his compartment. He tore his gaze away from the window, but his mind was still in the dungeons back at Malfoy Manor. The boy was sitting a respectable distance from the blonde; his head turned the other direction with a black, red, and gold school bag on his other side. He was a tall thin boy; he was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain black jacket with a grey shirt underneath. he was also wearing a black baseball cap with a white skull on the front which covered most of his head, shielding his eyes which where covered with a pair of round glasses. Draco could see that a bit of black hair poked out through the back of the cap since the boy had the back of his head turned to Draco.
He let his eyes wander down his body, searching the boy with his clear gray eyes. He stopped dead, forgetting to breathe for a moment. There was a long piece of brown wood sticking out of the boy's pocket. It was unmistakably a wand. Holly, 11 inches. The blonde stared at it for a second, the shock soon replaced by fear and anxiety. He didn't give himself time to think or apply logic to the situation as he grabbed his own wand out of his pocket and lunged at the dark-haired boy who squealed in surprise as he was pinned down and turned to face the blonde boy who was now straddling him.
Draco bent down over the boy and thrust his wand under the boy's chin. His hat had been knocked off and now he stared into an all too familiar face. "Potter" Draco muttered, still not moving his wand from where it was but rather pushing it farther against Harry's neck as the startled emerald eyes gazed up at him in shock. "What are you doing here?" Draco asked in a low deadly voice, narrowing his now stormy grey eyes.
"I could ask you the same thing Malfoy" Harry replied, his emerald eyes now narrowed as well. Draco felt the fear and paranoia slowly ebb away and was soon replaced by a slight feeling of foolishness as he registered that he was sitting on top of Harry Potter, not a dangerous death eater come to take him back to that monster. Draco straightened up and reduced the weight he was putting on the other boy but didn't entirely get off yet, though he did remove the wand from its threatening position. "So, tell me really Potter, what exactly are you doing here?" Draco asked, the threatening lowness of his voice now completely gone.
"That's none of your business Malfoy, of course I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't already know" Harry spat out bitterly. The blonde boy gave him an earnest look of confusion and replied "Know what, exactly?" "I'm surprised you weren't among them yourself" Harry muttered. Draco gave an exasperated sigh and said "honestly Potter I have no idea what you're talking about so if you would care to enlighten me..." The dark-haired boy looked up at Draco, not sure if he could trust him, though the look of lightly hidden confusion in his chilly grey eyes did look genuine. There was always the possibility that Draco was here to capture him and succeed at the mission that all those death eaters had failed at, which was what Harry had feared, but given the attack and the surprise he was pretty sure that Draco was as much surprised to see Harry there as He was. But then why was he there?
"First" Harry said, gazing at him suspiciously, "you tell me why you're here". But just then, the door was banged upon loudly and both boys looked at each other in fear, both of different things, and then quickly back to the door which was opened by a short bearded man pushing a trolley. "Anything off the trolley for you boys?" he asked gruffly. Harry shook his head but Draco stood up and walked to the cart, picked up a few bottles containing a murky white drink, and said "I'll take this thanks" and handed him some money as Harry stared at him in a quiet disbelief, how did Draco have more muggle money then him?
The blonde boy came back and handed Harry a bottle while popping his own open and taking a swig, "Not bad" he said looking at the bottle "Better than Butterbeer actually, a bit stronger though" and with that he took another swig then glanced at Harry who was still clutching his. Draco rolled his eyes and said sarcastically "What, you don't think I poisoned it or something do you?" Harry eyed him back and asked "where did you get that muggle money?" The blonde smirked and said "Wouldn't you like to know" and proceeded to take another drink from his bottle. Seeing the dark-haired boy's eyes narrow considerably, Draco sighed and said "Oh come on Potter, can't have a bit of fun? I'm just trying to lighten things up here. I've had a trying day and I didn't ask you to come barging into my compartment looking for a fight" Draco had had a trying day, but he was considerably cheery about it, seeing as he had succeeded and was now free. He hadn't looked at it that way until now and felt his mood lighten; he couldn't think why he wasn't as cheery before. "In fact, I've come out of it on top and am in the mood for some celebrating" he added. This visibly did not make Harry relax.
"Oh and what was your victory?" he asked in disgust, "Torture more muggles than any of the other death eaters today?" at this Draco narrowed his eyes too "Look Potter, I don't have to explain myself to you since you obviously have your opinion of me so well formed any way" he said coldly "So cant we just pretend we don't know each other and enjoy a drink, besides, you look like you could use one."
Harry thought about it, actually it sounded like a great idea, he needed to take his mind off some stuff. He threw what was left of his logic out the window and took a swig of the drink, drowning out the voices that where screaming 'your getting drunk with the son of a death eater who just attacked you, do you see nothing wrong here!?!?!' Draco smiled as Harry took another swig and said "I guess we could do that", besides, the blonde boy seemed honest, he felt like he could be trusted, so Harry trusted him, being the stupid prat he was. "That's good" said Draco, less strained now, "so did you hear about that quidditch match we fought against Bulgaria?" he asked starting off a series of passionate conversations about quidditch.
After about half an hour, three empty bottles littered the floor of the compartment and Harry and Draco were sniggering and Draco was muttering something about Snape and frilly red lace undergarments and then Harry collapsed into fits of laughter, shortly followed by Draco. They had done a good job at pretending. Draco had finished off 2 bottles of the drink and was now half way through a third while Harry had finished one and was sipping at a second. Draco, in his drunken stage, had started telling Harry about a dream he had had once. He described it starting with him and his father walking into F&B and finding Harry there. In his rather bizarre dream, Draco explained through fits of laughter, that Lucius had jumped onto Harry's lap and was saying 'come on Harry let's fly to the Carnival', while the blonde stood mortified watching, and that then, Harry had said 'well alright, but this is that last time! I can't have you at the Dursley's at 2 o'clock in the morning begging for me to fly you everywhere! It has to stop. I mean it, this is the last time!' And with that he had flown away with lucius on his back, leaving Draco staring up at them in wild disbelief.
Harry rolled around, brushing away tears of laughter, and then accidentally rolled onto Draco. For a moment he stared up at the pale grey eyes staring back at him in a mixture of surprise and amusement, along with some other indistinguishable emotions, the boy was very good at hiding them, Harry had noticed. The blonde smiled down at Harry whose head lay on his lap, he then did the most shocking thing he could have possibly done, besides putting his undergarments on his head and screaming "MUDBLOODS FOR PRESIDENT" at the top of his lungs (though Harry didn't think Malfoy was sure what a president was...anyway...). He reached down, and in a surprisingly gentle gesture, he brushed some strands of jet black hair away from Harry's forehead, revealing the bright read scar. He ran his finger lightly over the scar with a look of consideration on his face, but once he noticed Harry's startled expression, he stopped and stared down at Harry and began to chew on his lip nervously. "A.... So you have some strange dreams huh Malfoy, never would have guessed I was in them" Harry said to break the silence and cracked a smile, which Draco returned hesitantly. "Ya that was pretty strange, my father would probably never do that though...." He added unnecessarily, that was pretty obvious, Harry thought.
Out of nowhere Draco's expression suddenly turned bitter and he mumbled "slimy old bastard", and just like that the moment was gone as Draco folded his arms across his chest with his usual sneer screwed on his pale face. When Harry stopped he whispered "what did you say?" "Not you" Draco replied, "My father". Harry knew he wasn't talking about him, but he still tried to get Malfoy to continue, "Why? What did he do?" Malfoy shook his blonde head and replied "I knew sooner or later you would start asking questions Potter, you're going to ruin it". The dark-haired boy looked at him determinedly and said "well you started it, besides, I think it's time you told me why the hell your sitting in a muggle train compartment at around 9 in the morning dressed like a Goth and attacking anyone who takes a seat next to you!". The blonde boy stared at him, then began "Well I suppose you are right".... "Well my slimy bastard of a father, as you know, is completely faithful to that monster Voldemort" he continued "so faithful that he would even give his own son to that vile thing"
Harry stared at Draco as if he was speaking Gobble-Gook, and when the other boy finally caught his eye, he sighed and began retelling everything that had transpired, knowing that he wouldn't understand otherwise. The nagging thought of why he was explaining himself to Potter was at the back of his mind for a second, but he completely dismissed it seeing as he was drunk, and needed to confide in someone, Potter conveniently being the only possibility.
The dark haired boy stared wide eyed at the blonde boy as he recounted his story, not with many details but not missing much. "I had no idea you were against Voldemort so much" Harry whispered in awe. "Ya well, when I finally saw reality instead of that fake little illusion fed to me when I was a boy, I formed that opinion." He paused then added "I tried to ignore it and pretend like I didn't feel that way but this is what it all lead up to, I'm both disgusted and terrified of joining him. But he is so very wrong, I would never join him, not ever" he finished hotly, anger slightly visible boiling over in his steamy grey eyes.
"Now Potter, I've told you my story, now you tell me yours" said Draco, changing the subject. Harry sighed and decided it was only fair, so he told him about the death eaters, the Dursleys and their deaths, about using his firebolt which was stowed in his pocket, but was careful to leave out the voices and his fear. He knew Draco had done the same. Besides that, he doubted he would care anyway, would probably mock him for it. "So were both on the run from death eaters 'ay potter" Draco said but with no trace of humor in his face or voice. He gave him a curious look and asked "so what do you plan to do any way? Go to your weasel friend?" Harry was slightly irritated by him referring to Ron like that, but answered "no, I can't go to Ron or Hermione, that would put them both in danger, and Hogwarts seems to be the only safe place....but that doesn't open for two months...." as Harry said this he pondered it himself, what was he going to do?
He hadn't thought about it until now actually, before he was just focused on escaping and getting on the train and then he had been distracted by Malfoy, and now he had to decide what he was going to do for the next two months until he could go back to Hogwarts. "I guess I'm going to hide out somewhere in muggle London to be discrete. I'll probably rent out a flat until school starts...." He said, making it up along the way and coming to the conclusion that it was in fact a very good plan. He turned to Malfoy and asked him what he was planning on doing. Malfoy began to think and suddenly started to turn very pale as the realization dawned on him that he had no where to go, no where to stay, and no money what so ever, muggle or wizarding. "I really have no idea" he replied suddenly looking ill as well. Harry guessed as much about having no where to stay and no money, but he also knew Draco wouldn't have a clue what to do in the muggle world and he wasn't going to chance the wizarding world since the boy was obviously scared to death of going back to Voldemort. Well maybe that wasn't the right way to put it, but Harry knew he would rather die before going back and would promptly stick to that.
He felt sympathy for the boy he had once hated so much. He had gone through hell for these past two years and now that he had managed to escape it he had no idea what to do and no where to go. He also felt a surge of guilt and thought of if he should ask Draco if he would want to stay with him. He wasn't sure if he could trust Draco, but something told him the boy was telling the truth and that he should give him another chance. Plus having him there would definitely increase their chances of evading capture by death eaters, since they where both very powerful and experienced wizards for their age. And though Harry hated to admit it, he and Draco were both pretty evenly matched.
Finally Harry sighed deeply and looked at the slytherin boy; he was staring blankly at the floor, still pale as death, obviously racking his brain out trying to come up with something he could do. "Mal..Malfoy" Harry said, trying to get the blonde's attention, when he finally looked up he seemed startled as if he had completely forgotten Harry was sitting there next to him, "Would you.... I mean do you think.... You want to come with me?" he asked uncertainly. The blonde boy looked at him in confusion "what do you mean? Come with you where?" he asked. "Err... to rent the flat...we could....you could stay with me until school starts" he answered. The blonde now shot him a look of disbelief; wondering if had heard him right. "You would actually trust me in the same house as you, sleeping in the same place as you?" Draco asked flatly. "Well when you put it that way it does make it sound less appealing" Harry said agitated. "Aren't you afraid I'll turn you in or curse you or something when your not looking?" he asked. "Look Malfoy" Harry said, now extremely annoyed, he was trying to do the boy a favor and he was pointing out all the reasons why Harry would be insane to even consider it, "I'm offering you this so you either take it our leave it" he finished.
The blonde looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He looked weary and like he had missed a few days worth of sleep, his sorrow and exhaustion showing through his warm gray eyes, Harry thought he saw something of gratitude, maybe relief there, but he couldn't be sure. He sighed heavily and said "All right Potter, what's the plan?" as if this was all for Harry's benefit and not his. But Harry shrugged that off and said "well as far as a plan goes, we can go and rent a muggle flat, I think I can probably exchange some money for enough muggle money to rent one for two months. We are going to need to disguise ourselves you know, they aren't going to rent flats out to two kids. And there's furniture to, we can't use our wands because we will probably get detected..."
Draco grimaced at the thought of life without a wand. And of how they could possibly pull this off without a wand, Harry was thinking along those same lines. "Well" he began slowly, "I do have an Idea for renting the flat, but I know you won't like it..." Draco raised his eyebrow and then drawled"Hey, I'll do anything to keep me away from Voldemort, I'm sure whatever your thinking of won't pose as much of a problem for me" Harry smirked and said "if you say so......" the train suddenly came to a halt in muggle London.
About an hour later, Harry walked out of a muggle mall wearing his gray t- shirt and jacket with a new pair of black dickies on looking extremely amused. When he was out the side door, he turned and grinned evilly "Come out dear" he crooned. A tall blonde walked out from the door behind Harry wearing a knee length spaghetti-strap powder pink dress with pink pumps to match, also an angry scowl. It was Draco. "Oh shut it Potter!" he snapped at Harry who couldn't help sniggering, a blush creeping into his pale face. He crossed his arms haughtily over his chest and scowled even more, glaring at Harry. The dark haired boy couldn't help but think what a pretty girl Draco made, beautiful in fact. Long pale legs and slender body curved underneath the silky material of the dress, shoulder length blonde hair set loose and falling into his face, his lips painted a light shade of red. "Potter stop looking at me!" Draco snapped, "I swear I will kill you for this!" "Now now dear" said Harry, barley suppressing a giggle. "Come along and lets stop this silly arguing, we need to go to see that flat".
Harry went to take Draco's arm but the blonde slapped him away fiercely, still glaring. "Draco!" he hissed, "We are supposed to look like a couple remember, so lets play along!", "I don't find this amusing in any way Potter!" he hissed back, "why couldn't you have been the girl!" "Because you are such a sexy devil in that dress" Harry teased, almost bursting out in fits of laughter, Draco positively fumed. "Just come on already, we have to go and get to that flat" Harry finally said. Draco let out a deep sigh and took Harry's arm, "fine let's go" he said in an exasperated voice. They walked down the streets and headed toward a white office building where they had been instructed to go to rent out the flat. Harry let Draco sit down while he went to talk to the man in the office, who told him all the details. Harry walked back out and sat down next to Draco (his wife) and whispered to him "I'm going to go out really quick, I need to get some money and transfer it to muggle money, can you wait here?" "Fine" Draco said, then he looked at Harry and smirked "Be careful dear".
Harry got up and headed towards the door, throwing one last look at Draco before leaving. The blonde looked positively ravishing, he sat with his legs crossed picking invisible lint off of the hem of his pink dress, strands of silvery hair falling into his face even as he tried to tuck it away behind his ears. Harry shudder at the thought of his enemy looking ravishing in drag and quickly left the room. But then again Malfoy was no longer his enemy was he, or at least was not to be considered such since they where to be living together for two months.
Two months stuck in a flat with Malfoy. What the hell had he been thinking!?!?! He asked himself as he let the idea sink in for the first time. He would have to be confined for two months with that rude, snobby git as his only company. He would bet 100 galleons that he would go insane by the first week. He would probably be bossed around, complained at, verbally attacked, mocked, the list went on and on... what had he been thinking asking Malfoy to stay with him? He regretted it horribly now, but there was no turning back. Harry slid on his invisibility cloak and made his way as fast as he could towards the entrance to diagon alley. He really had no idea how he was going to get into his bank vault, but he figured he would figure out once he got there since their plan needed money to work.
Somehow He got into the bank, past the goblins, and ran into Bill Weasley. "What the..." Bill gasped as he bumped into an invisible force standing in his path. Harry's urgent whisper came from no where "Bill! It's me, Harry, listen I need to get into my vault and transfer some money into muggle money quick!" "Harry?!" whispered Bill in an urgent voice. "yeah it's me , I can't talk right now and my where abouts have to be unknown but tell Ron that I'm okay and that I will be going back to Hogwarts when the time comes, and until then don't draw much attention to me because I'm hiding out." At the look of puzzlement on Bill's face Harry said "it's really important so please just do it!" After He had convinced Bill of who he was, He got Harry's money and transferred it for him, promising to get the message to Ron. They both said their goodbyes without further questions and Harry rushed back to Draco.
When he got back, He and Draco quickly paid for the flat for two months and rushed to it. It was a large flat on the 5th story of a building with a flat on each floor. From the outside the building looked rather dull, but on the inside it was quite lovely. Their flat had a kitchen, dinning room, living room, two bathrooms and the master bedroom, the only furniture being the kitchen appliances, a bed, a couch, and a dinning table with chairs. As soon as Draco made the discovery of the one bed he threw up a fit and began to argue but eventually Harry convinced him that it was only temporary and they would soon get another bed.
Now the problem was protection spells. "We need protection spells Draco" Harry said warily, "I don't think we can do magic here, and we need to be undetected". "I know" muttered Draco, he had taken a seat on the white leather couch and was now calmly twirling his long white wand. Harry raised his eyebrows and asked "Have you got any ideas you would like to share?" "Well.... I do know a Handy spell that you can put on a wand to keep it from being detectable when using magic, but it needs a wand to place the spell on it" he said slowly. Harry thought this over for a moment as Draco's eyes slowly wandered onto him. "Well, one of use is going to have to risk it, to put the spell on the others wand, and then the other can do the same..." Harry paused to think for a moment "But we are going to need to go somewhere to do this, somewhere that this will be harder to detect".
"Diagon Alley" the blonde stated flatly, "Lots of wizards, we can go there in heavy cloaks, place the spell, and leave quickly" Harry looked up at Draco in surprise, maybe the Blonde would come in handy after all. "okay, we can go there like this, and once at the entrance we can throw on the cloaks and go to a corner in some shop there, You will put the spell on my wand, we'll go back to the flat, and I'll put the spell on your wand, okay?" the blonde nodded in agreement. "But after we set up some furniture and protection spells we are NOT going to use any more magic, is that clear?" Harry added. The blonde scowled and looked as if this was some great injustice. He was about to say something but then thought better of it and said "You're the boss"
And with that they headed out the door, Harry in his jacket and Hat, Draco in his dress and pumps, carrying a bag that contained their cloaks and Harry's invisibility cloak as well. Once they got to Diagon Alley Harry turned to Draco and took the bag and pulled out his invisibility cloak along with their black cloaks, he threw the black one over himself as Draco did the same. Once they where fully disguised Harry threw the invisibility cloak over them as an extra precaution and then they both entered Diagon Alley.
The streets where crowded with witches and wizards in all colored robes and Harry and Malfoy had to stay so close together under the invisibility cloak that their shoulders were stuck against each other permanently. Malfoy lead the way into a corner where he leaned against the wall and pulled out his wand, waiting for Harry to do the same. "Okay, go ahead" Harry said , his wand now out. The blonde boy muttered something unfamiliar and Harry's wand began to vibrate and glow green. It began to throb violently and Harry was beginning to panic but just as quickly as it had set into motion, it stopped. Draco smiled and looked smugly at Harry, "Done" he stated. "Good, now lets get out of here" Harry said grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him back out the way they came from and towards their flat. Once there he finally let go of Draco who rubbed his arm and scowled at Harry.
The blonde boy held out his wand to Harry and said "Just say the words and do this" he demonstrated a swishy movement with his wand "then point the wand steadily and don't let go until my wand stops moving. Got it?" he finished. The dark haired boy nodded and proceeded to do the spell on the other boy's wand. Draco brought his wand up to his face and turned it over, examining it, he gave an approving look and put it down, "What now Potter?" he drawled. "Now we start with the spells, I'll do the safety spells, you start with the furniture, just the necessities", with that Harry walked out of the flat and into their Hallway, where he began to set spells around the door into the flat and out of the elevator.
When he was done he was exhausted, he stepped into the flat and his mouth dropped open. The large windows in the living room where now fitted with long black velvet Drapes, the white leather couch was now black leather and was accompanied by two black leather arm chairs, they all had green and silver velvet pillows, one of each color on each chair. The white fire place was now brick and took up most of the wall, there was a large wooden coffee table in front of it that had a black and green vase on it containing a few red roses. All of this sat on a large dark Persian rug of some sorts and there where little tables in the corners made of the same wood as the coffee table with old looking dark elegant lamps matching the rug.
Harry was almost scared to see what Draco had done to the bedroom. But then again, he had to hand it to him, Draco was a great decorator. As he stepped into it he received another shock. The bedroom now had a large four poster bed with scarlet and gold curtains hanging from the posts. The bed spread was a brilliant shade of scarlet and the pillows were all scarlet and gold. There were two nightstands, one on either side of the bed, each with a white lamp on it. The floor was covered in another dark Persian rug only this one was mostly a dark shade of red, the one window in the side wall had red velvet hangings to match the bed and there was a wooden desk in the corner containing a wide black flower vase with all sorts of pretty flowers spilling out of the sides. There was now a small brick fire place on the other wall surrounded by two overstuffed red velvet poufs. Harry smiled, he liked this room.
He continued to the dinning room which now had a gold chandelier filled with red candles and the table was wood with matching chairs lined in red cloth. The main bathroom now had black marble shelves and stands with silver sinks and a large mirror lined in silver. There was a huge black marble bathtub connected to the wall that would have given the prefect's bathtub a run for its money. It had black silk curtains in front of it that hung from a silver bar and standing in front of the tub was Malfoy, he had paused and seemed to be trying to make and important decision. He finally nodded and made a few flicks of his wand which turned the walls into black tile and surrounded the bathtub with flowers on all sides almost spilling into it and a silver tray of what looked like soaps and shampoos.
"Wow" Harry whispered as he looked around the room. Malfoy turned to face him, just noticing his presence, and smiled smugly, "Thank you Potter, I know I am amazing aren't I". All Harry could reply to that was another "Wow". Malfoy's grin widened. He had tried very hard to impress Harry, even please him, he hadn't known why though and only questioned it now, he wasn't even sure why he tried. . But that didn't matter, it had worked and the raven haired boy was in awe of Draco's work. The blonde slythrein was very pleased with himself. "I didn't know.... When did you learn to decorate?" he asked. Draco shrugged "I didn't, I'm just good at magic like this I guess". "Well the rooms, the house, it all looks really great, I especially liked the bedroom" He said slightly out of breath, he felt a bit weird about complementing the Blonde boy and was sure his complement would be met with a snide comment, but to his surprise Draco said "I thought you would, that's why I did it that way, red and gold for the mighty Gryffindor" He teased, then surprisingly enough, smiled. Harry smiled back, then remembered that Draco was only supposed to do a little magic, "Draco you were only supposed to do what was necessary" he said feebly. Draco's smile widened "Oh well" he said off handedly, bringing back Harry's grin.
Draco realized he was sharing a friendly moment with Harry Potter and instantly looked down, breaking their eye contact. Instead his eyes made contact with his body and the pink dress he was still wearing, he let out a surprised and disgusted "Uhhh!!!" and raced into the bedroom to discard of the cloths with Harry following him slightly alarmed. Draco peeled off the dress leaving him with only a pair of silver boxers on and began to remove the pumps in disgust. Harry blushed and turned quickly, hand over his eyes and walked out of the room and into the living room sitting down on the couch and feeling his face burn. Draco walked in a few minutes afterwards and said "ahh that's much better", the raven haired boy turned to see that the blonde was now wearing a gray turtleneck with a pair of faded blue jeans, "Now what have we got to eat around here?" he asked.
Harry was reminded about the lack of food by his own stomach's growling. He frowned and said "We need to go grocery shopping or something but I don't think it will be such a good idea for either of us to go out". Draco rolled his eyes and said "I can conjure us some food and then I'll make something", and with that the blonde went along into the kitchen leaving Harry alone in the living room. He pulled out his wand and with a flick of it set fire to the untouched logs that sat on the hearth. Maybe this arrangement wasn't going to be so bad after all.
When night time came, Harry was thinking the opposite. "I will NOT sleep in a bed with you Potter!" Draco yelled. "Yes you are unless you want to sleep on the couch!!" Harry replied.
"Oh no YOU are the one who is sleeping on the couch!!! Who knows what you'll do to me while I'm asleep!"
"Screw you Malfoy, I am not sleeping on the couch because Princess Draco wants a bed to himself!"
"We'll see about that potter!"
A few minutes later Harry heard the door to the bedroom slam and the unmistakable clink of a lock being turned. 'The stupid git!' Harry thought bitterly as he threw himself on the couch 'Stupid spoiled stuck up git'. Just then a crack sounded right above Harry and a pillow and a blanket dropped onto Harry's head, "Oh how considerate of you Malfoy, thanks!!!!" he yelled, "selfish git" he mumbled. Harry stuck the pillow under his head and stretched the blanket over himself.
As he closed his eyes and snuggled into the soft leather of the couch and the blanket he had wrapped snuggly around himself, Harry had to appreciate the comfort of this. Even though this wasn't a bed 'cough cough stupid git' he was still comfortable and the radiating warmth from the fire made him feel even more at home, though what home he meant he did not know. There was also that friendly full feeling in his stomach as he remembered that delicious meal Draco had made of baked potato, ground beef, and wonderfully flavored rice. He had to hand it to him; the boy could cook, though how the hell he could escaped Harry completely. With these thoughts he felt himself dosing of with a peaceful feeling.