Authors Note: Another chapter for you guys! I hope you enjoy it as much as the last two. There's a bit of humor, and plenty of drama, so be prepared. Enjoy! And review!

Chapter Three

The next morning when Draco woke up he found himself curled up next to Harry and smiled fondly as he thought back on last night. For the first time someone had truly been there for him and genuinely cared about him. It was a feeling he no longer thought he could live without. He and Harry had just spent hours talking about anything and everything that came to their minds after the Gryffindor had made sure he was well fed. He had made several attempts on how thin he had become, but Draco had assured him it would change. As he let out a small sigh, the blonde snuggled closer to the object of his affection.

"Good morning to you too," a soft voice said with a small chuckle. Harry opened his green eyes and leaned over to place a light kiss on Draco's head. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

Draco blinked. "You've been awake all this time? Why didn't you just wake me up? It wouldn't have been a problem."

"You looked so cute sleeping like that, I couldn't dare wake you," Harry replied with a wink. "But now that you are up, I should be getting ready for work."

"Oh Harry I'm sorry," Draco said, immediately sitting up and scooting over so Harry could slide out of bed. "You really should have woken me."

But the brunette shook his head and gave him a smile. "It's not a problem. Would you like to come with me? I could use the help."

Draco nodded and gave him a smile. Yet as he watched Harry gather his things and start towards the shower he frowned lightly. "Um…Harry? Do you think perhaps I could borrow something of yours? It's just that I don't have any extra clothes…I could go back though and get some. I don't have much but at least something and-"

Before he could say any more Harry had walked over to him and brought his index finger to Draco's lips before pressing a small kiss against them. "You're not going anywhere," he said smiling. "Of course you can borrow something, though I dare say they'll probably be a bit baggy since you're almost as thin as a toothpick."

Draco bit his lip shyly. "Thanks," he said as Harry handed him some clothes. He watched as Harry flashed him one last smile before leaving the room. He smiled at the closed door behind before plopping back down on the bed, snuggling himself into the sheets. 'This is absolutely mad," he thought to himself, though smiling brightly. 'I never would have thought that smiling was even possible for me after these past few years. I never imagined I would run into Harry again after all this time, much less that he'd have any affection for me at all. Yet here we are…'

'But what am I going to do? I can't possibly stay here…Dominic will be so angry…I can't believe I actually didn't go back last night. He's going to be absolutely furious.' By now, worry was evident in his eyes. 'I know Harry doesn't want me to leave…he'd probably tie me down and lock me in if he knew I was even thinking of it, but I can't let anything happen to him…if Dom finds out I'm here…who knows what he would do? All I did was talk to Harry yesterday and he was angered by it…'

As Draco's thoughts continued in this direction and his worry grew, Harry finished up in the shower and re-entered the room. Dressed in a pair of black pants and a white, button down shirt he frowned at seeing Draco's worried state. He sat down next to him, causing the blonde to look at him, his eyes glimmering in the light with unshed tears. "Draco…," Harry breathed out, gently brushing his fingers across the other's cheeks.

"Harry…this is wrong" Draco whispered softly. "If he finds out I'm here…you could be in terribly danger. I couldn't possibly put you in that situation. You've done wonderfully for yourself; you have a nice home, a business…I don't want to ruin anything for you. Everything could come crashing down if you get yourself involved with my situation…"

In response, Harry gave him a small smile and drew him into a hug, holding him close as he placed a small kiss on his platinum blonde hair. "It's not wrong at all Draco…and you're not putting me in any situation. I helped you on my own. And like I said last night, there's no way I'm letting you go back, even if I have to tie you down myself. And I'll keep telling you for as long as it takes. Nothing is going to keep me from helping you. Besides…I happen to fancy you quite a bit."

Draco let out a small, contented sigh before pulling away and giving him a small smile of his own. "You really are stubborn you know…"

Harry nodded and smiled broadly. "I know," he replied, standing up and then pulling Draco to his feet. "Now go get showed and changed."

Draco nodded and gathered the small bundle of clothes Harry had leant him before heading towards the shower. As the warm water washed over him it almost seemed like more than just a shower. Any negative feelings he was carrying inside him seemed to be washed away with the water and disappearing through the drain. It was a good feeling for him, a new beginning of some sort.

When he was finally dressed and rejoined Harry, he blushed lightly as the Gryffindor laughed lightly. Harry had been right when he had said the clothes might be a bit big. For the first time Draco realized just how much weight he had lost staying with his owner. "It's not funny…," he pouted, pushing up the sleeves on the white collared shirt Harry had given him.

"Aw…I'm sorry," Harry said, taking Draco's hand and gently kissing his palm. "You look adorable."

"I suppose adorable will have to work for now," Draco replied. "Shall we go?"

He waited for Harry to nod before following him out the door and towards the café he had first seen yesterday. As they walked Draco looked around, taking in the scenery around them that he had been too disoriented to notice last night. He realized that Harry's neighborhood was rather nice. "Hey Harry…," he said finally, tiring of the silence. "How exactly am I going to be able to help you? I mean, I don't know much about….well, pretty much anything you'd need help with. Not to sound snobbish, but I am a Malfoy. I grew up never having to cook a single thing, or serve anyone at all. I don't really know how to do any of it."

"I'll just have to teach you," Harry said smiling.

Draco groaned. "A Potter teaching a Malfoy…what has the world come to?"

Harry gave a good natured laugh as he linked his fingers with Draco. "Well I can't let you go out on your own, I'd be too worried about my customers. You might accidentally poison someone."

"I would not," Draco retaliated. "Besides…how difficult could it possibly be? House elves do it all the time, and even you can do it."

Harry gave him a mock glare. "I'm going to ignore that last part. And don't worry, learning from me isn't that bad. I'll make it fun."

They continued discussing Draco's lessons in the kitchen until finally reaching the small café. As the two entered Harry switched the sign to say "Open" and walked behind the counter. "Come on, I'll show you how everything works."

Draco nodded. "Okay…can't be that hard."

Little did Harry know that despite having lived in the muggle world for a few years, Draco's knowledge of muggle things was still very small. He refrained from questioning his lack of knowledge and instead simply began telling him the names of everything, including the coffee maker and cash register. When the first few customers entered Harry helped them himself, giving Draco time to first take in what everything was called and a few basic functions. He could only imagine how awkward it would be if they were working and suddenly the coffee machine exploded.

When the café was empty for a small time, Draco pouted. "Why is everything so complicated? Couldn't they have had a more simple design?" he asked, playing with the register. "And why does it keep dinging? It's rather annoying really…"

Harry laughed. "It makes a noise every time it opens and someone pays. It's not really something I can change."

When things started picking up a bit, Harry had Draco watch him seat customers and greet them, taking beverage orders and making sure they were comfortable. It wasn't too long before Draco was able to take on a few tables. Though as he introduced himself and wrote down orders, he found that some muggles were incredibly hard to understand. One person had started asking him about something involving snakes on a plane. He had to try very hard to refrain from asking if the man was bonkers and explaining that snakes don't live on these so called "planes."

The only thing Draco wasn't able to do was any of the cooking. He had asked Harry about it numerous times, but always got the same reply, saying that it would take a while for him to learn how to make the food. He didn't put up an argument. He was quite satisfied with just taking orders for the time being.

The two worked together until 5:30, when there was finally peace in the small café once more. As they began cleaning and tidying up for the next day, Harry glanced over at Draco. "So what do you think? Was it fun?"

Draco gave him a smile. "It was…bearable."

Harry laughed. "I think you're just still sore that I wouldn't let you in the kitchen today."

"Am not…" yet the blonde's words trailed of as he caught a glimpse of something coming straight at them. His eyes widened a bit and he quickly moved over to Harry, yelling for him to duck as he pulled them both down.

The sound of shattering glass filled the air as Draco shut his eyes, holding himself and Harry close together under one of the small, cherry wood tables. He mentally counted three shatters, three impacts of something into the front windows. It seemed like an eternity before silence surrounded them again. He felt almost paralyzed until Harry slowly pulled them both to their feet.

When Harry took his first step to investigate Draco grabbed onto his hand. Yet he was met with a small, reassuring smile. "It's okay…I need to see what happened," he said softly, his voice strained just a bit.

He watched as Harry slowly walked over to the front of the store, bending down to pick up a small object, which he recognized to be a brick. Something was attached to it, maybe a piece of paper? He knew his guess had been right when he watched Harry slowly release the piece of paper from the brick's hold and pry it open. He continued to watch until finally Harry turned around, stuffing the note into his back pocket.

"What does it say?" Draco asked, almost fearing the answer. Yet he noticed that Harry seemed to be doing his best to reassure him.

"Just some teenagers thinking they're being funny…I swear youth these days are going down the drain," he said, giving out an almost forced laugh. "I…I better go get a broom from out back."

As Harry walked passed him, Draco honed into some of his past Slytherin skills and stealthily plucked the note from Harry's pocket as he passed by, hiding it until Harry was out of sight. When he finally unfolded the paper and read the few words that were written he gasped, watching as the note fell from his quivering hands. He looked back towards the kitchen door Harry had went through, a determined look in his face, knowing he couldn't let Harry be hurt.

With that thought in mind, Draco quietly left the store, running as soon as the small bell attached to the door let out a soft jingle. The note was left behind, the words "GIVE BACK MY PROPERTY" glaring up at Harry as he returned, leaving him to gasp as he stared down at the words and then at the spot where Draco once stood.