Hey Everyone! I just wanted to say hi and see if I should up the rating. I will obviously have a bad-mouthed Draco, but I may add some slashy tidbits that could get a bit hot for PG-13. Hope to hear back from you guys. Also, does anyone have ideas for animagi forms? I think they are pretty cool and am interested in any input. Thanks and Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.

Warning: Contains slash and language.

Ch. 3 The Morning After

As dawn spread her fingertips through the curtains of number Four Privet Drive she stumbled upon two boys snuggled together warmly dozing in the early morning. As Harry slowly awoke from the sun on his face he felt strangely at peace with the world. He felt like he had slept all night with an angel. Moving his arms to stretch he felt something stir beneath him. He froze and looked down, pale blonde hair filled his view and he felt his jaw drop. Memories from last night flooded him and he closed his jaw breathing fast. Draco Malfoy, the your scum on my perfect shoe that I could destroy completely and still look completely gorgeous and shaggable, Draco Malfoy, was here in his house, in his bed in his arms, sleeping.

At the slight stir, Draco had slowly begun to wake and was now pondering the same feeling Harry had experienced moments earlier. Harry tensed and he heard Draco said in a deadly calm voice,

"Potter you'd get your fucking hands off me right now or I'll kill you, host or not." Harry immediately pulled away from Draco and promptly fell to the floor. Raising himself up he saw why. He had turned towards the wall in the night and Draco had moved across the bed in the night into his arms.

"What the hell were you doing Potter?" Draco shot at him, glaring from over the bed.

"I was going to ask you the same question Malfoy." Harry glared back. "If you hadn't noticed, you were the one who moved across the bed to be in my arms." Draco's mouth opened for a moment to reply, but he could find nothing to say so he closed it again and chose to give Harry one of his most powerful death glares he could must. The effect however was dampened due to Harry's bemused smile from Draco's ruffled hair. Harry was about to say something else but was cut off by a knock at the door. Harry jumped up and straightened himself out while Draco pulled the blanket back up and pretended to sleep.

"Um, come in!" Harry called as none other than Albus Dumbledore appeared. His eyes quickly scanned Harry's flushed face, a faking Draco, and the enlarged bed. A warm, slightly mischievous smile crossed his face and the twinkle in his eye dazzled.

"Awe! You're awake. Wonderful! I'm sorry for the early visit but circumstances are unfortunate."

"Circumstances?" Harry asked.

"Well the ministry is in an uproar and your relatives appear to have left." Dumbledore said, his twinkle fading softly.

"What!?" Harry cried.

"They left a letter downstairs in your kitchen." Dumbledore said sadly. Harry rushed past him and ran to the kitchen. In the counter by the stove, partially hidden by the sugar bowl was a small note. As Harry scanned it he recognized his aunt's handwriting. Setting it down he sat on the floor dazed. Draco walked past him and snatched the note. It simply said:

Dear Harry,

I hope you find this. Vernon has gotten more upset than I've ever seen him. He broke a lot of things and hit both me and Dudley. He was in such a rage he had the shotgun and was running up the stairs at one point, but I calmed him. I finally was able get him to leave, by telling him we were in danger and should run for our lives. I hope you are all right. I've sent your owl to Dumbledore and I hope he gets it on time. Sorry for it all. I will probably never see you again.

Your Aunt,

Petunia

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry and frowned.

"So what are you so amazed about? They're gone, so what?" Harry turned to him and said quietly.

"I thought she hated me. I thought they would all love to see me gone. I just wish I could ask her why." Draco looked confused and shrugged. Dumbledore entered the room and walked over to Harry.

"Well there are no more letters and their car is gone. I think we should go and discuss this somewhere more comfortable." Dumbledore said gently. He then turned and walked into the living room, into the chair by the fireplace, followed by Draco and Harry.

"Well, I assume explanations are wanted." Harry nodded and Draco tried to look casual in a muggle living room. Casting a silencing charm he then faced them seriously and said,

"Harry, you are probably wondering about the dursleys departure and why I would put none other than Draco Malfoy in your house. Well in short, death eaters attacked Mr. Malfoy's home last night and he just barely managed to escape. The rest of his family is dead, except his father, who is being held prisoner by Voldemort." Harry turned sharply and stared at Draco. Draco sagged a little and nodded. Harry turned back to Dumbledore and said,

"But why here? Why not have him stay at Hogwarts?"

"Your house is well warded and Hogwarts is sparsely looked after. If he stayed there, I'd have no one to watch him. He is also not part of the old crowd and so doesn't have that option." Harry thought about it for a minuet and sighed.

"Well I guess your right. But what about the Dursleys? There gone and I don't understand. What are we going to do now?" Draco looked at Dumbledore.

"Potter's right. I can hardly stay here now that the muggles have left. I don't suppose I could stay with my Godfather?" Dumbledore shook his head.

"Severus is busy and he has Deatheaters flooing in and out frequently. It wouldn't be safe." Draco sighed.

"Your Godfather is Snape?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Of course Potter. He was my father's best man at my parents wedding. He and my father have been friends for a long time."

"Oh." Harry said. "That makes sense." Draco rolled his eyes, but quickly whipped around as a small owl flew over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore grabbed the letter and sent the owl off with a small treat.

"Who's it from?" Harry asked. Dumbledore opened and read the letter.

"Sirius. I asked him to come watch you two this morning when I saw the letter. He says he'll be over shortly." Harry brightened up immediately.

"Sirius? Sirius Black, the murderer? Are you mad?" Draco asked. Harry sighed and gave a very short explanation of Sirius's innocence. Draco relaxed and nodded.

"Well all right then. But what after that? My school things and clothes are all still at the manor."

"After Sirius arrives I will take you over to the manor and retrieve your things." Draco nodded and Harry asked,

"But I'm still confused as to why the Dursleys left. And what about the message?"

"I suspect the addition of another wizard to the house pushed them too far, and your aunt fearing for your lives, decided to move the immediate danger somewhere else. Your aunt may not of cared for you as much as her son, but you are still her nephew. As kin she wanted to protect you."

"Oh. Will they come back?" Harry asked awkwardly.

"Yes. I received a letter from your Aunt early this morning. She says they'll be away for the remaining two weeks of summer break. As long as the Dursleys consider this place home, the wards will stay. Does this answer all your questions?" Harry and Draco both nodded.

"Good, and one more thing. Remus is on assignment right now but he will join you tomorrow. I want two adults to watch you while you're here. Next week you'll go with the Weasleys and others to get your things for the new school year." Draco groaned and Harry felt a sense of light dread fill him. He hadn't seen Ron or the Weasleys for a while. How would they react to him now, since the attack last spring?

"Well since that is all cleared up, why don't you two go upstairs and get cleaned up for the day." Both boys got slowly to their feet and headed up the stairs.

"Potter." Draco said hesitantly as they entered Harry's room. "I, um, need to borrow a set of clothes for today. Since all my stuff is at my house." Harry looked annoyed but lead Draco to the closet anyway.

"There really isn't anything that fits in here Malfoy." Harry said opening the door.

"I know. But right now I don't feel like walking around in these dirty pajamas." Draco said dryly. Draco looked through the clothes and found an old Dark green button up shirt and some black trousers. Bother were huge and wrinkled.

"Why the hell are these so big Potter? Most of your clothes are big, but this is a tent."

"I haven't modified them yet. I normally don't were green you know." Draco rolled his eyes and shut the closet.

"Well I'm going to get cleaned up and try these on. I don't want to wear red and gold. When I come back would you modify these?" Harry nodded and Draco left to shower.

As Harry reopened the closet his thoughts drifted back to the past year. It had been full of happy memories, but ended in disaster. If Hermione and the Weasleys had been hurt permanently or killed... Harry shook his head and pulled out some clean clothes. It was best not to think of these things right now. Suddenly he heard a shout and ran down the hall to the bathroom. A head of dripping wet blond hair was sticking out the door.

"Potter!"

"What?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Where are your towels? I'm soaked." Draco whined.

"Oh. Are there no towels in there?"

"No. I checked already."

"Okay, hold on." Harry walked over to the linen closet and pulled out a large fluffy blue towel.

"Potter hurry up. I'm bloody wet and nude here." Harry clenched the towel to stop from reacting to this remark and walked stiff legged to Draco. Holding out the towel to Draco he had a sudden idea. As Draco reached for the towel Harry pulled it back a little, just out of Draco's reach. Draco frowned and reached out further until his shoulder showed.

"What the fuck are you doing Potter?" Harry grinned.

"If you want it you have to say the magic word."

Draco looked at him confused and said, "Accio?"

"No. The word you use when you want the butter passed at the table."

"Oh. You should know that Malfoys don't say that word."

"Well they are going to start if they want to dry off" "Give me the damn towel now!" Draco made a snatch for the towel, but Harry jerked it away from his hands.

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Malfoy. Say it."

"Fuck you." Draco growled as he shut the door.

"Malfoy?" 'Dammit!' Harry thought. 'I just got into the mood and now he's pissed off.' As Harry was about to leave he heard the door creak open and whipped around just in time to see Draco run up, snatch the towel and run back in to the bathroom. Harry stood stunned. He had just seen a very wet Draco Malfoy clad only in a small hand towel run up and snatch the towel from his hands, flashing his rear on the retreat. 'He has the most gorgeous arse ever' Harry thought. Filled with this thought Harry walked numbly up the stairs to get dressed.

A.N: I had fun with this chapter. Lots of flirting on Harry's part to come up. Also a longer story from Draco on the night of the attack. Thanks for reviewing! Later.