I'm sorry that it isn't longer than this, but I have a plot,(sort of), but I can't seem to find a way to get there. I'm really having a writer's block here. I'm sorry if I'm a bad writer, but I believe somethings should exist, and then I go on and make them exist, although I might not be the right person for the job.

Anyway, READ AND Review!

The plot thickens

As the person came closer, they could see it was Lucius.

Draco showed Harry back inside.

"I'll meet you at the Inn as soon as I can get away, okay?" Draco said to a very confused Harry.

"But, he won't recognize you." Harry protested.

"Oh, yes he will. I know my father!" At last Harry got in, and Draco told him to send Blaise out with two butter bears.

"Draco!" Lucius had recognized him in a second, just like Draco knew he would.

"Father!" He said. Hoping he couldn't see how nervous he was.

"It was good I found you, I have something you must know. But first, who was that boy with you?" Draco managed to look completely calm.

"Oh, it was just Blaise. I sent him off to buy us some more butter bears." He hoped his lie was as good as he wanted it to be. His father knew him like none else.

Just then came Blaise out, two butter bears in his hands.

"Draco I… oh hi Mr. Malfoy." Blaise said.

"Was it something important you wanted me to know?" Draco said, more sure of himself now that he had his excuse covered.

"Yes. I would have you know that you have to stay over at some friends, this summer. I have some business at home, and I do not want you to be there for that." Lucius would never want anything bad to happen to his only child, but there are some things you cannot escape.

"Yes father. I'll manage. I have my account as always." Lucius smiled.

"I'll put in some more money for the summer."

"Thank you, father." Draco smiled back. And the Lucius walked away.

"That was so sappy, I almost had to cry." Blaise said.

"Shut up." Draco blushed, and took a sip of the butter beer. It was a private joke amidst all children of pure blood families. They never show feelings in public, but that didn't mean that their parents didn't love them. Affection is, after all, shown in many ways.

"So, why am I here? Did you really catch him?" Draco had told Blaise everything that had happened. He was after all his best friend.

"Now, now, Blaise. All in good time." Draco said, and took a sip of his butter bear.

Meanwhile, Harry was sitting in the bar, wondering if he should get a move on, and go to the Leaky Cauldron.