Disclaimer: There are many things in this world that I own. A computer, a closet, my shoes, and yes, even a box of Snow Caps on occasion. However, in the vast spectrum of things owned by I, Harry Potter be not one of them. Sad, shocking, and scandalous, I know. But please, be strong and read on.

Fallen Angel

Ch. 5 – The Closet and The House

Draco was pissed. He had been searching the hospital for two hours now and he was about ready to strangle the next nurse who dared to flirt with him. Evans had eluded him at every turn and now Draco was left to wonder if the younger boy was even in the building.

Larry, Staci, Bill, John, and Jimmy were all out searching the city while Draco got the oh-so-pleasant task of scouring the giant sanitarium. Even if the black haired teen was still in the building it would be near impossible to find him in the labyrinth-like halls.

Some where in his mind Draco knew he was a bit worried about Harry. He knew nothing about the world he now found himself in and anything could happen to a boy like him. Within these walls he could impale himself on something, fall from an ungodly height, or who knows what else. Out there in the city he could get run over, kidnapped, raped. It wasn't pleasant to think about.

Draco sighed. Evans really wasn't making his job any easier. He had enough to do with out tracking down the extremely fast teenager. If he didn't find him soon Draco would have to call for more people to look. Then his father would find out….

CRASH!

Draco heard the loud sound originating from somewhere below him and presumably to the right. He did not know what the crash was, or who caused it, but there was a possibility that it was Evans.

So Draco ran.

As he made his way through the halls and down the stairs he found himself envisioning the worst possible scenarios. Evans lying under a large piece of medical equipment, dead. Evans fallen into a large container of hazardous materials, infected with God knows what.

It was that thought that nearly made Draco trip on the step he was one. Infected. With Evans' previous lifestyle it would be a miracle if he hadn't contracted some STD. When Draco found him Evans was getting tested. For everything. Draco couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before.

He stopped running when he came to a deserted hallway with a ladder on its side. There was no one around to have knocked it over which led Draco to believe that it either fell over of its own accord, or someone had tripped on it and ran away. Three guesses on who the jumpy ladder tipper was.

Having made this discovery Draco jogged down the hall in search of Evans once again, or at least someone who had seen him.

When he finally made it to an inhabited area of that floor he noticed that some of the people had highly perplexed looks on their faces; many of them were looking around and then at a closed door. Walking up to the closest person in such a state, who was not female, Draco asked,

"Excuse me; have you seen a short black haired boy pass through here?"

The young man, who appeared to be an orderly, looked Draco over before answering.

"Who wants to know?" Obviously the man was new. Or stupid. Draco crossed his arms and looked at the brunette in front of him evenly.

"Draco Malfoy." With that simple statement the smile wiped right off the other man's face.

"Oh, well, yes. Um…you see, it's like this…. ah…he, that is to say…well…"

"Any day now…" Draco interrupted impatiently. The bumbling hospital employee was wasting his time.

"He went in there," the older man said in a rush, pointing to the closed door that had been gaining all the stares.

"He's…in the closet?" Draco asked, finding it all too easy that Evans would have thrown himself in a tiny room were he'd be easily cornered. The brunette nodded.

"Yes sir. Came running through here a few minutes ago and went right in there. But, if you'll excuse me…" Without waiting for a reply the orderly turned and quickly walked away, leaving Draco and the closet.

Pulling out a cell phone he dialed Bill's number. On the second ring there was an answer.

"Yeah? Draco?"

"Hey Bill. I think I found him."

"You think?" Bill asked incredulously.

"Yeah. Witnesses say he's in the closet I'm now standing in front of." He heard Bill sigh.

"Okay, me and Staci will be there soon, and I'll call the others. Where's this closet?"

"Second floor, Corridor C, number…" Draco looked at the plaque next to the wall, "276."

"Alright. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay." And with that they hung up.

Sighing, Draco walked over to the blue door that supposedly concealed the boy he was looking for. Placing his had on the knob he glanced around. People were still watching curiously. Growling to himself Draco turned.

"Can I help you?" He put on a menacing glare and pretty soon everyone went about their normal activities. "That's what I thought," Draco mumbled to himself as he turned the door handle and slipped inside the closet.

Inside the small room it was dark. So dark that Draco couldn't even see his hands. It reminded him of the room Evans was in at the Saloon. Draco groped the wall for a few seconds before finding what he was looking for: the light switch.

The moment light flooded the room, Draco took in his surroundings. Shelves of bathroom supplies were on the walls. Brooms, mops, and buckets were in the corner, stacks of boxes on the floor, and one trembling Harry Evans in the middle of it all.

The smaller boy was huddled on the floor, between boxes and shelving, clutching on to his knees for dear life. Had Draco let himself take a moment to really look at Harry's face and allow his mind to process it, he would have said the boy was cute, as vulnerable as he seemed at the moment. But, as it was, he did not. Instead he kneeled down on the floor and began inching towards the other boy. Damn the kid was fragile.

"Evans? Hey, Evans? Can you hear me?" Getting no response Draco reached out his hand to probe Harry's shoulder. As soon as Draco's appendage made contact with Evans' body the raven haired boy flinched away and Draco drew his hand back. "Come on Evans. It's just me, Malfoy remember?"

But Harry showed no sign of having heard him. Draco pushed away the feeling of annoyance, knowing that that would not help him. And so, with new determination, Draco reached out again, but with both hands, and grasped Harry's shoulders firmly.

"Evans, look at me." Emerald eyes gazed up at him through a black fringe. Those eyes looked blank before changing to recognition, realization, and finally, resignation. All this passed within seconds, leaving Draco highly confused as to what was going on in that head.

Suddenly, Harry moved, and Draco released his shoulders. The smaller boy was now crouching, looking at the ground. "Hello, Malfoy." Draco was startled by the depth of Evans' voice, it sounded almost foreign and he would have been sure that this was not the same Harry, had he not heard that voice once before.

"Evans?" At his name Harry looked up, right at Draco, almost through Draco. The glasses that Draco had never really paid attention to were gone, put into one of the pockets in Harry's loose jeans. But, it was the look in Harry's eyes made the blonde boy scoot back until his back was against the door. "What are you doing Evans?"

But Draco knew what Evans was doing as said boy began crawling towards him with those eyes. Draco had seen them once before, just as with the voice, on the night they first met. They were Evans' bedroom eyes, his seducing eyes. Those were his prostitute eyes.

"Hmm, I think you know exactly what I'm doing…Draco," the raven haired youth whispered in the low voice as he leaned over Draco, who shivered involuntarily, and cursed himself for it.

"Evans, I don't think-"

"Good," Harry interrupted; planting small kisses on Draco's jaw. "Don't think. Just feel." It was then that it finally dawned on Draco why Harry had been so popular; the boy was an enticing mixture of innocence and fuckablility. And damn it if he didn't know how to use that tongue.

"Evans, stop. I know you don't want this. Hell, I don't want this…" But Evans showed no signs of stopping. He continued to kiss and lick his way along Draco's jaw, nipping here and there. And just as Draco was about to voice another feeble protest a warm mouth descended on his own.

Draco was lost. Those lips were soft and warm, moving slowly against his. Any plan for refusing vanished as he began to respond to the pressure. Skilled hands found there way up his shirt as he reached out to pull the body kneeling before him closer. A tongue probed his bottom lip, lightly tracing it, asking for entrance, which he readily gave.

He moaned as that tongue worked its way around his mouth, his own pushing its way into the mysterious mouth in front of it. As their tongues fought and their hands wandered Draco found a feeling of desire begin to grow within him. His blood began to pump as his heart beat faster.

He shifted, trying to pull Harry even closer, trying to have more. Those lips were pressing harder, those hands were mapping out his chest and making their way lower, and those hips were tantalizingly close. Nimble fingers found the button on Draco's jeans and he couldn't take it anymore.

Pulling their lips apart he flipped them over so that Harry was the one pinned against the door and he was the one doing the pinning. As soon as this was done his lips reattached themselves to the full and slightly swollen ones now at his mercy, earning himself a delicious little moan that drove him on.

By this time quite a bit of Draco's blood had rushed downward, leaving him with a pounding desire to finish what they started. Sparing a brief thought to the fact that he'd be having sex in the broom closet of a hospital Draco began lifting Evans' shirt, never breaking lip contact. He had the loose fabric lifted to just over Harry's belly button when the door was jerked open and they spilled out onto the tiled floor of the hallway.

"Fuck." Draco pushed himself off the slightly flushed boy on the floor and allowed himself to catch his breath. He looked up to find the startled faces of Staci and Bill.

"Draco…" Bill said, walking over to Harry and kneeling down beside him. "What were you doing to him?" Draco stayed silent for a moment, watching as Bill sat Evans up and pulled down his shirt. Then the red head stood and pulled Evans into a standing position where the boy leaned against him and closed his eyes.

Bill picked the younger boy up and turned to Staci.

"Harry?" Said boy opened his eyes and looked at Bill.

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember Staci?" Bill asked, indicating the blonde man. Harry looked over at him and after a moment nodded. "Okay, can you go with him to the car? Me and Draco will be there soon." Harry only nodded again and let himself get handed to Staci. Draco continued to watch as Staci walked away and as he did so Harry's eyes fell on him. The seducer's eyes were gone and in their place were the eyes of innocent Harry Evans. It was then that Draco felt a little pang of guilt that he quickly pushed away.

After the duo had turned the corner Draco turned his attention back to Bill, who was simply staring at him. "Well?" The red head asked. Draco stood up.

"Well what?" Bill ran a hand through his hair agitatedly.

"Christ Draco, you know damn well 'what.' You jump down my throat, not four hours ago, for touching him because you're father would have a hissy fit should he be 'damaged,' and here you are doing….doing what exactly? Because I'd like to know what you call that and I'll be sure to use your method of interaction next time so as not to offend any higher authority. Because Heaven forbid I taint the goods, right?" he asks sarcastically. "So I'll ask you again, what were you doing to him?" As Bill finished his rant he glared at Draco awaiting an answer. Draco, still trying to fend off any unwanted feelings of guilt said the first thing that popped into his head.

"Giving him a hug?" This, obviously, was not the right answer. Bill rounded on him and Draco was struck with how the roles in this situation had reversed so drastically. The clearly angry red head was now the one being angered by the blonde's actions. Draco had to hold back a smirk.

"Draco I-don't-know-your-middle-name Malfoy! I don't care that you're the son of my employer right now, I don't care that you're my friend, hell, I wouldn't care if you were the king of England, just tell me what the fuck was going on!" And with that exclamation Draco lost it. He burst out laughing causing the older man to become even more annoyed. "And what is so funny?" he asked, seething.

Draco calmed himself and looked at Bill. "It's just…you're acting so much like…well, me. It's like you got possessed by a mighty Malfoy avenging spirit, come to put me in line. Oh, this is priceless." Bill stayed silent, crossing his arms and allowing a pout to form. "You're also acting a bit like a mother hen as well. And it's Julius," Draco added. At Bill's confused look he felt obligated to elaborate. "My middle name. It's Julius, after Julius Caesar. Something about him ruling a great empire, I didn't really pay attention when my father explained it."

"Whatever," Bill said dejectedly. "We aren't talking about your middle name, and we certainly aren't talking about me. We're talking about you…and Harry." He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer to the blonde. "Draco, from where I was standing you were about ready to rip all his clothes of and shag him in a fucking broom closet! If you think Lucius would get mad about one of his workers hugging the kid, imagine his reaction if he found out his son had sex with him. Come on Draco, I know you're smarter than that."

The younger man simply sighed and ran a hand through his already tousled hair tiredly. "Yeah Bill, I know. I'm not sure what happened. One second he's a shivering ball, scared out of his mind, and the next he's crawling toward me like he wants to fuck my brains out. I just don't get it, it's like he went into 'prostitute mode' or something. Kind of freaky now that I think about it. He was acting like completely different person." Bill rubbed his eyes.

"Well, it won't do any good dwelling on it now. Maybe you can ask Hermione about it Monday. Lucius will probably want him to talk to her anyway. But right now you need to take him back to your place and I need to go to sleep."

Draco nodded. "Yeah, let's go. They're probably waiting in the parking lot." They walked for a moment in comfortable silence before Draco spoke again. "Hey, Bill?"

"Yeah?" the red head responded, not turning his gaze from the hall before him. Draco was almost grateful as he watched the other man out of the corner of his eye.

"If it wasn't such an un-Malfoy-ish thing to do, I'd say thank you." Bill let a small smile tweak the corner of his lips.

"And if it wasn't such an un-Weasley-ish thing to do, I'd tell you it was no problem…and that I wanted a raise." Draco chuckled. "Actually, scratch that. I do want a raise."

"Don't push it, Weasley," Draco said lightly. With that the two stayed silent until the exited the front doors of the hospital, each feeling a little better than the last time they had passed through them.

Once through the large automatic doors it was easy to find their vehicle, seeing as it was parked at the curb right in front of the hospital where the ambulances stopped to deliver patients.

"Hey John," Bill called as they walked up the driver's window, which was rolled down. John had his elbow resting on the door and his chin propped on his fist. "What are you going to do if an ambulance comes?" John looked at him for a moment, acting bored.

"…Move." Bill chuckled but Draco was busy looking around the van-type vehicle through the windows.

"Where's Evans?" John sighed and leaned back in his seat. Bill shoved his head through the empty window opening and looked at the people in the car. The only one in the car was John, so Bill was really looking at a bunch of empty seats.

"Well, about that-"

"He didn't run away again, did he?" Bill asked, pulling his head out of the automobile. Draco groaned at the thought. He was in no mood to traipse around the city looking for the possibly schizophrenic adolescent. Nope, no mood at all.

"Nah, he didn't run no where. In fact, I think he got carried," John said slowly, opening the car door to stand and stretch.

"Carried? What, you mean like kidnapped?" Bill asked, sounding worried. Draco would have felt a ting of concern as well, had it not been for the oldest man's laid-back attitude.

"No, he wanted to go," John answered, leaning against the side of the van.

"Staci, Jimmy, and Larry have him, don't they?" Draco inquired. John smiled.

"Yep. Took him over there," he said, pointing to the left of the hospital. "They thought you two were gonna be awhile, so they took him to the playground. Apparently he's never seen one. I thought it was a bit juvenile with it being for younger brats, but hey, the kid never got to be a kid right?" During his explanation John pulled out a cigarette and was now inhaling it deeply. "You go get them. I'll be here."

And so, Bill and Draco started off to the playground. It was a relatively new addition to the hospital, only being a couple years old. It was out in to give the children something to do besides wait in the waiting rooms for hours on end. So it was a surprise when they rounded the corner and no one else was at the playground except who they were looking for.

Larry was sitting on top of the monkey bars, looking as intimidating as ever with the sun reflecting off his head. He was smiling, which softened his features, but he still looked like he could squash you with his fist. The other three were on the swing set. Staci was furthest rocking back and forth gently watching the other two who were a few swings away.

Harry and Jimmy seemed to be having a contest on who could go higher. Their black hair was whipping in the wind and Evans' glasses seemed to have fallen off. Both of them were smiling happily with flushed cheeks. Jimmy was winning, but that didn't seem to bother Harry in the slightest. Draco watched and John's words suddenly hit him.

"…the kid never got to be a kid right?"

And it was true. Harry's childhood had been spent in that brothel. That was no kind of life for a little boy. And as Draco continued to watch Harry he was struck by how much like a carefree child he looked. It was also in this moment that Draco realized that he didn't know how old Evans actually was. He looked 12 or 13 usually, but Draco didn't know for sure. When he switched into 'You-Know-You-Want-Me' Mode he appeared older. This was the second important piece of information Draco had failed to ask of Harry when they first met. First his name and now his age. Perhaps I should just make a list of things to ask him and be done with it…

"Bill! Draco! Back so soon?" Draco looked toward the voice that called out.

"Yeah," Bill shouted back to Jimmy, who was still swinging, but slower. "I whipped him in to shape in no time." As he said this Bill threw an arm around Draco's shoulders and began to lead him closer.

"I'll bet," Staci piped up. "Jimmy knows all about your 'whippings,' eh Bill?" Larry laughed and Bill, red faced, removed his arm from the blonde.

"Staci! Have you been talking to John?" Staci smirked over at the indignant red head.

"Maybe."

Jimmy jumped from the swing and walked over to Bill, whispering in his ear, "Don't worry, I won't tell them you learned all your whipping skills from me," before walking on and saying to the rest of the group, "I'm going to the van ya'll. John's probably ready to go."

"Hey! Mr. Jimmy!" Evans called from his swing, which was still going fairly high. Jimmy halted his progress and turned around.

"What? And I told you, don't call me Mr.!"

"Sorry, but how did you do that?" Jimmy looked at Bill in confusion before turning back to Harry.

"Do…what?"

"Jump!"

"Oh, I don't know. Just…let go when the swing goes forward." With that Jimmy began walking away once more with Bill in tow.

"Alright kid," Larry said, hopping off the monkey bars and walking over to stand in front of Harry's moving swing. "You're gonna jump like Jimmy said, and I'm gonna catch you so that you don't break anything. Okay?" Draco held in a snort as he watched Larry stand there, posed to catch the falling boy. Larry had never had children, having lost his wife many years ago. He had never felt the need to remarry, but he would have been a good father.

Harry looked skeptical at first, but quickly nodded his acceptance. Staci got up from his swing and moved closer to where Larry was. Draco watched curiously as Larry began talking again.

"Okay, let go on the count of three. One…two…three!" Evans did as he was told and let go of the swing. His scrawny body flew through the air and Larry had to back up quickly to keep him from hitting the ground. After Larry put him down Evans looked around dazedly before his eyes came to rest on Draco. He paused for a moment, looking the blonde over before cautiously walking towards him.

"Malfoy?" He asked uncertainly.

"Yes Evans?" The shorter boy fidgeted slightly, looking at the ground.

"Am I still going 'home' with you?" Draco looked at the boy in front of him for a moment until the head of black hair rose and green eyes looked at him curiously. His glasses were still missing in the sand.

"Yes. You're still coming with me," Draco replied, glancing over to see Staci picking up Harry's glasses. Draco thought about the question Evans had asked and something clicked.

"I'll be taking you home as soon as you are bandaged," Draco said, indicating Harry's arm.

"Home?"

"Yes. To where I live." Bill chose this moment to reenter the room, carrying a first aid kit.

"Sorry it took so-" He was cut off by Harry doing the only thing he could think of to do in a situation like the one he currently found himself in: running.

"Evans?" Harry looked up, eyes blank. "Is that why you ran away?" Harry stayed silent, looking Draco over, before nodding slowly. "Is that why you attacked me in the closet?" A smile spread over the pale face before him.

"'Attacked'?" he asked softly, moving closer. "Is that what you call it here?" Draco held out his arms to stop Harry from getting any closer.

"Look, Evans, I don't know what you think will happen when I take you to my house, but I'm not going to sleep with you." Harry looked at him again, searching his eyes for…something.

"But…you never got what you paid for…" Draco stared, dumbfounded. Evans still thought Draco cared about that?

"Evans…"

"You paid for a prostitute," Evans interrupted, trying to move closer. "And you never got one." Draco sighed, and motioned to Staci and Larry to go on ahead, waiting until they were around the corner before tugging Harry to his chest enveloping him in hug.

"Look, I don't know if this is one of those 'human contact' issues you have, but just know that I don't like touching people so you better get over it fast. I'm not taking you home to have sex with you. I'm taking you home to keep you safe until I give you to my father. So stop acting so weird and go back to being hyper or happy or whatever it is you call it. I got what I paid for; I got you. That's what I was sent to get. You, not laid by you. Got it? Now, when I let you go you better be back to what I deem 'normal' for you and if you are I might give you some ice cream. Understand? Ice. Cream." With that Draco stepped away from Evans and waited. The other boy was looking down at the ground but quickly looked up with a huge smile.

"Ice cream? As in the frozen dessert stuff? Eva told me about it! She used to live in a city y'know." Draco just rolled his eyes at the excited chatter and began to lead Harry back to the van. "She's about my age. A year younger I think. Her and her mom. Remember I told you about Ms. Molly? The lady who had the books? Anyway, they came several years ago and Eva told me all about ice cream! And cookies! Can I have some cookies, too?" By this time they had reached the van and Draco opened the side door to usher Harry inside.

"Yeah, you can have cookies, too." Harry just beamed and got put into a seat next to Bill. Draco shut the door and walked around to the passenger's seat.

"Spoiled brat," John muttered to himself as Draco buckled up. The blonde smirked.

"You say that every time John. I'm not spoiled, merely privileged." John snorted.

"'Privileged' my ass. You're spoiled."

"He's right Draco. Look at you; you've never had to ride in the back seat of anything except a limo. This isn't even your car," Jimmy said.

"And you always get the jumbo sized lunches in the lunch room without paying," added Staci.

"And you got to sleep this morning," Bill said pointedly.

"The perks of being next in line to own a multimillion dollar company. What can I say?" Draco asked rhetorically as John started the van.

"'I'm spoiled'?" Harry suggested. Draco turned in his seat to stare at Harry while the rest of the car broke out in laughter. "What?" he asked, looking at Draco innocently.

The rest of ride was uneventful as one by one the other passengers where dropped off at their dwellings. Soon, only Draco, John, and Evans remained.

"So, you're keepin' Evans until Monday, right Draco?" John asked as he passed a postal truck.

"Yeah," Draco replied lazily. "But I thought we already went over that?" John just shrugged.

"I'm getting old, so sue me." Five minutes later the 'old' man was driving away from Draco's house at a rousing speed of sixty miles an hour, in a twenty-five mile per hour zone. Needless to say, John was eager to get home.

Draco sighed as he watched the black van disappear from his drive way. He stood there for several minutes, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, he turned around and was greeted by an empty stretch of concrete. Glancing about Draco saw Evans kneeling by a large tuft of grass, poking something cautiously with a stick.

"Evans? What are you doing?" Draco asked, making his way to the hunched figure. The smaller boy looked up with a smile.

"I think I found a snail." Draco rolled his eyes and was on the verge of telling Harry to get up when said boy did it all on his own. He literally sprang up and knocked into Draco, sending him stumbling backward. "Ah!"

"What?" Draco asked, alarmed by the sudden exclamation. Harry looked, bewildered, at the spot he had previously been poking, stick forgotten on the ground.

"I don't know. It was some sort of…tiny monster thing," the boy said shakily, pointing at the ground. "It's not going to…attack me. Is it?" He asked fearfully, turning widened eyes to Draco. The blonde sighed and peered to where the other boy had indicated, looking for anything intimidating. He was expecting a spider or a millipede or something of the sort. He was not however, expecting a ladybug.

"That?" Draco asked, laughing as he straightened up. "You're afraid of that?" Evans just blushed, pouted, and crossed his arms, mumbling something incoherent. "What?" Evans huffed.

"I said, it looked scarier up close," he said, before flailing his arms in a wild gesture during what he said next. "And it popped out of no where! It just BAM! Appeared!" Draco shook his head, a smirk on his lips.

"Whatever you say. Come on," he said as he walked toward the front door. "I think I promised you some ice cream." Harry nodded enthusiastically, ladybug forgotten. Draco stopped walking and stared.

"What?" Harry asked, shifting slightly in anxiousness. He was awaiting his ice cream.

"Where are your glasses?" Draco asked slowly. Evans brought his hand up to his face as if searching for the mentioned item only to have his fingers collide with his nose.

"I…don't know," he replied, moving his hands to check his pockets. Draco remembered Staci picking up the things, but apparently they never made it back to their owner.

"Don't worry," Draco told the still searching boy as he turned back to his front door. "I think Staci has them. We'll get them Monday." Draco removed his keys from his pocket and heard a quiet, 'Okay,' from behind him. He jammed the key in the lock and turned, pushing the door open as he did so. He stepped inside and waited for Harry to enter before closing the door. Before he could even lock the bolt once again, it happened. Draco had been expecting it since the snail incident a few moments before, but the reality was much harsher than he could have imagined.

Yes, mere seconds after entering the finely furnished and modernly decorated abode of one Draco Malfoy, Harry Evans let out a ridiculously loud squeal. One so loud that it could have been mistaken for a blood-curdling scream. The reason for the squeal was painfully obvious, which is why Draco had expected it. Harry had seen the blonde's most precious possession: his baby.

Harry Evans had seen Bennie, Draco's cat.

The black haired youth eyed the cat as it hid under a chair staring cautiously at the obviously psychotic intruder.

"Is that…a cat?" Draco finished locking the door and turned to join Harry in his activity of watching the animal.

"Yes. Bennie. Though, I think you scared her with your battle cry," Draco said, squatting down and holding out his hand to the now suspicious creature. Harry followed suit and sat down on the thick red carpet. "Come on Bennie," Draco cooed. "Come 'ere baby. It's only me and Evans."

Slowly, the cat inched out of its cavern and walked toward Draco, watching Harry for any signs of potentially threatening behavior. Evans, far from being a threat, was nearly bursting with excitement. He had seen cats before, looking out his window, but those cats resembled malnourished rodents. This cat, she was beautiful. She was fluffy and gray with golden eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. She looked silky soft, but Harry resisted the urge to touch her, afraid that she might try to run away.

"'Atta girl," Draco praised as he rubbed behind the, now purring, feline's ears. "See? Nothing to be afraid of. Go on Evans. You can pet her," Draco said, turning his attention to the boy beside him. "Just be gentle and let her smell you first." Harry did as he was told and carefully extended his hand to the gray fluff ball. A cold damp nose sniffed at the offering before nudging at the fingers enthusiastically.

"Look Malfoy!" Harry whispered excitedly. "I'm petting her." And indeed he was. Bennie had warmed up to the new houseguest, rubbing against his knees and allowing him to run his hand along her immaculately groomed coat.

"That's nice," Draco said standing up. "Let's go get your ice cream. You've got plenty of time to pet the cat." With one final stroke Harry stood and followed Draco into the kitchen, which was to the right of the front door and living room. The flooring here was gray and black tile in a checkerboard pattern. Most of the appliances were black with stainless steal fixture, all in fact, except for one thing. The hot pink bowls sitting in the corner of the room.

Draco paid no mind to the oddly colored bowls and went about retrieving a plain steel one from a cabinet.

"Um…" Draco looked over at the other boy that was standing uncertainly in the doorway.

"Oh. You can go sit at the island." This received a blank look. "The thing in the middle of the room. Just pick a stool." With that Draco returned to gathering ice cream eating materials. Harry just nodded and made his way to the large rectangular counter that stood in the middle of the giant kitchen. The top was black, like the rest of the counters, and the stools where made of steel with alternating black and gray tops. Harry sat on the stool in the middle, the black one.

"Malfoy?"

"What?" Draco asked, not looking up from his activity of scooping out liberal amounts of vanilla ice cream.

"Why is everything the same colors?" Harry asked while gazing around the color-coordinated room.

"Well," Draco began as he returned the ice cream container to the freezer. "It's called decorating. I liked dark colors for the kitchen because they don't show dirt and the like as easily as, say, yellow." Draco handed his charge the bowl. Harry looked at it for a moment before grabbing up the offered spoon and digging in.

"Mmmm." After the first bite Harry closed his eyes and let the vanilla melt on his tongue. Once it was all gone he looked at Draco. "This is really good." Draco nodded.

"Yes it is." The blonde sat down on the stool to the left of Harry.

"Why don't you have any?" The black haired boy asked between mouth fulls.

"Don't feel like any right now. I'm not a huge sweets person," Draco replied easily, even though it was only half the truth. He was just more of a chocolate man.

"Oh." Harry continued to devour the tasty treat in front of him and in under two minutes it was gone. "Ow. My head hurts," Harry groaned, holding his forehead between his hands. Draco smirked in amusement.

"Probably just a brain freeze." At Harry's alarmed face Draco clarified. "It happens when you eat or drink something really cold too fast. Don't worry, your brain isn't actually frozen." Harry dropped his hands.

"I think it's gone now."

"Good. Come on and I'll show you your room." Harry followed him out of the kitchen and to a hallway on the other side of the living room.

"But it's still morning time. Do I have to stay in there all day?" he asked quietly, slowing his pace and looking at the carpet. Draco glanced over his shoulder at the boy behind him.

"No. I just wanted to show you where it was." Harry nodded and began examining the walls as they passed. "Here we are," Draco said after a few seconds. He opened the door and entered the guest room Harry not far behind.

The room was mostly done in dark navy blue with white carpeting and accents. The large bed was on the middle of the right wall with a dresser on the opposite wall that supported a TV. There were matching nightstands on each side of the bed and a window was on the far wall. Two doors were on the left wall, one on each side of the dresser.

"The door closest to the window is a walk in closet," Draco explained. "The other door is a bathroom." Harry nodded and continued to look around the room.

"I don't have a toothbrush."

"Huh?" Draco replied, thrown off by the sudden statement.

"A toothbrush. I don't have one. I left mine back…there." Harry said, looking away from Draco and turning toward the bed.

"Ah," Draco said awkwardly. "Well, we can go later and get you one. You'll probably need some clothes and other stuff, too." Harry shook his head.

"That's okay. You don't have to do that. All I need is a tooth brush and maybe another shirt to sleep in."

"No. It's no problem. Besides, father would castrate me if he thought I was depriving you of anything." Harry looked at Draco for a moment before sitting on the bed.

"What does your father want from me anyway? Why go through all this trouble for me?" Draco sighed and walked over to sit next to Harry on the bed.

"I'm not sure exactly why, I told you that when we met. But I do know that it's important. Why is it important? I have no idea. Father was just really adamant about getting you."

"Oh." They sat in silence, Harry looking at his hands. Draco could tell he was troubled and nearly asked him what was wrong, but he thought better of it. He was never one for emotions or touchy-feely stuff. Instead of comforting the other boy he'd probably only end up upsetting him more. Best leave the talking about mental states to Hermione. Evans could talk about what was bothering him to her on Monday.

That decided, Draco stood up and walked to the door. "You can take a shower if you want; I'll let you borrow some clothes. Then we can go shopping," the blonde said, pausing at the door.

"…Okay."

"Okay. You can go start the water; the water heater is on. I'll get you a towel." And with that Draco disappeared down the hall leaving Harry to sigh into the empty room before going to the bathroom to attempt to take the first shower of his life. It was best to leave some things alone, and whatever it was that Harry was thinking about was one of them.

It probably didn't matter anyway.