Safe House

Chapter One

A young man with messy black hair leaned on his trolley and gazed at the barrier between platforms 9 and ten at Kings Cross Station. He glanced at the blond man beside him.

"Quite the summer eh, Drake?" he asked jovially. "I think I'd like to do that again."

"Why don't we start by getting through the barrier and onto the train Harry," Draco Malfoy replied. "We could get our own compartment..." He let the sentence hang in the air. "Hmm?"

A cloaked figure, brushing past them, quickly disrupted their conversation. The boys shared a glance before dashing through the barrier; just in time to see the figure join a large group of similarly garbed people.

The Dark Lord, Voldemort, was still at large, killing a torturing innocents, wizard and muggle alike.

Everyone on the platform was giving the cloaked group a wide berth.

Frowning, Harry scrutinized the group. Before he could decide on a course of action, he found his airways cut off and bushy hair obscuring his view.

"Harry!" the bushy hair squealed. "I'm so happy you're still alive!"

"Bloody 'ell mate," exclaimed Harry's first fried, Ron Weasley. "What happened to you? You're taller and... and is that a smile I see?"

"Hi 'Mione, Ron," Harry greeted them. "I missed you guys too."

Draco laughed at Harry's hedging tactics. "I happened, Weasley," He said with a grin on his face.

The atmosphere changed abruptly.

Ron dragged Harry aside. "What's gotten into you mate?" Stay in the loo too long? He's a bloody Death Eater."

"You've got to look past the exterior Ron," Harry said softly, not really wanting to go through this yet. "I lo- care for him. I won't let you hurt him. Voldemort's Mark will never mar Drake's arm. Think on it Ron. I don't want to lose you as a friend, but I'm not letting go of Draco either." Grabbing his trolley, he marched off to the train without a backward glance.

"You better not have hurt him Weasel," Draco hissed. He then followed Harry to a compartment near the end of the train.

"Excited Green Eyes?" Draco asked.

"Absolutely," Harry replied. He chuckled at the Malfoy Heir's delighted expression. "But wait until Blaise gets here."
"And here I was hoping we could have a little fun before Blaise got here." He came up behind Harry and massaged the boy's shoulders.

"Mm, much as I'd love to," Harry murmured. "I don't think we should Drake-"

"And why, pray tell, not?" Draco asked as he methodically cracked Harry's back for him.

"Because people are reading this?"

"Well that's a flimsy excuse-"

"And someone could walk by and look in?"

"Obscuring charm nitwit."

"Oh."

"Flimsy excuse"

"Which one?"