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

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The next day, Weasley approached Draco.

"I owled Moody, and he's willing to help us. He's calling a meeting in two days."

"How much veritaserum do we-you have?"

"I dunno, about two vials left from what Tonks gave me."

"We need to put it in something to ensure everyone gets it."

"We could put it in the tea."

"We need to make sure everyone has it, though."

"Let's watch everyone, and we'll take note of who doesn't drink the tea. And who knows, we might get lucky and the spy will drink tea." Weasley nodded his agreement.

Granger entered the room, giving them a strange look. Draco immediately swept out of the room, not wanting to give her cause for suspicion.

Moody delivered, and two days later an Order meeting convened. It wasn't a full Order meeting, but everyone who had access to the information that the Dark Lord seemed to know was there.

Moody had pulled Draco and Weasley aside earlier. "The Professors aren't here, because they couldn't get away from classes. However, I gave them all veritaserum myself, and as I suspected, none of them are the spy."

Hogwarts had stayed open the entire war, but the class size had shrunk to half what it was in Draco's year. Still, Dumbledore had left lots of enchantments on his precious castle, so it was a very safe place to be.

Even with the losses recently sustained and the teachers not there, it was a lot more people than Draco expected. He had done a double take at the sight of Neville Longbottom sitting there. Shaking his head in disbelief, he ducked into the kitchen to find Weasley struggling with the teapot.

"My mum thinks I cracked because I offered to make the tea for the meeting."

"Is this news to her?" Weasley looked up, offended, and was shocked to see a good-natured smirk on Draco's face. He clearly didn't know what to make of a Malfoy who teased him good-naturedly.

"You're a funny bloke, you know that Malfoy?" Draco didn't bother to reply, a plate of Mrs. Weasley's biscuits caught his attention. He reached out a hand to snag one, but stopped when Weasley began sniggering.

"You dosed the biscuits, then?" Weasley nodded an affirmative. "Good, no one can resist these."

"Can you carry the tray of biscuits in, Malfoy?"

Draco sniffed, and mumbled something about house-elves, but took the tray regardless.

No sooner had the tea and biscuits been put down, then it was mobbed by members. Draco nodded at Moody, and he began speaking. Draco had decided to give it fifteen minutes, to allow the veritaserum to get to everyone.

Moody distracted the Order by lecturing about constant vigilance. "Now, we're all agreed on the importance of keeping your wand where you can see it. Anyone could be a Death Eater," he growled. "You don't want to be cursed or injured just because you forgot what pocket your wand is in." He glared the Hufflepuff, Zach or whatever, in the corner. He had been out to dinner with several other Order members from their year at Hogwarts and they were attacked. Zach had been the only one to escape; the others couldn't get to their wands on time.

The whole time Moody was talking, he kept his magical eye swiveling around the room, looking at each member in turn, sizing them up.

Draco glanced around the room and all he saw were blank faces and glazed eyes. He picked up one of the biscuits and threw it at Weasley, to show they were ready.

Weasley stood up. They had agreed to let him do the talking and get credit for it. The ends justified the means in Slytherin, but Draco was the lone Slytherin. Other people might be even less thrilled to be slipped veritaserum if by a Slytherin then they would be normally.

"Is anyone a spy for Voldemort?" Draco did not snort, but it was a very close call. Living with Gryffindors had turned him uncouth. But it was so typical of a Gryffindor to just jump in, not lead in subtly. It was what got Potter in trouble so often.

"No."

"Of course not!"

"No!" It went on and on. Draco whispered, "speak up," to Weasley. He looked at Draco confusedly.

"Tell them to speak up," he hissed. Comprehension crossed Weasley's face and he nodded.

"Answer again, and speak up." There was a deafening chorus of no's, and finally one yes. Draco looked to the sound and discovered Zach what's his name.

"Smith?!" asked Weasley, incredulously. (Ah, that was the git's name). Moody was glaring at Smith with both eyes.

"You're coming with me, laddo," he growled. He bound Smith with a silent curse, and gestured the Aurors to follow him. Then he seemed to remember they were under the influence of veritaserum, and sighed. "Send the rest of the Aurors along when they've recovered."

There hadn't been that much veritaserum to go around, so everyone had gotten a pretty light dose. After five or so minutes, it started to wear off.

First came the expected cries of outrage.

"You bloody well poisoned us!"

"I can't believe you did that!"

"Ronald, you are in so much trouble!" That last came from Mrs. Weasley. But then the news started to sink in, and people expressed their disbelief.

"Unbelievable,"

"What d'you think made him sell us out?"

"So that's how You-Know-Who kept figuring out our plans."

Granger approached Weasley. "I never would have thought you had it in you, Ron" she said, but she winked at Draco.

Draco choked on his (unlaced) biscuit he had summoned from the pantry. How was that witch so smart?

Draco's spirits, which were already pretty high, improved when he saw Harry attempting to brush Girl Weasley off, and Girl Weasley looking very hurt about it.

Draco entered the library, trying to scrub his eyes out. He was going to have nightmares for weeks. This was worse than the time he walked in on his parents.

Draco had gone to the library earlier to find it empty. He went looking for Granger, and found her tangled with Weasley on her bed. They were naked. That was all Draco had seen before he slammed the door and ran.

There was no shame in running from a scene that horrifying. Really.

Twenty minutes later, Granger entered the library sheepishly.

"Good morning."

"For you, maybe, but I'm considering obliviating myself."

"I've walked in on you and Harry and lived."

"That's different-wait, WHAT?"

Granger rolled her eyes. "Let's get to work."

Draco groaned, but started researching nonetheless.

"Granger, I think—"

"Hermione."

"What?"

"My name is Hermione."

"I'm aware." Draco wasn't quite sure where she was going with this.

"So then use it."

"Why?"

"Because we've been spending quite a lot of time together, I've come to like you, and it feels weird for you to call me by my last name."

"Err, alright, Gr-Herm-nope. I can't do it." Gryffindors were mad, completely mad.

"Well, I'm going to call you Draco."

"Don't. You'll give your boyfriend an aneurism."

Granger laughed.