Chapter 3

'The Door of Quong Po'

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If one was walking in the Great Hall and decided to take a trip towards the kitchens by going down the stairs they may have noticed a small corridor off to the side hidden behind a suit of armor. If they had then asked the suit of armor to kindly move so they could walk down said corridor they might have noticed a large painting, easily the size of a double door entrance. However, that is all only if they did all this would they have found the place that Dumbledore request to be Harry and Draco's residence.

When they stopped in front of this mystical painting they noticed that it was not much like the usual portraits guarding the house dormitories. This one had several mystical animals surrounding a peacefully sitting Asian man. Harry and Draco were both stunned at the beautiful array of magical creatures. Among these many creatures they could identify Chimaeras:
which had lion's head, goat's body, and dragon's tail, Griffins: strange creatures with the front body of an eagle and hindquarters of a lion, Occamys which were a beautiful, carnivorous creature native to India and the Far East, resembling a winged snake, but having two legs, and a few Runespoors: a magical three-headed, snake, colored a bright orange and had black horizontal stripes. Both Draco and Harry watched in awe as the beasts interacted with the human in harmony, none of them seeming minding one an others presence.

"The door of Quong Po," Dumbledore paused thoughtfully, "Quong Po was a famous wizard that study deeply in the arts of the Care of Magical Creatures. He discovered the use of Dragon Egg Powder." The headmaster smiled at the two young men before turning to the door. "Diligo quod contemno." The Asian man nodded and the painting clicked.

Malfoy, still blushing from the coincidental password asked, "Why didn't it swing open?"

"It's manual. You have to actually pull it open. But, I must be going now. I hope you find your chambers satisfying." His misty blue eyes twinkled as the tall man turned away to walk back down the long empty corridor.

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Day 1:

"Well, come on then." Draco stated pulling open the door as soon as Dumbledore disappeared down the corridor. The portrait, to his surprise, moved freely, and he motioned to Harry to enter in first.

Once inside, Draco turned back around facing the exit to gently close the door. Once that was done he spun around only to slam into the raven-haired boy. But as Draco looked up to reprimand him, he saw why Harry had stopped. They were in their private common room; the
walls were painted a cappuccino brown, dark oak hardwood floors ran the room, only to be covered by a brown, luscious, Oriental rug. The rooms' couches were a cream colored velvet and brown silk blankets draped over the armrests; creating a Victorian feel to the room. The large ornate fireplace was set dead center and fit the room perfectly. To the side, there was a small oak table with two matching oak chairs and over in the corner was a large oak bookcase. An opening in an unused wall held a staircase that, presumably, led to the bedrooms. Next to the staircase was a door that was sure to open to a bathroom.

Draco led Harry over to the bathroom to take a look inside. Upon entering his jaw dropped; white marble tiles decorated the floor, tub, and shower, the latter two being big enough to have parties in. The walls were pure white with a type of sheen to them that caused them to glisten. A door off to the left contained a toilet while another door off to the right was a closet filled with warm fully white towels.

"Well, at least if the rest of the place sucks we can just stay in here." chuckled Draco.
"Yeah, looks comfortable enough," Harry agreed with a weak smile.

They both laughed as they strolled out of the lavatory and up the stone stairs and there, at the top, was a loft bedroom. Two queen size; four-poster beds were situated in the room's center. They were decorated with white and green sheer curtain hangings for Draco, and white and red for Harry; the curtains matched their luxurious sheets. The floors were the same dark oak as the common room and here they matched two desks, two chairs and of course the two bed frames. The desks and beds were all positioned to look out on a beautiful view of the lake that the large windows revealed.

Harry, due to being so tired, walked over to his bed and crashed as soon as his fragile body touched the soft sheets. Draco however, still had three essays to write: one for Potions on, 'what happened when Mr. Longbottom forgot to the mince the wolfsbane in today's potion,' which had to be two feet long. Another was for Charms on the differences in 'Alohamora' and 'Patefacio' but it was only one foot long so it wouldn't present much of a challenge. The last was for Transfiguration on the complicated 'Veraverto' spells. Apparently, McGonagall didn't like her chair being transfigured into a Theastral while she was still sitting on it. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor Head of House had been in a bad mood since Harry was discovered and therefore required the essay to be five feet long and due next class.

Draco sighed as he walked down into their common room on his way to the library. Suddenly in the midst of the common room, he stopped as the bookcase caught his eye. He turned and walks towards it hearing a tune that seemed as if someone was humming it. Not seeing anyone around he kept moving towards the bookcase and when he was no more than two feet in front of it the humming turned into words, 'Ask me once, ask me twice, ask me again and if you're really nice, I'll help you find the book you need, as long as no harm comes out of this deed.' This repeated three times then stopped. Draco who was tired and didn't really want to walk all the way to the library, decided to play along,

"I need a book on complicated 'Veraverto' spells."

The bookcase repeated its chant again stressing the words 'ask' and 'nice'.

"Oh you have to be bloody kidding me! May I please have a book on complicated 'Veraverto' spells?

Right after Draco asked two different books appeared on the middle self. Draco grinned thinking, 'This could come in handy!' The Slytherin then turned around to walk towards the table, only to find Harry already sitting there. Malfoy walked over and glanced at the smaller boy, and noticed he was crying.

"Harry...why are yo..." the handsome Slytherin stopped mid-sentence feeling frustrated with himself suddenly realizing he was showing he actually cared so much. He was talking to Har- Potter, not a friend. Snapping back into realization he asked with a tinge of disgust trying to hide his true concern, "Wh- Why are you crying?"

"W-why do you c-care?" the Gryffindor replied.

"Maybe because I have a lot of work to do and your interrupting me! Some people still have to go to class you know! I really don't have the time to baby-sit you, Potter," Malfoy stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Draco! Please! I-I've had a hard time this summer, so could you just ease off a bit? If you didn't want to stay with me, you didn't have to agree, you know." Harry's words held no spite just concern. With that Harry got up with tears streaming down his face turned on his heel, and stalked up to the bedroom.

The Malfoy heir was shocked at how Potter didn't insult him back. Harry honestly must have had a horrible summer and he knew was being harsh. 'Well of course he had a horrible summer! You only found him on a train half-dead!' Draco scolded to himself, 'Now get up there and make him feel better!'

"Ugh." Draco walked up the stairs.

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Day 7:

It had been six days from the time that Draco apologized to Harry and it had been six days since they had last fought. Today was Saturday and in honor of Harry's full recovery Draco decided to invite half of the Slytherin 6th years and all of the Gryffindor 6th years that were still talking to Harry… which involved of Neville, Dean, and Seamus to a party. Harry was still unsure of why everyone was mad at him but he decided after the fourth hex that whatever the reason, it wasn't worth it. Tonight, tonight, however, was supposed to be fun. Harry and Draco had conjured up enough fire whiskey, scotch, vodka, and regular beer to make even Snape lose himself. Plus, it didn't hurt that they had a few vials of Veritaserum, for those oh so fun drinking games.

As of now, six Slytherins and four Gryffindors had arrived in The Room of Requirement. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Theodore Nott for the Slytherins; and only Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and surprisingly Ginny Weasley who was brought by Neville for the Gryffindors. It was roughly 8:30p.m. so they decided to get started.

"As all of you know, I have been rooming with Harry for about a week now, and he has finally been giving the 'thumbs up', it's a muggle term Blaise, to go back to his usual routine…although we will still be rooming together for safety precautions. However, in light of Harry's recovery we are having a party! So, let the drinking games begin! And I for one, think Harry should be allowed to pick the first game." Harry blushed after Draco's speech.

"Ok…how many of you have heard of a game called 'I Never'?" Ginny, Seamus, Dean, and Theodore's hands shot up in the hair. "Well, I'll do a quick explanation, then. Everyone sit in a circle mismatch gender and house if you can." Harry sat at the top of the circle, Draco to the left of him, then Ginny on the left of Draco, then Nott, then Crabbe, Pansy, Seamus, Goyle, Dean, Blaise, Neville, and finally Millicent who was on Harry's right. "Ok, everyone grab a cup and their drink of choice. Now pour yourself a shot, be warned though, all the drinks are laced with Veritaserum. Ok, now…we are going to go around the circle, clockwise, and everyone is going to say some thing starting with 'I Never' and if you had done it you drink your shot and pour yourself another if you never had done it you don't do anything. Also, the fun of the game is your creativity. So lets try it. Umm, I've never kissed a boy. But since I have…" Harry through back his shot of scotch, "Blaise, Bill Weasley, Fred and George too, oh and Oliver Wood, second year…apparently he liked the thought of me as a Parseltongue." The Slytherins laughed and Harry reached for the bottle to pour him self another shot, turning to Draco who was wide eyed.

Draco took the shot, "Blaise."

Ginny drinks hers too, "Neville and Colin. Oh, and Harry, you forgot Charley." The Room of Requirement's occupants laughed again. Nott pushed his glass away, but Crabbe drank his and said, "Goyle." Pansy drank hers for Draco, Seamus for Dean, Goyle for Crabbe, Dean for Seamus who leaned in for a quick kiss, while Blaise drank his and said, "Harry, Draco, Adrian Pucey, Stewart Ackerley, Ro-"

"We get it Blaise." Draco stated rather aggravated.

"Jealous?" Harry asked.

"Please. Alright so is it my turn?" Everyone nodded; "I've never…fantasized about a teacher…" then drank his fire whiskey. "Snape." The Slytherins didn't look surprised.

Ginny once again drank her shot, "Lupin." Everyone else pushed his or her glass away until Seamus gulped down his drink and stated, "Madame Hooch." Dean, Blaise, Neville, and Millicent all shook their head before Harry threw back his scotch, "Snape." Draco laughed. This continued until it was back to Harry again who was needless to say 'feeling no pain' as was Draco, Ginny, Pansy, Seamus, and Blaise.

Suddenly, Draco announced, "I wanna play truth or dare." Everyone agreed and Blaise went first.

"Seamus, Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"Are you and Dean a couple or what?" Seamus looked over at Dean and proceeded to make out with him. "I guess that's a yes."

"Hmm, Draco, Truth or Dare?" Seamus asked.

"Truth" Draco answered wisely.

"Are the Slytherins really just a bunch of Death Eaters in training?" Draco went ridged.

"No, not really. I mean most of us are, but even more of us never want to ever get the mark." Seamus nodded.

"Alright, Harry Truth or Dare?" Harry pondered it for a moment.

"In keeping the flow going, truth."

"I overheard Dumbledore talking to Snape saying you've had a hard life and to take it easier on you. Tell us about your childhood."

Harry looked down a tear dribbled down his cheek, but Draco wiped it with his soft but calloused thumb. Harry took a deep breath, "When my parents were murdered by Voldemort," Seamus, Dean, and Neville shuddered, "I was sent to live with the Dursley's; my Aunt and Uncle. I don't remember much about my childhood only that I could never ask questions and I was forced to do all the chores in the house. I slept in a small cupboard under the stairs and would sometimes get locked in there for days with out food or water." This time Harry shuddered, "That's why I hate tight spaces but can fit almost everywhere, that's why I'm so small and thin… I didn't know that I was a wizard until Hagrid tracked up down, broke open the door, and personally handed me my letter. I was so happy then, I wasn't the 'Freak' anymore…ha! Little did I know. But then I met Ron and Hermione they were my very first friends…ever. And I don't even have them now… I don't have anyone now…" Harry's voice broke off.

Draco dismissed the crowd and gathered a weeping Harry in his arms, pressing a slow, tender, and gentle kiss to the smaller boy's lips.

AN: Yeah! I finally got chapter three out go me! Sorry guys, I had a serious case of writers block, and I'm not happy with this chapter but hey, oh well. Any mistakes are mine…yada yada yada…. THANKS TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS! Oh and I decided against a Mpreg for this story, however I will be writing a different DM/HP fan fiction that does have a mpeg. ALSO! I have two chapters up on TSS and FF.N of my new fic called Abnormal Occurrences, that's a LM/HP story and with a mpreg warning. It full of twists and turns but I like it so far! Ok, thanks! -James