Summary: In the third year of the war, Draco is discovered as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Snape brings him to Grimmauld Place for safety. But months of being locked in a house with Potter take their toll, and soon both boys are in over their heads.
Pairing: Harry/Draco. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Warnings: Sexual content. Language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.
Betaed by YaoiFanGirl101
"Kreacher!"
"Yes Master Draco?" Kreacher asked as he appeared with a pop.
"Where is Weasley?"
"If Master Draco wishes to curse the bloodtraitor, Kreacher is wishing to watch." Kreacher bowed.
"Find me Weasley and I'll consider it." Kreacher disappeared with another pop, eyes alight with glee. Draco paced up and down his room, turning curses over and over in his mind. What to use on Weasley? He had just come to a decision when Kreacher reappeared.
"The bloodtraitor is in the kitchen, defiling my poor Mistress's kitchen," said Kreacher. Draco nodded and strode out of the room. He could hear Kreacher following him, muttering under his breath.
Draco blasted the kitchen door open, and it banged against the wall, leaving an indent. He strode in, seeing Potter, Weasley and Granger apparently in the midst of an argument. He walked forward slowly, and was gratified to see a flicker of fear on Weasley's face. Draco silently cast a curse before turning to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Potter. Who was glaring at him. Potter really wasn't any better the Weasley. Draco cast a stinging hex at him, followed by a bat-bogey hex.
Draco's wand was hidden in his sleeve, and other than a slight twitch of the wrist, he gave no sign of his spellwork. (Although the bogeys flying around Potter's head were a bit of an indicator). He marched out of the room and on him way out of the door he heard Weasley's shrieks. Weasley shrieked like a little girl. Potter shouted after him.
"Malfoy, what the hell did you do?" Draco shot a blasting curse over his shoulder and Potter was blasted back into the kitchen. Draco climbed the stairs, barricaded himself in the library and set about brooding.
He was still brooding thirty minutes later when Granger came and knocked on the door. "Malfoy, what's the counter-curse?" She asked, trying to be reasonable. Draco was in no mood for reasonable.
"Why should I tell you? He gave me fucking veritaserum without my permission. He deserves what he got."
"Please, Mafloy, he's sorry."
"Like hell he is. But another few hours of invisible spiders crawling all over him should make him sorry." Granger stomped away in frustration.
Draco didn't leave the library until he was sure everyone else was asleep. He had Kreacher bring him some food in his room and checked for unwanted potions. Part of him was mad at himself, for not checking the food for potions. But the larger part was mad at Weasley, for slipping him the veritaserum. So much for Gryffindor chivalry.
Draco stayed in his room all day, only coming out late at night. He headed down to the kitchen, which was rapidly becoming his least favorite room in this gods-forsaken house. Draco wasn't actually that hungry, so he only took some of the left over tea and sat down. He had brought a book from the Black library and it was open on his lap. He was halfway through the biography of Ptolemy when he heard footsteps in the hall. He spun around to face the doorway and drew his wand.
A shaggy black head came into view. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that Potter really wasn't something to be relieved about. Draco sat back down and went back to his book. Unfortunately, Potter didn't get the telepathic message to not engage him in conversation.
"Merlin, Malfoy, you scared me!"
"Aww, was the big brave Gryffindor scared by the mean Slytherin?" Potter flushed, and ducked his head.
"I just meant I wasn't expecting you to be here." Draco noticed that Potter was dressed in his pajamas, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Potter obviously worked out. No. He did not just think that. It was a result of having only his right hand for company for so long. That was it.
Potter seemed to have finally picked up Draco's telepathic message, and he was drinking his tea in silence. Draco got through two more pages before Potter felt the need to speak once again.
"Do you really not care about blood anymore?"
"Why are you asking me? I'm sure Weasley told you everything I said." Draco tried not to sound too bitter.
"Why'd your father turn against you?"
"If it's all the same to you, Potter, I'd rather not talk about it."
"Is it because you couldn't kill Dumbledore? I thought so. I saw you that night. You weren't going to do it. If only the Death Eaters hadn't come up when they did. Maybe you would have accepted Dumbledore's offer and none of this would have happened."
It was one thing to acknowledge his greatest weakness in his head. It was another thing entirely for Potter to figure it out, and to have been present for his weakest moment. Potter had read him just as easily as Draco had read him earlier. It was extremely disconcerting. And more than a little infuriating.
"You don't know what the fuck you're on about, Potter. Please keep your insane babbling to yourself."
Potter laughed. "Keep telling yourself that, Malfoy."
"You have no right to come in here-"
"I have every right! This is my house!"
"-and talk to me like you know me. I was never good enough for you in school, don't take pity on me now!" Draco flushed slightly. He hadn't meant to let that much out. Being around Potter did that to him, though.
"Maybe that's because you were a prick in school! You were a right pillock who was always trying to get me in trouble!"
"The world doesn't revolve around you, Potter. Others may believe it does, but it DOES NOT! Not everything's about you and if you would just get over your self-centered arrogance-"
"I know everything's not about me but that doesn't give you an excuse to be a bastard!" Draco was livid. No one else made him lose control like this. He had had to control his emotions around the Death Eaters; he never let his guard down. And one word from Potter and he flies off the handle.
"I HATE YOU!"
"I HATE YOU, TOO!" They stood staring at each other, chests heaving. Potter's cheeks were tinged with pink and his eyes were very bright. He looked almost attractive. The thought wasn't even fully processed when Draco turned around and fled.
When Draco woke up the following morning, very hard, he told himself that it had nothing to do with his dreams about green eyes and messy black hair.
Draco had planned to stay in his room all day, and that plan was reinforced when he remembered that Granger had told him there would be an Order Meeting today. However, Granger had different ideas. She came up to his room and opened the door. Draco could hear sounds of people floating up the stairs. It made a nice change from the usual silence of Grimmauld Place. Even if all those people hated Draco.
Draco had been curled up in windowsill, reading (surprise surprise). When the door opened, he uncurled himself and stretched out.
"What do you want, Granger?"
"There's and Order Meeting going on."
"Fantastic."
Granger sighed. "We need you there."
"So I should go down there and mingle with people who will hex me on sight? I think not." Draco appreciated Granger sticking up for him during the veritaserum incident, and tried to show it by being somewhat polite.
"We're planning against a Death Eater attack. A Death Eater perspective will be useful."
"Get Snape, then." Granger sighed again.
"I didn't want to resort to this. If you don't go down there, I'll burn your letters."
"What letters? You have my letters? Give them to me!"
"After the meeting," was all Granger said, as she gestured out the door and downstairs. Draco shot her a very nasty look that had no affect. He huffed, "Bint," as he walked downstairs.
Granger entered the kitchen before he did. Draco heard several greetings for her while he was steeling himself. He pushed open the door and strode forward, following Granger's path. The entire room subsided into whispers that were clearly about him. He took a seat at the table, across from Potter and Weasley. Granger was next to him.
Draco surveyed the room. So this was the infamous Order of the Phoenix. He saw a few people he recognized, and many more he didn't. Professor McGonagall was there, and her expression was the least unpleasant. He also saw Remus Lupin sitting next to a young witch was bright pink hair. Draco recognized another former Defense profcssor, Mad-Eye Moody. There were no less than seven Weasley's in attendance, if one included the Weasel himself. Draco was surprised that Weaslette was there. He figured Potter would have done everything he could to keep his precious girlfriend out to the war. He also saw several people he recognized from Hogwarts, mostly Gryffindors, and an annoying prat from Hufflepuff, Zach something. There were also about fifteen other witches and wizards Draco didn't recognize.
Potter stood up. "We have received intelligence that a large-scale attack is being launched by the Death Eaters. We lost one spy," here he nodded at Draco, "so we don't have as much information as we'd like. Voldermort's keeping these plans very quiet, in case we have another spy."
Everyone was paying attention, and most people had stopped staring at Draco. It was weird; no one had brought up an issue about him being in the room. Granger took pity on him and leaned over.
"We told everyone that you were a spy and that we questioned you under veritaserum already." Draco nodded.
Moody spoke up. "What do we know, boy?" Draco was not pleased to notice Moody seemed to have acquired several new scars since last time they met. Also, Moody's magical eye hadn't left Draco since he entered the room.
"It's Diagon Alley, we've gathered that much. That date is more…vague. We know it's going to be soon, but that's about it." Potter sat down and let Granger stand up to speak.
"This isn't going to be like the attack on the Weasley's shop. This will involve more Death Eater's than we've had to fight before." Potter looked upset at this, for some reason. It's another opportunity for him to prove how amazing he is. "Moody, do you want to take over?"
Moody heaved his body off his chair. "We need to have people watching Diagon at all times, to alert us to when the attack is. We need constant vigilance! We'll go in groups of two, and have at least three teams watching at all times."
"That's a waste." Every head in the room swiveled to Draco.
"I'd say I know a bit more about what I'm talking about than you, sonny," barked Moody.
"Not about Death Eaters, you don't. You only need one team watching Diagon Alley. When the Death Eater's attack, you'll know. Death Eaters are not known for their subtlety. And they're proud of what they're doing. When they do attack, it'll be at night. The Dark Lord has an aversion to sunlight."
The kitchen was silent until Granger spoke up. "That fits with all of the previous attacks, there hasn't been one that took place during the day." Draco saw a few nods around the kitchen. Moody had both eyes on Draco now.
A Weasley with long red hair and a fang earring spoke up. "I can get the goblins to let us watch from a window near the top of Gringotts. You can see the entire Alley from there." Moody nodded his agreement.
"Good, so we have our location. We'll stick with the pairs from last time. One pair will be on duty at all times. Kingsley will coordinate the schedule." Moody nodded at a tall, bald, black man in the corner by Mr. Weasley. "You three, how is it going?"
"Fine," was all Granger said. But Moody seemed satisfied.
"When the attack comes, one person notify the Order with the coin and the other send a Patronus to the aurors. Then get in there and save as many lives as you can."
Draco tuned out the rest of the meeting, which was just Order members giving reports. He did pay attention to names, though. The woman with the pink hair was Tonks, the longhaired Weasley was Bill, and a black-haired witch sitting in the back was Anna Bones, mother of that Hufflepuff in Draco's year.
One thing Draco couldn't tune out, unfortunately, were all the unpleasant stares in his direction. He could see the suspicion clearly on several faces. Some people, Draco saw, were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt based on Potter and Granger's words, but they were few and far between.
When the meeting was over, most people left, but the Weasleys and Kingsley Shackelbolt were staying for dinner. Draco beat another one of his manly retreats upstairs.