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Here we come a kidnapping...

Harry was starting to get used to being "at home" at the Dursley's, since they'd gone on their month long holiday to America. In fact, the place was downright homey without them. He had the run of the house, and since he'd broken the padlock on the bathroom things were going well. He'd taken a dangerous trip to Diagon Alley via the Knightbus early in the summer and exchanged Galleons for pounds, then gone to the grocery store and bought enough junk food to last…oh…ages.

It was pleasant, in a way that he hadn't thought Privet Drive could ever be. So, when the doorbell rang he didn't hesitate to answer it…after all he was long old enough to be at home by himself, and irritating the Dursleys by letting all their friends know he still existed was a time honored joy in his life.

That's why, it was all the more shocking to find someone from his other life on the doorstep. Not only that, but one of his enemies. Just how in the hell did he find him? Harry stared at the boy, for it was only the blonde ferrety git (thank God), in silence. What was there to say? There was nothing that Malfoy could do to him while he was under the protection of the Dursley's roof.

Draco huffed, Potter was gaping like a goldfish at him. "Ok, lets go, Potter," he said.

"What?"

"Lets. Go."

"Go? What? Where?….. Why?"

"I'm kidnapping you. Come on. Let's get going."

"What? I'm not coming with you."

Draco sighed. "Why not?"

"Because you just said that you were kidnapping me!"

"Well …that's true. Pleaseeee Potter?"

"No!"

Draco sighed again. "Comeon…. Pleaaaaaase? Just—just come outside with me. We'll take a walk down the street."

Harry raised one eyebrow. "Are you insane? I'm not leaving this house. Especially not with you. Who're you trying to kidnap me for anyway?"

"Well it's not Voldemort, if that's what you're thinking."

"That's what I'm thinking."

"Well you're wrong. Dead wrong."

"Your dad then? He got some sort of nefarious plan for me?"

"No, but…. the plan thing might be right."

"Who else has nefarious plans for me?"

Draco glanced behind him, shiftily, and shrugged. "Lots of people."

"So you're what? Planning to sell me on eBay?"

"Yes of course, whatever that is."

Harry rolled his eyes. "What do you really want, Malfoy?"

Draco smiled. "I want you to come outside and have a little chat with me."

"Why do I have to come outside for that? You just want me to come outside so you can attack me."

"In a manner of speaking."

Harry was confused, was it just his eyes, or was Malfoy blushing? "Why don't you come inside and we can have a chat." Yes, Malfoy was definitely blushing. Weird.

"No, I think I'll just go uhm…I'll go home…so… er…see you later, …Potter."

Harry stared at him. "You're going to leave?"

"Yes."

"What the hell, Malfoy? You're getting weirder every year!"

Draco cringed. He reached out and brushed Harry's hair away from his forehead. "Sorry," he said.

It was Harry's turn to stutter. "So…you don't want to…like maybe you could come in for tea? Like today, or maybe you could like…tomorrow? …or something…"

Draco grinned, his face still the color of a Coke sign. "Er…ok, maybe—yes. To both or, uhm, all?" he laughed nervously.

Harry smiled, and grabbing Draco's retreating hand he pulled him through the door and slammed it. Be it ever so humble, the Dursley's was really starting to be a great place to live.