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

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Broken Window

The Unexpected Present

"Harry…" the red head was poking him in the side, as grey eyes looked on with amusement watching the youngest Weasley boy try to get his friend to wake up without disturbing the rest of the house. Weasley sighed and shook his friend and finally the boy opened his eyes.

Potter was curled up, tangled in the awful orange sheets. The red-head grinned before pulling at the sheets, helping his friend out of the mess, "Harry I heard what you said to Malfoy yesterday… I have to agree with you he should be thankful we didn't just leave his bare arse out there, the sodding git." Weasley was watching the blonde out of the corner of his eye obviously he was trying to see the blonde's reaction to his words. It seemed to infuriate him when Draco didn't say a word or even so much as sneer, and instead just went on with studying potions with a neutral face. Sighing Potter closed his eyes to go back to sleep. "Harry that's not all I wanted to talk about… guess what Dad's letting us do?" Potter's eyes snapped open as Weasley continued, "Since we are coming of age… me already being it and you in a week he's decided that we are old enough to be able to go outside to the clearing with the trees! That means we can play Quidditch"

"Are you serious!" the black-haired teen exclaimed as he attempted to free himself of the jail his sheets had created, "I would've thought your father and mother wouldn't want to risk exposure for that long! I mean Dumbledore must be…" Potter trailed off and looked down; suddenly the horrid sheets had more interest then playing Quidditch.

Draco watched as the red-head leaned closer to his best friend and whisper something in his ear that seemed to make the brunette at least a bit more optimistic, but those startling green-eyes told a sad story. The brunette looked beautiful lying with now only his legs tangled; the nightshirt he had on last night rides up revealing a small trail of black hair bellow a small bellybutton. The tanned skin isn't lined with scars like Draco's body, instead it glowed as the morning sun shines onto the boy. Draco was briefly reminded of a croissant roll, cracking a lopsided smile at that thought he buried his face back into the potions book to hide his grin.

"That's not all Harry, you know Fred and George are coming in today and they said they have a surprise for your birthday, which sadly they can't be here for… you know they are in," Weasley spared a glace at Draco before lowering his voice dramatically, "you-know-what now so…" Potter's read-head friend trailed off, glaring at Draco. Despite Weasley's lame attempt to not say anything that would give too much away Draco knew that Fred and George were being sent to do some mission for the Order of the Phoenix.

Draco wouldn't give in to the redhead and glance at him, even though that cursed Weasley wouldn't stop glaring at him as if he were something foul. The blonde smirked and didn't look over as he asked, "So you aren't seventeen yet Potter?"

"So what Malfoy? You aren't either as I recall during those apparating lessons you didn't go take your test like Ron." Potter was now also looking his way, but Draco wouldn't budge. "So you must be younger then me Malfoy."

"No Potter, that simply means that I have a summer birthday like you. June fifth if you must know." Silence echoed through the small room as no one said a word for several minutes, it appeared as though the couple of Gryffindors were debating over what to say next. As the door opened Potter got out of bed and proceeded to get dressed in his awful, too-big clothes. The black shirt hides the tanned skin and delicate body of the brunette, the-

A sudden crack brought Draco's eyes away from Potter, another crack soon followed and two tall red-headed twins stood, both clad in dragon-hide pants and jackets. They tackled Potter to the ground and proceeded to wrestle with the boy until they both had him pinned to the floor. Draco found that when one of the Weasley twins pulled off Potter's black shirt he couldn't pull his eyes away from the rippling muscle and tanned skin as they fought to pin the other one down. Potter was soon sprawled out across the floor with one twin holding down his arms and the other twin holding down his legs.

"Do you-"The twin holding his legs started only to have his twin interrupt him and finish his sentence.

"give up, Harry?" The boy bellow them sputtered and nodded; his exposed, naked flesh tightened into little goose bumps as the cool breeze from the opened window hit the sweat-glistening, tanned skin. "That's a good boy." Potter was suddenly slapped on the arse as he stood, he smirked at the Weasley who had been holding his legs and was suddenly bombarded by a box. "We weren't sure what struck your-

"fancy so we got you several different types." The other twin finished the sentence and Draco was fining it quite annoying. Potter opened the box after tearing through the Slytherin green paper; Draco couldn't help but be intrigued as the brunette went bright red and closed the box as quickly as he could.

The brunette lowered his voice drastically as he kept glancing over at the blonde, "How can you get me these when you know I have him as a roommate? He doesn't know about this…" the brunette trailed off and proceeded to glare at the twins as he threw the box under the bed, blushing uncontrollably.

"Well sorry Harry, but when we got you this present it was after we had heard the news and well Malfoy hadn't appeared naked in our field yet." This made the red-heads snicker and Draco to frown a bit.

Draco couldn't stand them talking about him, "You do realize the only reason why I was naked was because I didn't want to leave a trail…" then he realized he need not justify himself to these people. They were never understanding when it came to him, Potter was evidence enough to that; he shook his head and walked to the window ignoring the laughing. Then he saw it. He saw Snape's owl. The owl with black feathers stained by blood and grease was steadily coming closer to the window. Cursing as the bird proceeded to scratch the window with too sharp nail he flung the rickety window open.

"Draco we must talk soon. There is

no time. I am telling you now that

we need to talk. No harm will

come to you, I swear. Please Draco

hear me out. Meet me at the statue

of the witch I showed you when

you were little. The one we

visit every birthday.

-GS"

His god father had always signed the letters that were true GS for "Godfather Snape" that meant he was not being watched. The Death Eaters had always told Severus to never sign a letter so that if it was ever intersected the name wouldn't be on it.

The thoughts running through his head were abruptly halted as he felt someone – Potter – push past him; the boy was reaching for his broom that was leaning against the far corner of the room. Watching the brunette leave with his smiling friends, Draco was left alone – once again – he was the outcast. Draco must know. He needed to know what lay in that box beneath the bed.

The outcast grimaced as he reached under the bed, his face scrunched up in disgust as he had to shift oddly smelling clothing and stick his hand into – what he thought was rather large, giant cobwebs. Holding his breath the hideous outcast dove under the bed and finally reached his goal: the box. Cheering in his mind the boy grinned, but it was cut short as he spotted the spider that had spun the giant web. After rolling out from under the bed the blond opened the top and shifted the Slytherin green wrapping paper out of the way and a gasp could be heard throughout the room.

The magazine was sitting there as if it was the most innocent thing in the entire world, but the flamboyant colors adorned by the moving pictures of males were grinning at each other and doing obscene things. The giant "XXX" on the front was covering the nude males' sex organs, but just barely. As the boy stared at the picture he felt something he dared not admit: arousal. Throwing the box under the bed the boy stood and proceeded to pace in steady circles his own embarrassment radiating in waves off his pink cheeks. After what felt like minutes, but was sure longer the blonde slid down the wall, his head bent, blond hair falling into grey eyes.

When the door opened a sweaty, radiating Potter came into the door his eyes alit with something Draco hadn't seen in the boy's eyes in years. Potter was in bliss. It was as though all the problems and issues of the world had been lifted off the shoulders of the boy and dumped onto the next boy-who-lived. Somehow this light in Potters' eyes made his own issues lighten a bit. Draco went to find Mister Weasley to tell him that he needed to be assisted in apparating to the witch statue.

The red-head was sitting and talking in hushed voices with his wife, his hands were moving frantically with the words he was speaking. "Mister Weasley" Draco called out attentively, when he was at home even if what he had to say was of the utmost importance he was not suppose to interrupt the man of the house – Lucius – when he was talking. Draco was always sharply and painfully scolded each time he dared to speak when Lucius was talking. Just the thought of the cane with the sharp metal snake head on the top made the boy cringe and shudder. The fangs of the silver snake head had been torture for the boy growing up. And Lucius being the malicious man he was – and is – would carry the cane wherever he went with Draco as a constant reminder to behave or he would use the cane as punishment, even despite the crowds and general public of people. Draco knew of his father's wrath while being in Public, although it was scarse that he would discipline while in public it had happened a few times; Draco was sure his father had simply done it to humiliate the boy. Who in their right mind would take a ten year old boy across his legs then pull the pants down of the child and strike the child with their cane? Apparently Draco's father would.

The smile that was on Mister Weasley's face was reassuring to the teen, this man was not his father. This man would never strike his children. Draco's breath caught his throat. Did he consider himself a Weasley now?

He certainly wasn't a Malfoy.

The blonde proceeded to tell the man about the letter and that he would need assistance to the Witch Statue, the man cleary did not mind and told him to just tell him the time and date. And with a wave of the elder man's hand he was told to go "play" with the other children. Walking up the stairs he didn't enter his and Potter's room where laughter was radiating off the rickety walls of the decrepit house. All the boy knew was that Severus was good, and that simple thought brought a smile to his face, but what he never saw was a girl with a tangled bush of brown hair standing above where he was sitting against the wall; her face was smiling slightly as she watched the blond for merely a second before going back up into the youngest Weasley's room.

The head of the Weasley family sat in a warped chair with a too-short leg, the lopsided chair rattled back and forth between the different length chair legs as the man stood to accompany the blonde to the witch statue. He was playing with a muggle object and proceeded to tell the pure-blood blonde all about it as the boy turned deaf ears to his excited, eager, animated chatter. As Mister Weasley reached for his hand and said words that Draco didn't care to hear the horrible feeling that Draco hated was soon overwhelming his body, it felt as though he was being sucked through a small straw. When it subsides Draco resisted the urge to hiss as he stood face to face with his beloved Potions Master.

"Oh, thank Merlin, Draco!" Called the Potions Master desperately, his black eyes were different; somehow the onyx stone was sharper, harder, more piercing as if the man had seen so much in these past few weeks to change him into a stricter man, if that was at all possible. "Draco there has been a tragic occurrence after your departure." Severus seemed to struggle uncharacteristicly with his words, his usually strong, bellowing, sarcastic voice turned into a mere shadow of the voice that once made first years cower in fear. The man with the extremely greasy hair – it seemed more then normal – took in a big shuddering breath before saying, "Draco, your mother is dead. She has been murdered."

The blond couldn't hear the words that Snape was saying; he now knew why Severus couldn't keep his face free of emotion. Draco had always known that Severus's relationship with his mother had been more then just friendship. They had been lovers before the arranged marriage Draco's mother had been forced into. And the blonde was almost positive his father, Lucius, had allowed the pair to continue their affairs into the many, many years their 'happy' marriage. Severus continued with his talk, his voice becoming firmer, and more speech like. "Draco… I know this is a shock. You're mother told me to give you this, she knew the Dark Lord was going to kill her since you betrayed him, but I'm telling you now Draco I am not one of them. Do you remember that night?" Draco nodded, his pale face shinning in the silver moonlight as he looked up at the Potions Master. "Dumbledore pleaded for the first time that night, but it was not for his life he was pleading for me to kill him." The blonde's eyes widened at the seemingly ridiculous motion, but he knew the man was telling the truth. The greasy hair was falling against the face that was full of emotion. Draco couldn't remember the last time seeing his Godfather so worked up before. "He knew that I had to do it. He knew about a bind I made with Bellatrix and, well, your mother." The only remaining Malfoy swallowed and closed his eyes, "Draco your mother was in love with you."

Severus could tell that the boy before him was trying his hardest not to cry in the Potions Master's presence. The child's Potions Master did something that many had never seen the snarky professor do. He embraced the trembling child in front of him.

After what felt like a few minutes the blond pulled back his cheeks dusted by a pink blush that was accompanied by a shy smile as the boy muttered, "Sorry." Severus simply patted the boy on the back before cringing and clutching his left forearm. "Go." Draco muttered, watching as the Potions Master nodded before apparating with a crack off into the night.

Draco turned to see Mister Weasley with a sad expression on his face, "Time to go home." The redhead with hideous green robes stepped forward knowing that the blonde couldn't move as if he was struck by an "Immobilous" spell.