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A/N Sorry this chapter's so short, about half way through I was stuck with a horrible case of writer's block, and I had to resort to desperate measures. However strange it may sound, the only sure way for me to get rid of writer's block is to turn off all the lights, put on the little house on the prairie movies, and start writing. My family thought I was insane, but it worked. In fact, Little House on the Prairie is playing right now… Anyways, sorry about the wait, I was stalling waiting for more reviews…

Everyone froze up as soon as they entered the room. Mrs.Weasley's eyes widened in shock as she surveyed the scene in front of her. Harry's eyes were shut, his head lying in Draco's lap, and Draco himself had a look of pure horror gracing his paling face.

There were a couple of conclusions that could be drawn from this, but lucky for Draco, Lupin managed to keep himself calm, and did one of the smarter things that could be done in the situation.

"What happened?" He asked, voice quivering only slightly.

"Uh, he fainted?" Draco answered, the tone of a question tingeing his voice slightly. The congregation gave looks of disbelief, but no one commented.

"Dumbledore will hear of this," McGonagall admonished sternly.

Dumbledore! Draco's mind finally clicked back into its usual quick witted state.

"When will Dumbledore be arriving to punish me?" Draco asked, trying desperately not to display his eagerness at being 'punished'.

All eyes present narrowed at this, except for Harry's, who was just beginning to come to.

"Harry!" Mrs.weasley burst out, all suspicions forgotten as she rushed to Harry's side, dropping to her knees. "Oh Harry dear, are you all right?" she gushed, laying her hand on Harry's forehead.

"You feel ok…" she admitted, helping Harry to his feet.

"I'm fine," Harry assured everyone, brushing off Mrs.Weasley's supporting arm.

"What happened Harry?!" Ron nearly screamed, running forward towards Harry, who took on a resigned look as Ron rushed towards him.

"What did Malfoy do to you Harry? Did he curse you? Did he hex you? Maybe it was a—" Harry quickly put a stop to that kind of thinking.

"Calm down Ron. Dra—Malfoy didn't do anything to me! I'm just tired, and I was helping him unpack when I must have passed out. It was nothing," Harry told a still unconvinced Ron.

"If you say so," Ron responded, not wanting to say that he didn't believe Harry, but also not wanting to say that he did believe Malfoy. Unfortunately, he couldn't have both.

"Harry dear, you do look tired…perhaps you should take a quick nap before dinner," Mrs.Weasley said, already leading Harry to his rooms.

"And none of you bother him! Harry needs his rest. Yes, that means you too, Ron," she severely told her youngest son, who had tried to slip through the doorway beside Harry.

"Harry needs his rest. He's had a long day! Shoo! All of you, downstairs!" Nobody was willing to disagree with Mrs.Weasley when she was in a temper, so the whole group filed downstairs. The whole group, except that is, Draco Malfoy.

Draco had watched the whole affair with certain nonchalance. They couldn't punish him, because he hadn't done anything, and their leader, Dumbledore knew that. Draco was sure that so long as he had Dumbledore on his side, nothing could go too terribly wrong.

But that didn't mean that he was going to follow a group of Weasels and other assorted Order members downstairs with out Harry to keep them from killing him. He also didn't want to be alone, for fear of being attacked by an angry Ron. The only option that left was to sneak past Mrs.Weasley, and go sit in Harry's and the Weasel's room until it was time for dinner.

Draco had decided that the only way that he was going to survive the remainder of the summer was to stick by Harry's side at all times. As much as he hated to admit it, Potter was the only thing keeping him from being killed.

So Draco had slipped through the doorway, and sat down with his back leaned up against Harry's bed, prepared to sit there until it was time for dinner.

"Hello Draco," came a voice from the bed above him. Draco jumped slightly.

"How'd you know it was me?" Draco asked, sliding up onto his knees so that he could see Harry, whose eyes were shut.

Now that was a question that Harry didn't want to answer. He sighed deeply, not about to tell Draco what had happened during the legimancy. Not about to tell about the connection it had forged…

"Saw you sneak in," Harry answered instead.

"Oh. I just didn't want to be alone with all the Weasels…" Draco told Harry, who opened his eyes long enough to shoot Draco a glare at the term 'Weasel'.

"You really shouldn't call them that," Harry chided, closing his eyes again. He really was tired, and Draco hadn't been lying when he'd said that Harry'd fainted of exhaustion, the exhaustion had just been brought about by a different nature then Draco had led them to believe.

Harry hesitated slightly, and then opened his eyes again, this time looking Draco in the eye with certain sadness in his eyes.

"What're we going to do when we go back to Hogwarts," Harry asked nervously, eyeing Draco.

"I don't know. I haven't really thought that far. My objective right now is not to get killed by one of the weasel clan," Harry laughed at this, but still wanted his question answered.

Draco sensed this, but he honestly couldn't think of an answer.

"We'll think about that when we have to," the blonde said, knowing that it wasn't a real answer, but he would have to figure it out for himself before he could worry about figuring it out for Harry.

"Wake me up when it's time for dinner."

Draco nodded, and slid back down until he was leaning once again against Harry's bed. It was only a couple of minutes before he heard the slow, steady breathing that signified sleep.

Malfoy closed his own eyes, thinking how much his life had changed in just a single short day. And the day wasn't over yet.

A/N I feel accomplished. I've written ten whole chapters. Aren't you proud of me? I do have a request for this chapter.

It's currently taking all the self-control not to turn this into a slash story. I'd like some feed-back as to your thoughts. I was rather depressed last chapter, when I only got one review. My thanks to Karone-Sakura! Remember, Reviews are food for the author's soul, and I'm starving!!!