Summary: HBP spoilers! The last year has approached, but with a shocking revelation during the summer when Draco appears in a field bloody and battered. What will happen when he appears in the field of the Burrow?

Spoilers: Half Blood Prince, OoP, GoF, PoA, CoS, PS

Broken Window

The Meeting at the Burrow

A bespectacled boy was leaning against a doorframe watching the sky where grey clouds roamed the blue horizon; he let out a soft groan as he looked down at the muddy ground. It was still raining and it had been raining for quite sometime now. The rain had been on off all month, the raven-haired boy cast a wanting glance at the broom shed where his firebolt sat unused for the better part of two weeks.

The boy with the glasses couldn't get over his obsession with Malfoy, he was constantly looking out into the brown yard that had once been green and full of gnomes. He still constantly checked his map even though there was no one anywhere within the school. Harry sometimes would have restless nights, thinking where the blond-haired boy could be. Often times the 'chosen one' would roll around within the confines of his twin sized bed, flipping onto his stomach then rolling upon his back until finally he would sit up. Then, in an instant, twist his head to the right checking to see if Ron was still asleep then creep over to where his trunk sat. Then, grabbing what seemed to be a wooden rod and a worn, old piece of parchment, he'd sit. His back against the lumpy pillow he'd stare at the map, just watching and waiting for the small words "Draco Malfoy" to appear. All night he'd sit, but never did the dot appear, and never did the boy's face show in the now brown gardens or fields.

The boy with the green eyes that had once been sparkling all those years ago, but now had dimmed let out a soft sigh and he placed his head against the door frame looking past the trees at the grey clouds but seeing nothing.

A long strain of curses was heard from behind the boy and he looked over to see the red hair and long nose of his best friend. "How are we going to have this wedding if this rain keeps on falling? We were going to have an outside wedding because of the guests we had invited!"

"Honestly Ron, you'd think you'd have more sense!" Both boy's turned around to see the bushy mane of the girl who had struck the red-head's fancy. The girl didn't utter a word just simply flicked her wrist and soon there seemed to be a barrier outside keeping the ground from becoming wet. Harry stepped outside under the half egg shaped barrier and grinned.

"You're brilliant Hermione!" the green-eyed boy shouted, he didn't realize that his friends were smirking and Ron nudge the smarter girl who still had her wand out. Suddenly a downpour was upon the bespectacled boy who let out a small surprised scream. The scowling boy walked in drenched, trudging mud all over the clean kitchen floor. "Good to see you here, Hermione." The boy's hair fell into his face as silvery-blue droplets caressed it and were hugging the frame of his glasses.

The soaking wet boy gave her a hug, she let out a squeal as the cold water transferred onto her thin pajamas. Then suddenly with a great bolt of energy the black-haired boy then grabbed his redhead friend and threw Ron out the door, effectively causing the tallest boy to fall over into the mud. Harry picked up the girl and threw her on top of the now soppy and muddy boy. The girl's bushy hair was now soaking wet as rain pounded down, her hair was now straight and the boy's cheeks bellow her had a slight tint of pink in them that he would blame on the cold.

"I'll get you Potter!" The redhead yelled, as he helped Hermione get up from the rain wet ground. He looked over and saw the shoeless feet of the retreating black-haired boy's frame. Ron was wearing a soaking wet pair of blue boxers and an equally wet and muddy t-shirt. The girl standing next to him nodded and took off, her slippers making clacking noises as she ran towards the boy clad in only green boxers.

Harry's laugh could be heard through the field overtop the storm, as his friends started to catch up with him. The warm rain caused his glasses to fog up as he now ran blindly through the field. Suddenly he tripped over something and fell tumbling a few feet in the slippery mud.

"You okay Harry?" called out the voice of his best mate Ron. Suddenly he heard two twin gasps. Harry cleaned his glasses and looked over at the startled faces of his best friends. The thing he had tripped over was the body of none other then his rival and obsession Draco Malfoy.

Harry almost gave a yelp of glee as he looked down at the blond, whom was the object of his obsession. He felt his spirits rise as he looked down to see the naked teen. Harry then realized how beat up the boy was, his feet seemed to be bear of skin and raw, crimson patches were all over his limp body. Harry's eyes met the curve of the boy's rear, Harry felt the monster within his chest give a slight growl. The boy simply ignored the monster within his chest in turn looking around subconsciously for Ginny that the monster was obviously growling for.

Hermione quickly cast a spell that went unheard by anyone, and soon the blond was suspended in an upright position. Horror filled Harry's stomach as he looked at the boy's body that was covered in mud and dry blood. Dark crimson and soft mud was stuck to his mouth and chin. When they looked harder the saw a bright red color trickling out his mouth, mixing with the rain. His hair was soaking wet, the rain seem to have cleared it of all the grease and leaves were scattered about in the light blond hairs. The blond silvery strands were sticking to his face and neck, the girl ran quickly back into the house, the levitating frame of Draco Malfoy behind her.

She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the protests of Ron behind her, Harry looked at the boy who was becoming smaller and smaller until he disappeared into the rickety house that seemed to be oscillating as the wind picked up. The top part of the house swaying precariously upon where it was perched, Harry turned to see his red-haired friend cursing.

Harry started to giggle at the sight of his best friend's nose, where a line of dirt was. Harry was reminded about the first train ride that seemed so far away yet it was only several years ago.

"What are you laughing at Harry? Bloody Malfoy is in my house! In my house, Merlin's beard!" The red head cursed, and looked at his giggling friend, "Oh shut up Harry." With that the red-head stormed away into the house, while Harry just fell back into the muddy.

His eyes were shut tight as he let out a sigh, and then he opened his eyes watching as the raindrops fell upon his glasses, shielding his eyes from the downpour of water. The boy grinned despite the small chill he was experiencing, and looked towards the house, his cheek nestled in warm mud.

Later that day Harry walked out of the shower a white towel wrapped around his slender hips, he walked into Fred and George's room where he had been staying only to see the blond haired teen within the confides of the other bed. It looked like his best friend's mother had patched him up, dressed him, and sent him to bed. The sleeping teen wasn't moving except the intake and outtake of each breath and occasionally a shudder.

Harry stared at the boy fascinated by him, after a moment he tore his emerald orbs away from the child before him and dropped the fluffy white towel to the floor. He bent over to retrieve his boxers when he heard the boy behind him begin to stir. The sound of someone yawning and stretching on the squeaky bed echoed in Harry's ears as he hastily pulled on the nearest pair of boxers, almost tumbling over as he turned around and peered at his room mate.

Harry nearly giggled as the boy threw the sheets over his head as if trying to ward out the monsters like a five year old child. But in the cold silence of the room Harry could hear the unmistakable sounds of someone trying to make no noise as he sobbed quietly. The blanket that was pulled over the teen shook slightly, and Harry just stood there thinking of the time he had caught the boy before him crying in the bathroom. He pictured the angelic face without the mask, tears running from silver colored eyes. The same eyes that had once ridiculed him but now held so much emotion. Harry wished that he could tear the sheet off the blond teen and look just once more at the tears upon that face.

But the raven-haired boy didn't, he simply pulled on a black shirt along with a pair of too big jeans that were held onto his slim hips by a worn leather belt. He gave one last glance at the quaking bed sheets before slowly and silently closing the door behind him.

"Can you believe it!" Harry heard as he walked down the stairs on his toes as to not make much noise, "Sodding Malfoy sharing my brother's room with my best mate!" Harry turned the corner sharply to see Ron flailing his arms madly, making rude gestures as he talked to the bushy haired girl that had struck his fancy. "I mean of all the people bloody sodding Malfoy had to show up! I mean is it enough that he basically murdered our Headmaster?" Ron seemed to be throwing a fit as Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line, scowling at the redhead.

Harry, not wanting to get into the discussion knowing full well that they wouldn't listen to anything he had to say about Malfoy, turned and went through the kitchen door. Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand this way and that way as she sent things flying and spoons turning all over the stove. Harry didn't want to interrupt her incantations just simply walked back upstairs on his toes. He was at a loss what to do, not wanting to return to his room he sat down on the staircase, placing his head against the wall and closing his eyes. He knew it was going to be a long couple weeks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any ofhis friends, obsessions, orenemies