So Long Sweet Summer
Author: xxinifinitemoment
Rating: this is PG but it will go up in later chapters
Warnings: none yet. other than slash ofcourse.
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Things have gotten pretty bad in the Wizarding World and it's spreading to the Muggle World. Draco Malfoy shows up on Harry's doorstep with Snape one day. From there, everything takes a wild turn. Secrets are revealed. Perspectives change. How will it all end?

The next day when Harry woke up, he jumped up from his bed with a start. Malfoy was sitting at the end of it, but that wasn't what caused his abnormal rising because Malfoy was always near Harry since they shared a room. It was the surroundings that confused him. It took Harry a few moments to realize where he was.

Malfoy sat there smirking at the other boy. After a few moments the blonde spoke, "Good morning," his smirk pronounced itself even more, "Serverus is working on potions for the afternoon until we leave, so we have free lance today."

Potions. Snape was obsessed with potion making. Harry's mind went to his mum's diary. No way, it couldn't be, he thought.

"What time is it?"

"Honestly, Potter. You're a wizard, don't you ever use your magic? Tempus. "

"I slept 'till eleven?" said Harry after finding out the time. "I've never slept in that late during the summer."

Malfoy didn't reply but stood and moved towards the door that led to his room. "Get dressed Potter, we're going to look around."

Harry didn't want to look around Snape's house. He wanted to read his mum's diary and figure out who the guy she mentioned all the time was. However, he knew that Malfoy would bug him until he did what he wanted him to do, so he didn't really have a choice. He threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, slid on his trainers and walked into Malfoy's room. Malfoy had no shirt on and Harry blushed at the sight of his bare skin.

"Er…Sorry."

"Why Potter? Don't you see other shirtless guys at school? Or are you Gryffindor's to insecure to change in front of each other?" His trademark smirk crept across his face. "Is that why you always left the room when I got into my pajamas at your relative's house? Or is it that my gorgeous body gets you all hot and bothered?"

Harry blushed even harder and turned away from the blonde so he wouldn't have to see that smirk anymore. Malfoy's room looked like his except his bed was green. Harry thought that was typical of him.

"There Potter, I have a shirt on. Are you ready to go?"

The boys departed from Draco's room and walked down the hall. Everything was dark and dreary in Snape's house. There wasn't much decoration to it, everything was simple, yet somehow had an appeal. After finding another room (Harry couldn't understand why Snape needed so many guest rooms when he had no friends and lived alone) and a very large bathroom in their hallway, they went down another. They ventured through the remainder of the upstairs, avoiding Snape's master bedroom, and went to the first floor. The dining room that had already seen, the living room didn't look very lively, and the kitchen had a few house elves preparing food for the day. The boys grabbed themselves some sandwiches and continued through the house.

A door right outside the kitchen led to a staircase. They trudged down them and walked through another door. Snape was hovered over a cauldron, his hair pulled back into a ponytail and his sleeves rolled up. When he saw the boys, he jumped and almost spilled an entire vile of ingredients into the potion.

"What are you two doing down here." He spied them curiously then turned his stare to coldness.

"We're just looking around." Malfoy replied matter-of-factly.

"The two of you?" the potions master replied incredulously.

"No, me and the house elves." Malfoy contorted, "of course me and Potter."

"Well don't touch anything. And be careful. We'll leave for Diagon Alley soon."

The two boys left and returned to exploring the first floor. They found a hallway on the far side of the house. It was short, barely a hallway, and at the end was a set of double doors. Malfoy opened the doors and they entered an enormous library. Harry's first thought was that Hermione would love it.

"There must be thousands of books in here." Malfoy commented. Harry nodded in response, too awestruck to speak. He was never much for books but in an atmosphere like that, you couldn't help but feel a love for those pages and pages of brilliance.

They went their separate ways in the library. Malfoy found a book on potions and curled into an armchair. Harry searched through the many books. A lot of them were potions books, but a fair few were spell books. He went to the back of the library where the shelves weren't as packed. He saw a black leather book alone at the end of a shelf. Intriguing, Harry thought. He took the book from the shelf and was about to open it when Malfoy's voice echoed through the library.

"Potter, Serverus says we need to get ready to go."

Cursing his luck, Harry put the book back and went to get ready.

+

Harry met the two Slytherin's in the front foyer. Snape was in his usual black attire with a scowl on his face and Malfoy was certainly unrecognizable at first glance wearing muggle clothing.

They took the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley from there. Snape wouldn't let Malfoy leave his side for a second. However, the blonde didn't have a trace of worry in his expression. They bought the books that they needed, and then some more potion ingredients for the next year.

Harry tried to act like he knew what he was doing in the apothecary but he had no idea. Snape had a smirk on his face the whole time. Somehow Harry had managed to get into the N.E.W.T level potions class. He guessed it was because Snape wasn't breathing down his neck the whole time. Snape thought it would be quite entertaining watching the boy attempt at passing the N.E.W.T.'s though.

By the time they were done with the items on the list, it was dinnertime. Snape said he had more one thing he needed and then they could return to Snape Manor.

"I need new robes," said Malfoy.

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. Let Potter and I go get them while you get whatever you need. My guess is that you need to go into Knockturn Alley and that's not very safe for me at the moment."

Snape knew the boy was right and nodded. "Keep an eye out for anyone…suspicious."

Harry and Malfoy walked one way and Snape walked the other. They got to Twillfit and Tatting's, Malfoy claiming it was the only respectable robe shop now, and entered. The shop was empty except for one two boys with their mothers. By the looks of it, they were first years. Harry could hear the boys talking to one another.

"I hear that there are a lot of ghosts at Hogwarts. I'm a bit scared of them."

"Oh, I'm not scared. I think it's awesome. I hope I'm in Slytherin. My father was in it. My mother was in Ravenclaw, but Slytherin sounds so much more exciting."

"I heard that Slytherin's are all evil."

"Well my dad isn't evil. And I don't think I'm evil."

The boy let out an Oh and then smiled at the other boy. "I'm Kevin, want to be friends?"

The boy who wanted to be in Slytherin thought about it for a moment and then nodded. They shook hands and then chatted amiably about nothing in particular.

Harry and Malfoy shared a look, thinking about their first year and how their conversation was so much different. They sat down and waited for Malfoy's turn for a fitting.

"You know, if you hadn't been so infatuated with that giant Hagrid, we probably would have been like those two Potter. But I think I'm glad you were because I couldn't see being friends with you."

"I'm friends with Hagrid and he was the one who took me from my relative's house so you best not insult him. And I don't think I would have been friends with you even if you hadn't insulted Hagrid. You were mean to Ron. And you were a stuck up git."

"Whatever Potter. Weasel wasn't nice to me ever, and our families never got along. It was fate. But I am not stuck up."

"You're not anymore but you were then."

Malfoy was going to respond but he was called for his fitting. Harry watched as the blonde put on an emerald robe. After some time, and a few new robes, Malfoy stepped off the platform. He paid for the robes, said that they should be sent to the school the second day and approached Harry.

"Are you finally done?" Harry joked.

"One of us has to look good Potter, and it has to be me."

Harry looked down at his hand-me-down clothes and shrugged. They walked back outside and had barely taken three steps when a voice called out.

"It couldn't be a Malfoy with Potter."

The two boys whipped around. Nott stood with his father a few feet away from Malfoy and Harry. Harry gasped and looked at Malfoy. His face had gone paler than usual and his mouth hung open. Harry's mind snapped back to reality when he saw Nott reach into his pocket and he grabbed Malfoy's arm.

He pulled the blonde and began to run. They didn't stop running until the reached the pathway to the Leaky Cauldron where Snape was waiting for them. Snape's face had a look of question when he saw the boys.

"No time," Harry gasped, "we need to go now." With his other arm he grabbed Snape, pulled him into the Leaky Cauldron and with a handful of Floo Powder and two words ("Snape Manor!"), they returned back to safety.

TBC…