I'm thinkin' that Draco will probably tell Harry soon. But first...alcohol will most likely have to get involved...then probably sex...and somewhere in between confessions...

Chapter 4: Wherein Draco Is Passed Around Like Herpes

Upon arriving at Potter's house, which was really a mansion but still rather unimpressive in the eyes of Draco Malfoy, they passed through the gate.

"You still can't Apparate inside," Potter explained needlessly. He began to unlock the door and went inside, followed by Granger and Weasley. When Draco attempted to enter however, the entrance suddenly sealed itself.

"What'd it do that for?" Weasley cried as a horrible screeching noise filled the air.

"I dunno," Potter admitted. "I programmed it so that people who were a threat to me wouldn't be able to enter but…"

"Just turn it off will you?"

"Yeah," Harry muttered puzzled. "Sure."

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"You keep her here," Granger firmly whispered to her two confidantes. Too bad she was abysmal at the whole whispering concept. Draco could hear her loud and clear. In the first moments after they had sequestered themselves in a room adjoining to his, Draco had attempted to Apparate out. Something was wrong however, it seemed that when the Dark Lord had turned him into a…girl, he had also turned him into something much, much worse…a muggle. So Draco gave up, deciding instead to search the ground for some abandoned copy of Witches Weekly lying on the floor.

"Me?" Potter asked shocked. "You want me to keep her here? What would Ginny say?"

Draco suppressed the urge to snort again. It seemed that under all of his bluster, brave and manly physique, Potter was another poor hopeless sap whipped by his girlfriend.

"You and Ginny aren't dating anymore so she doesn't really have the right to say anything," Granger rationalized, desperation tainting her voice.

"Why do I have to take her?" Potter almost whined. Draco had to roll his eyes. This was the kid who'd defeated the greatest wizard of all time? "Why can't you guys take her, you've got a bigger place."

"I'd be fine with that," Weasley volunteered too eagerly. Draco could almost see Granger shooting him a death glare for that.

"We are not taking her home," she said leaving no room for argument. "She's been through a traumatic ordeal; the last thing she needs is a deranged stalker who is already ENGAGED to someone else."

"I'm not a stalker," Weasley murmured. "Besides sweet pea, she's got nowhere else to go…"

"Harry," Granger's voice said almost pleadingly. "If you don't let her stay with you I'll never forgive you!"

"Never forgive me?" He asked doubtfully.

"Never!"

A long pause. "Fine," he murmured, resigned.

"Thanks a bunch Harry, you've saved our engagement. And quite possibly, Ron's life."

"All in a day's work I guess," Potter muttered.

The three stepped back into the main room. "You'll be staying with Harry until we can…do something else, okay?" Granger asked in that same slow manner Weasley had used with him earlier.

"Yeah," Draco replied. "Great." He noticed Granger's arm snake around Ron as if to say quite possessively, 'he's mine, back off'. Was little Granger feeling threatened? It was almost too good to be true. "That is if it's alright with you," he said a bit flirtatiously to Weasley.

"Yes," he said with more than a healthy dose of resentment Draco was sure was directed toward Granger. "But if anything goes wrong, our doors are always open," he said even as his fiancée's actions belied his sentiment.

"I'll remember that," Draco said in a husky voice he'd just recently discovered and was eager on perfecting.

"Yeah," Potter broke in at last. It seemed he, like Granger, was getting rather sick from all of the flirting going on between him and Weasley. "I'll just see you two out," he said referring to Granger and Weasley. He did not sound the least bit pleased.