Disclaimer: Slash, cursing, not mine.
Both boys looked at Sirius in surprise.
"Dumbledore just said to stay put." Harry said. Sirius grinned.
"No, he said not to go out alone. You are both out if we stick together." Sirius looked fondly at Harry. "But if you'd rather just be bored here that's all right. Remus wouldn't be here until tomorrow." Harry thought for a moment and shrugged.
"All right. But promise to behave. Dumbledore said to stay as Snuffles when we go out." Harry looked sharply at Sirius, but Sirius countered with such a convincing puppy eyes plead that Harry smiled. Draco was more than happy to leave the muggle house and get some fresh air, but with only Potter and Black for company he'd have to be patient.
The air smell clean and fresh as they walked towards the small park. Potter had decided that a large dog would be too suspicious if they went shopping, so they thought a park would be a good place. Draco chose a swing after Harry told him what they were. He wanted to feel the rush that flying freedom of flying, or as close as he could get in a muggle park. Harry had decided to play fetch with Snuffles. He has given Harry a look of incredulity at first, but seemed to enjoy running as fast as he could in whatever direction Harry threw the stick.
An hour later they were walking back. Draco had skinned his knee after letting go to spread his airs in the air and flying off the swing. Harry had not told Draco they didn't have a minor sticking charm for safety. Sirius was just tired and Harry was trying both to not to laugh at Draco and resist the urge to coddle him.
Lunch was a quiet affair, Harry cooked, and they spent the rest of the day watching movies from Dudley's collection and playing cards. Since Draco had never seen a television or played poker he had quite forgotten the bars on Harry's window until they were back in their shared bedroom changing for bed.
"Potter, how tired are you?" Draco asked glancing around from the closet.
"Not too much. Why do you ask?" Harry replied.
"I had a few questions." Draco said trying to sound casual. Harry shrugged and sat on the bed.
"Like what?"
"Well, I guess the most obvious one is why are you doing this? We hated each other right? We have been at each other's throats for years and now were wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching mojies-"
"Movies" Harry interrupted.
"Yes, movies, playing cards, and hanging out. Are you doing this just because Dumbledore said so, or do you actually care?" Draco gave a questioning look at Harry after his last question. Harry looked puzzled, but answered Draco in a sincere tone.
"Well, I have to admit that I was worried about Dumbledore's sanity when he brought you here, but after today you seem like a nice guy. You haven't insulted me or my friends; you've actually been real nice to Sirius. If you've really turned to the light side I don't know why I shouldn't help you. As for hating you, I've never really hated you. I've been angered, frustrated, and held an extreme dislike, but never hate. I only truly hate two people in the world." Harry looked distant for a minute.
"I think the Dark Lord is a good guess as to one of the two. But who is the other?" Draco asked curiously. Harry turned back to him.
"Wormtail, or you might know him as Peter Pettigrew. He was the one who betrayed my parents and framed Sirius." Harry looked upset for just a second. "I think I really need to get some sleep now. Good night Malfoy." Harry said as he turned away and pulled the blanket over his head.
Draco felt like hitting himself. Harry is very sensitive about Black. Wait, Harry! Since when was Potter called Harry? Draco sighed and got into the large bed. He must be tired, that was all.