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Chapter Seven- Death Eater Conspiracies and Hospital Pajamas

Draco looked around the hall outside of Harry's room. He wondered when Dumbledore would be back. He would really like to get back to the Leaky Cauldron, but Dumbledore would probably think he had gone off to do something 'Death Eater orientated' and he didn't feel like having aurors bursting in on him, so he waited. After a while, he could hear Harry's voice as it got louder. He was obviously mad at something Dumbledore did. 'Dumbledore just lets Potter rant at him? I guess being Dumbledore's favorite does have it's perks after all. I'd like to call that old coot some few choice words, but he'd probably have me expelled for trying something like that. Of course, Harry could blow up the school and Dumbledore'd make some excuse for him.'

"WHY MALFOY OF ALL PEOPLE!"

Draco was torn from his musings by Harry's voice shouting at Dumbledore. 'What on earth are they talking about? Or better, who?' He found himself curious. 'Why me, or why my father? I guess either one could make sense, but he wouldn't really be mad at Dumbledore for what my father did would he? But it's not Dumbledore's fault that I was the one to save him. Perhaps he's mad at Dumbledore for leaving me overnight alone with him. Yes, that would be it. I would be furious too if the situation was reversed. How thick was Dumbledore anyways, leaving his favorite student with his torturer's son?' He found himself slightly amused by this. If Dumbledore was always that naïve and careless with his students, it was no wonder Harry had been caught in the first place. 'How did my father get Potter anyways?'

Draco was just beginning to think of ways that Lucius could have captured Harry when the door opened. Dumbledore stepped out.

"Draco, I need you to stay with Harry again tonight. I know it's not exactly a preferable situation to be in, but we really do need someone here."

Draco stared at him. 'See what I'm talking about?' he thought to no one in particular. "Why is it," Draco began "that you would leave your favorite student with his torturers son, and also someone who hates him, and not be the least bit worried about it? How do you know you can trust me?" he asked in an almost accusatory voice.

Dumbledore looked over his moon-shaped spectacles that Draco had always hated, and answered. "You know, I would have thought it would be Harry to ask that question. I simply trust my instinct. Why would you have saved him if you were planning on killing him?"

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. "How do you know I didn't just want to make you look like a fool, and get all the glory to myself?"

Dumbledore looked amused. "You know, for two people who hate each other so much, you and Mr. Potter think quite alike. However, that often is the case. I am afraid, however, that I must answer your question with another question. If you were planning on doing all of this, why would you have told me your plan just now?" And with that, he swept off down the corridor, leaving Draco staring blankly after him.

"But…I never said I'd stay" he called weakly after him. He sighed and turned back around. "Damn infuriating man, he is," he grumbled under his breath. He walked back into Harry's room, scowling. He all but slammed the door behind him. He flopped immediately onto his chair, then looked over at Harry. "Having fun?" he asked sarcastically.

Harry glared at him. "You don't have to stay, you know. You can leave. Honestly, I don't mind." he said, gesturing to the door.

Draco could have laughed, but he didn't. "Yes, and I'm sure Dumbledore would take that perfectly well. He wouldn't have thought I was leaving you on purpose and sending more Death Eaters over there. Of course not."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well that wouldn't be my problem would it? Of course, I don't doubt that you would go recruit Death Eaters. That still won't stop me from throwing you out of here to leave Dumbledore suspicious if you don't stop being sarcastic about everything. It's annoying." Harry snapped heatedly. Draco glared at Harry, but with great difficulty, refrained from snapping back. He sunk into his chair further, having every intention of sulking.

"Pouting, Malfoy?" Harry asked, amusement evident in his words.

Draco glowered at Harry. "Leave me alone, Potter." he spat. Harry looked back at him.

"Or what Malfoy? Looks like you haven't got daddy or his Death Eater pals around to help you anymore."

Draco momentarily forgot his anger and just stared at Harry. 'That ungrateful little bastard,' he thought incredulously. 'I saved his arse and he taunts me about it?' His forgotten anger swept back over him with great force. He stood up, shaking. "I FUCKING SAVED YOU POTTER! IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME, YOU'D BE DEAD EITHER NOW, OR IN A COUPLE OF HOURS! AND YOU TAUNT ME ABOUT IT! I'D THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE A BIT MORE GRATEFUL THAN THAT! IF THAT'S HOW YOU ARE GOING TO ACT, THEN I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LEFT YOU DOWN THERE TO ROT! FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!" he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 'I hope Voldemort finds him, and tortures him slowly. Now I remember why I hate him, the son of a bitch.' He stormed into the Healer's Office and threw floo powder into the fireplace. "The Leaky Cauldron." He ran up to his room, where he flung himself on the bed, fuming. He was still extremely angry when he fell asleep from the exhaustion of yelling and spending all of his energy being that mad at Harry.

Harry lay in his bed, feeling quite ashamed of himself. 'Malfoy was right. He had just risked everything, gave everything in his life up to help me, and I threw it back in his face. I was a bastard.' He put his hands in his face. "Why did he help me though?" he muttered to himself. He could think of no explanation other than Draco setting him up. 'I would have saved him.' He knew he would have saved Draco, but that was different. 'Malfoy's a Death Eater. He always bragged about how the Dark Lord, or his father, would kill me one day, yet he just prevented his father from killing me. It doesn't make any sense at all. I wish I could sit on him until he told me why he did it.'

Immediately after thinking this, Harry chuckled at the childishness of this notion. ' "Sit on him"? really.' He lay back and pondered. 'Does that mean we are friends now? He did save me after all.' Harry looked at the ceiling. Harry wondered why it was so white. 'Don't they know how depressing that color is in a hospital. And it makes the patients feel so uncomfortable.' He was beginning to slip off into a doze when he heard the healer come in.

"Well, it's good to see you awake. Although, why Dumbledore didn't tell me sooner…" Harry sat up. "No, stay laying down. It's better for you. This will only take a minute now that the potion has been administered. She cast a spell over Harry's body and the outer signs of bruising and cuts were gone. Although when he tried to move, the better part of his body hurt. The healer handed him a potion. "This will help with the pain. You should be completely restored physically by tomorrow." She left the room, and Harry fell asleep shortly after, still coming up with reasons that Draco might have saved him, and most of them would not have been to Draco's liking.

Draco awoke from his light sleep when he heard a door bursting open. It was far downstairs, sounding like it was coming from the main entrance. He heard a slow drawling voice sounding much like his own. He also heard what the man was saying. "Is Draco Malfoy here?" he demanded loudly.

The man answering him was quite obviously frightened. "He's in room 283. Third floor."

Lucius laughed. "I knew he'd be here, the hopelessly obvious boy he is."

Draco knew he had to get out, before his father came. He knew his father wasn't playing around if he had come in broad daylight to find him. He knew the dangers of doing that. Aurors would probably be on the case in a matter of minutes, should anyone alert them. There was only one way out. Only one place to go. He heard the sound of his father's quick-paced steps on the stairs. He ran over to the fire, and threw in the green powder. Stepping in, he said his destination clearly. No sooner had he finished it, when his father's face emerged and he lunged at the fire. But Draco was already spinning in the ashes, and his father had no way to know where he was going.

Harry was suddenly woken up. He soon found out why he had woken up when he met silver eyes above him. He reached over for his glasses and put them on. Draco was waiting next to the bed, obviously distressed.

"Wha's wro-o-ong?" Harry said while yawning.

"My father, Potter. He's was at the Leaky Cauldron a minute ago. He was looking for me and I had to get out. I had no where else to go except here."

Harry stared dumbly at him. "A Death Eater is after you, and your idea of a good hiding place is a pub in Diagon Alley?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. I didn't expect him to follow me, with aurors out everywhere."

Harry was now fully-awake. "Aurors! I need to tell Dumbledore!" He sprang out of bed, and immediately fell. He looked down, and saw that in his haste to get to Dumbledore, he had entangled himself in the blanket. He groaned, getting up.

"Graceful, as always Potter." Draco sneered.

Harry ignored him. He threw off the blankets, and was beginning to leave, when he remembered he didn't know how to contact Dumbledore. Owls weren't fast enough. 'Lucius can disapperate. He won't be there anymore. He'll be in hiding again. There's no point in telling Dumbledore, it would just be a waste of time.' He sighed, defeated and crawled back into bed. Draco was watching him with an eyebrow raised.

"I thought you were off to report the useless fact that my father had been in the Leaky Cauldron, and is now in hiding again." Draco taunted.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, that's why I didn't go isn't it? I realized that I don't know how to contact Dumbledore, and even if I did, Lucius would be long gone by the time they were able to apparate there."

Draco sighed impatiently. "Of course he would, he would have disapperated to the manor as soon as I got away, wouldn't he have? Do you ever think before speaking, or acting for that matter?"

Harry looked up, slightly offended. "Yes, I just forgot about apparating for a minute."

Draco snorted. "Yes, I suppose living with muggles will do that to a person." he said mockingly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why did you come back here anyways? I thought I had offended your precious ego." he retorted automatically, but almost as soon regretted it. Draco, however, did not look as angry as this comment should have made him.

He was looking at Harry as though contemplating him. "No, not so much my ego…" he muttered distractedly. He shook his head as though to clear it. "I did think, however, that you would be a bit more grateful for what I did do for you."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Why did you do it? Help me, I mean."

Draco shrugged. "I wanted the pleasure of killing you for myself. Didn't want my father to hog all the spotlight did I? Dumbledore played right into my little trap." It was nearly impossible to catch the sarcasm in his words, and Harry wasn't exactly the most observant person in the world.

Harry jumped out of bed, grabbing his wand on the way up, and pointed it at Draco's throat. "I KNEW IT! YOU ARE A DEATH EATER PLANNING TO KILL ME! GET OUT RIGHT NOW, OR I SWEAR I WILL PUT YOU IN PAIN YOU HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE." He yelled.

Draco looked highly amused, but also slightly surprised. He couldn't pass up the opportunity, though. It was just too perfect. "OH NO! I'M GOING TO BE ATTACKED BY A BLIND BOY IN HOSPITAL PAJAMAS! SOMEONE SAVE ME!" He yelled, but not nearly as loud as Harry had, and with much more sarcasm than his words had held earlier. He mock fainted, falling gracefully onto the floor. Where he burst out laughing. By this time, Harry had lowered his wand, and was now staring at Draco as though he feared for his sanity. He blinked. Once. Twice. Then he understood. It all made sense. And it was funny. He laughed. Draco was still laughing. Harry was now also on the floor. Draco and Harry were both sprawled on the floor, laughing, a lot. And this is how Dumbledore found them as he walked in. It was a once in a lifetime sight.

Dumbledore resisted the urge to laugh at the sight of the two "enemies" and cleared his throat. Draco jumped up and smoothed his hair and robes, clearing his throat, but Harry remained stubbornly on the floor, still rolling.

"May I inquire as to what you gentlemen are laughing about?"

Harry looked up, and blinked. "I forgot." he said simply. This was obviously also highly amusing to him, and he went into another round of hysterics.

While Harry was having his little fit of laughter, Dumbledore looked at Draco. "Perhaps you can recall what was so amusing to the both of you?"

Draco bit his lip. He knew that telling Dumbledore why they were laughing would make them sound very childish, and Dumbledore may take the conversation seriously, as Harry had earlier. He settled on an edited version of events. "Harry looked as though he was going to attack me, and I simply commented on the fact that I did not wish to be attacked by a blind boy in a hospital."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "I am assuming, Mr. Malfoy, that you simply, 'had to be there'?" Draco nodded, quite embarrassed by now. Dumbledore turned back to Harry. "Well, if we are all finished here, I have some matters to discuss with the two of you." He waited the whole 30 seconds it took for Harry's laughter to completely die away.

"Okay," Harry said standing back up.

Draco gave him a look that plainly said, "You have no class."

"Well, everyone have a seat," Dumbledore said, conjuring up two chairs around the room. Draco sat down in his chair, Dumbledore and Harry taking the other two seats.

Dumbledore began. "Well, the first matter we need to discuss is the reasoning behind which Mr. Malfoy rescued Harry from his father. I know that you are reluctant to tell us this, but the first step to trusting you is to know why you didn't let Mr. Potter be killed."

Draco took a deep breath. "I don't support the Dark Side, or Voldemort (he spat the name), but I am also not on the Light Side. I suppose in the long run, however, I simply want Voldemort gone, and I couldn't let probably the only hope for defeating the bastard die. I don't particularly want to have to bow down to that snake, and if the Dark conquered, then I, and everyone else that wished to stay alive would have to serve him."

Dumbledore surveyed him for a moment, and then seemingly decided that this was a valid reason, for he then said, "We will need to make living arrangements, then. Both of you will need utmost protection, therefore will need to live in Headquarters. There is a problem with that, however. Although I trust you enough to live in Headquarters, Draco, I cannot be sure that you will not be tempted to go back to your father and cause damage to the Order and it's cause or members. Therefore, Harry will need to watch over you at all times. At night, you will sleep in a room that I have personally set the wards for, insuring that you will not try to leave, or contact anyone outside of Headquarters, while protecting you from outside intruders."

He waited for both Harry and Draco to explode at hearing this, yet only one of them seemed angry.

"Professor, I don't want to be Malfoy's baby-sitter! He'll drive me mad! AND if he wanted to attack me, he'd have no problem doing it if I have to be around him constantly!" Harry stopped suddenly. He looked over at Draco suspiciously. He had showed no signs of protest to this. He had simply nodded once and then looked down. "Why aren't you complaining? Is it because you know what I said was true? Are you planning on killing me?" he snarled.

"Harry, please calm down! You know that I would not have imposed these security measures on you if they were not necessary. When Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley arrive back for the school year, you will watch Draco in shifts."

At this, Draco reacted. "I WILL NOT HAVE A MUDBLOOD AND A WEASEL WATCHING ME! THEY'LL TRUST ME EVEN LESS THAN POTTER DOES!" He yelled.

Dumbledore stood, with a bit of anger evident in his eyes. "You will refrain from calling Ms. Granger any such offensive terms while under the Order's ruling." he said, and although he did not yell, but stated this calmly, it had the effect that yelling would never have. Draco sunk down into his chair.

"I will not permit them to watch me. I would go back to Diagon Alley before I let them near me, especially baby-sitting me like I were a toddler."

"I'll watch him, Professor. No need to inconvenience Ron and Hermione. I'm the only one that owes him anything." offered Harry.

This seemed to make Draco angrier. "Your idea of repaying me is to act like my patrol officer!" Draco asked incredulously.

Harry looked at him. "No. I'm just saying that they shouldn't have to watch you, it's because of me that you are here in the first place. I'm not going to penalize them when they have more important things to do."

Draco seemed to give up on arguing the point. He didn't say anything, but looked quite dissatisfied.

Harry turned back to Dumbledore. "When do we leave?"

Dumbledore looked at his watch. "We can leave now if you would like."

Harry nodded.

"Right then. Well, we'll just floo there. Come along," Dumbledore said.

Harry looked mildly surprised. "I didn't know you could floo here." he said.

"Most people don't. You have to use a special grate address." Draco responded.

Harry looked at him suspiciously. "How'd you know that?"

Draco sighed. "My father used to be let in on every secret the wizarding world had, Potter. How else would I know? My father had great connections."

Harry almost felt sorry for Draco. "Oh."

They arrived at the grate, where Dumbledore told Draco the address of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry went through first, then Draco, and Dumbledore came out last. Draco surveyed the house.

"This is your great headquarters?" he asked scathingly.

Harry thought it was rather rich of him to insult Sirius' old house when he didn't even have a house to live in. "Nobody's forcing you to stay here. You can go live on the streets and get tortured by Death Eaters if you prefer." he snarled.

Draco dismissed this. "No thanks, I'll be fine here as long as I get my own room." He looked worried suddenly. He turned to Professor Dumbledore. "Having Potter monitoring me doesn't mean sharing a room with him does it?" He looked absolutely terrified waiting for the answer.

"No, of course not. You will both get separate rooms for the time being. However, when the others come back for school, more than two of the boys may need to share a room. However, they may not, depending on the amount of people who will be boarding here. But there is no need to worry about that as of now. I will show each of you to your room."

Draco and Harry both nodded and proceeded to follow Dumbledore upstairs. Harry's floor was the one he and Ron had shared the previous summer. He went inside where he heard Draco going into the room that had surely been Hermione's. He wondered, since there were only 3 bedrooms for the children, if he would end up having to share a room with Draco.

'Fred and George will be in one room, Hermione and Ginny in another, and Ron and I in this one. If Luna and Neville are staying here, then Luna would sleep with Hermione, and Neville and Malfoy would each sleep in either the twins' or my room. And since I'm responsible for Malfoy, he would have to sleep in here.' Harry let out a loud groan and fell back onto his bed, covering his face with his pillow. 'But maybe,' he thought with sudden hopefulness, 'Fred and George might not stay here. They are getting older, maybe they'll branch out and get a place of their own.' Harry decided to hang on to that hope until he found out if they would be here or not. It was the only shot he had at not sleeping in the same room as Draco. Then he thought of another problem.

'There is not enough room in here for another bed. How in the world are three people going to sleep in here, if there is only room enough for two beds. Well, I guess we could all put our stuff somewhere else and cram the beds in here. But then all the beds would be pushed together and I am not sleeping that close to Malfoy. And my nightmares. He would be just like Dudley and torment me about them. Although it may not be as bad, since he could probably figure out what I was dreaming about. He knows who Cedric is, he might be a little sympathetic.' Harry snorted.

'Right. Draco. Sympathetic. That's going to happen.' Harry sighed. He decided to take Dumbledore's advice and not worry about it until he had to. It wouldn't do to dwell on what may or may not come. He was simply putting more worries in his mind that need not be there. Harry soon started to feel drowsy. He was soon asleep. He was having an odd dream. He felt someone's hand stroking his face. He wanted to know who it was, but he couldn't open his eyes. His body felt like it was shut down, as if it was trying to heal, but it was too sore. He managed to open his eyes to slits, but as he didn't have his glasses on, he couldn't see properly anyways. He did manage to see that whoever was stroking him looked pale, with light hair. An angel came to mind. He felt the angel stop suddenly. He didn't want the angel to stop, it had felt nice. But his mind was going blank again.

His dream changed, but the angel was still in it. Harry awoke, but he didn't know why. He wanted to go back to bed, but he felt someone somewhere around him. He opened his tired green eyes, and looked up. The angel was back again. He wished the angel would touch him again, but it didn't. He tried to reach up to the angel, but his arms were too tired. He asked the angel if he were in heaven, but the angel didn't answer him. Harry was now in a semi-asleep state, where he was still dreaming, but was also aware of the fact that he was in a dream. He tried to remember what happened after that, but he couldn't remember. He tried desperately to continue the dream, to figure out who the angel was, but the harder he tried, the more awake he became. He was soon fully awake, but he could not remember who the angel was. He fell back into a dreamless sleep with thoughts of the mysterious angel on his mind.

Author's Notes: Well everybody, did you like this chapter? I, personally, liked this chapter more than the last one, but I want your opinions on it as well. It was longer than the last one. Oooh, I can't wait to see what happens next, can you? I liked your reviews, they give me fuel to write the next chapter. I am loving this story so far. :D Anyways, I am going to turn in for tonight. Or, yanno, just, find something else to do. Bye everyone!