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
There was another Order meeting in a week. Draco and Granger were in the library, very close to a breakthrough. Weasley had to physically drag them out of the library. Draco wished he hadn't, the news wasn't good.
Three Muggle born families had been found dead with Dark Marks over them. All three families had kids. Snape was still healing, and couldn't contact them, so they were even more in the dark about the Dark Lord's plans then usual.
Draco and Granger head back to the library after the meeting, skipping the dinner made by the Weasley matriarch. Draco feels the Weasel (he's only calling him that to differentiate between the million other Weasley's in the house right now) glare at his back. He's clearly suspicious about the amount of time he has been spending with Granger and jealous as well. Not that he has anything to worry about. Draco hasn't been able to focus on anything but Potter.
They've had two more encounters, and all of them haunt Draco's dreams at night. But then, Potter has always been able to get under his skin and into his mind like no one else.
Draco flips through an old Borgin and Burke's catalogue. The Black Library has every book you could possibly imagine. It even has porn. Granted, it's Victorian porn, but still.
Granger put Draco in charge of looking for objects that could possibly be Horcruxes. It's not bad enough that the fucking Dark Lord made one Horcrux. No, the Dark Lord made seven.
According to Granger, three of them are destroyed already. She won't go into details, but Draco picks up something about a locket, a diary, and a ring. Granger knows what one other Horcrux is, Hufflepuff's cup. That's about it.
Granger still won't tell Draco why she's researching the creation of a Horcrux. She already knows how to destroy it, and in Draco's opinion, that's all that really matters. But whenever he brings this up, she tells him he can help or he can bugger off. Well, Granger put it more politely.
And Draco wants to keep researching. He likes having a purpose. It always made him feel better. In school, the purpose was usually beat Potter or make Potter look like an idiot. And when he has a purpose, he doesn't think about Potter, or the way his mouth feels around Draco's cock, much, anyway.
In the rare moments when he does allow himself to think, in that twilight hour as he lays on his four-poster bed, not yet asleep, he's surprised he hadn't realized it before. There was always something there between him and Potter. In school, they practically pulled each other's pigtails.
That was not to say they loved each other, or even liked each other. No, the way Potter's hair stuck up in fifteen different directions still bothered Draco. As did the way he was so infuriatingly noble about everything. Not to mention that fact that Potter could insult him better without opening his mouth than Weasley could ever do.
No, this was simply the next stage in the complicated and tumultuous relationship of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry it's really short, but my life is crazy right now.