A/N: Hahaha, I'm updating, cuz you guys are such good reviewers. Not entirely, but it was a very evil cliffhanger, as Beautiful. Malice pointed out. Now, all my lovely reviewers, I want you guys to keep up the good reviews. Some of these people read my other stories, so I'll thank them in any other stories they review. Also, the stalker has a major part in this story. I'm not gonna off him. Too bad, I don't like him. But, it's a necessary evil. (Whoever can guess what the man who said was taking about gets a free inedible, invisible cyber cookie and the next chapter will be dedicated to them.)

Chapter 4

A man stumbled out. Black shirt. Black jeans. Long black hair. Draco screamed, having seen the man, whom he didn't realise was following them. The man looked up through striking purple eyes.

"Malfoy." The man cocked his head. "I will return." And he was gone as quickly as he came. Lucius stared in horror at the fireplace. Harry looked troubled, and Draco looked ready to scream…again. But he didn't.

Harry sighed and turned to Lucius. "Do you mind me tampering with the floo?" Lucius just sighed. "Make sure he can't get through." He said. Harry quickly fixed the floo, and collapsed on the couch. Draco sat beside him.

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you think he will do to us?" Draco asked. "I honestly don't know, Draco." Harry answered, causing Draco to gulp audibly. Lucius looked rather scared, and even Harry looked highly troubled.

"Can I not even have a week of peace?" Harry asked the empty air. Both Malfoy men reconised a rhetorical question, and just sat there, all thinking about the man.

A/N: For all purposes, the stalker will be called 'Frank'. This is not his real name, but I can't keep calling him man before I reveal his name, can I? Well, 'Frank' is actually based off a book I read by Dean Koontz…I think.

Less than a half hour later, Harry jumped to his feet and surged from the room. Draco followed, but Lucius stayed behind.

The fire flared and Lucius gave an unconscious shudder. Severus Snape fell out. Severus brushed off the ashes and looked in pure shock at Lucius.

"What in the name of Merlin happened to your hair?" was all Severus could think to say. Lucius chucked, before laughing outright hysterically, the stress of the day finally getting to him.

"Bloody hell." Severus said, calling Draco. Draco appeared, Harry just outside, and Severus's eyes widened comically.

Draco looked at his father laughing his ass off on the floor and began chuckling. He chuckled harder at the look on Severus's face, and he had to catch his breath before he could talk.

Lucius, however, was crying silently, tears streaming from his eyes as he wheezed out laughter. He finally got himself under control as Draco explained the situation.

Severus's eyes were wide as bread plates. "Bloody hell." Was all he could say before collapsing onto the nearest couch. Draco looked at his father, who was oddly enough, staring at the fireplace.

"Dad?" Draco asked, and Lucius looked at him. "Son?" he asked, and Draco smiled. "Dad, I think we shocked Severus speechless." He said, looking at his professor/godfather.

"I never thought I'd see the day." Lucius remarked, and Harry chose that time to enter the room. "Dray, Luce, we're having pizza for dinner." Harry announced, adding, "I'm cooking tonight. I don't trust the elves."

Lucius nodded, and Severus shot up. "Who is he?" He asked, and Draco backed up a little. "I'm going to help him." He announced, but Severus grabbed his arm.

"Not until I get an answer." He said coolly, and Harry sighed. "Tell the man already. He's a spy for both sides anyway." He said, and when no answer came forthcoming, he answered himself. "I thought you would reconise your spoiled little celebrity." He said coolly, "And why I'm here in none of your business."

Severus was shocked speechless for the second time in fifteen minutes, and Harry turned and left.

Draco followed, walking down to the kitchens, where Harry pulled out various things, heating some liquid, then mixing something from a packet and some sugar, and flour. Then he covered it and sat at a table. Harry began finding other items momentarily, shredded cheese, tomato sauce, unidentifiable spices, and a thick block of cheese, which Harry looked excited at finding.

Draco looked after. Harry conjured some round pans, and he set everything out. Then he opened the cans and sliced thick slices of a yellowish cheese that said 'Velveeta' on the box.

Draco decided that watching was boring, and began looking through the cupboards to find some chocolate. He found chocolate syrup, and he went to open it when Harry snatched it away. Draco pouted, but Harry stuck it in a pocket.

"In case she comes back." Harry said, smirking. (Anyone wanaa take a guess what he will use it for?)

So Draco relinquished the chocolate and settled for a dark chocolate bar.

Scene change

Lucius and Severus were looking at5 the door through which the two teens had disappeared.

"You three are being stalked?" Severus asked, and Lucius sighed. "Apparently."

"With the chance of sounding like the youngest Weasley boy, bloody hell." Severus said, shaking his head. "What would he do to you?" Severus asked, and Lucius shook his head. "I have no clue." He said, shaking his head.

Scene Change…Stalker Lair

'Frank' was waiting patiently for nightfall. He had decided to leave the two Malfoy men alone, they were too influential and had too many connections. But the third boy, the fairest boy he had ever seen, was perfect.

He would retrieve the boy in a week, in the dead of night. He knew they would tamper with the floo and make sure no one fitting his description could come through. But he had a plan.

A fallible plan, but a good plan nonetheless. He would wait. He had watched the boy for three years. He followed the boy under invisibility, and he knew the day he followed them back to Malfoy manor that he would see.

He would believe it to be the first time he had seen him, and he would have the upper hand. He would finally have his obsession.

A/N: Dun dun dun. Well, now you know a bit more about the stalker. Just a touch scary, huh. Well, about the stalker. You know who he is. His description is a bit off in the books, so it's not that easy. But anyone who guesses correctly gets a cookie. One final clue: IT IS NOT VOLDEMORT. Got it? Good. Now, who is it?