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 morning Draco heard Granger and Harry arguing in the kitchen.

"What were you thinking, Harry? We could have lost you."

"It's fine, Hermione, and now we have two less Death Eaters to deal with."

"It's not fine, Harry. Promise me you won't do anything like that again."

There was a drawn out silence before Harry says, "I promise." Granger sounded satisfied. Draco, however was not. He knew that tone, the tone that means Harry is lying through his teeth, but he believes it is for a good cause. When Harry exited the kitchen, Draco was hidden in the shadows and cast a surreptitious spell at Harry.

It was dark magic, something not even Granger, with all her reading, would know about. But it ensures that Draco knows if Harry ever tries to sneak out again.

A few weeks later Harry had gotten increasingly edgy as the days go by, but he hadn't pulled another stunt, yet.

It was probably only the fact that they had managed to destroy Hufflepuff's cup that kept them all from going crazy. On the offset, that seems good, like progress. Unfortunately, they have no clue what the other Horcruxes could be.

Draco was sitting reading in the sitting room. The pillow he was sitting on is lumpy, so he plumped it up. He sat back down, then yowled and sprung up. On the couch, where his bum had been only seconds before, was a dusty Prefects badge. It wasn't Draco's, his was back at the Manor, supposing it hadn't been destroyed in a fit of pique. It had to be Weasley's or Hermione's.

Draco put his book down, and picked up the badge. His free hand massaged his sore bum. On the back of the badge, in messy handwriting, is Weasley. Draco rolled his eyes. Typical.

He walked to the library, and threw the badge on the table where Hermione and Weasley were sitting, heads together. They looked up as one, and stared at the badge on the table.

"Kindly try not to leave your badge where people sit, Weasley." Draco sneered.

"Blimey, I'd forgotten about this."

"Remember how important those badges seemed in fifth year?" Hermione smiled fondly.

"Yeah, they gave us the power to boss people around," Weasley reminisced.

"You hypocrite, Weasley," said Draco. Weasley flushed. Draco had to admit; the badge did bring back good memories of Hogwarts, back in fifth year when he was still young and not in the Dark Lord's service.

Harry came into the library, munching on a piece of toast. "What are you people doing?"

"Draco found Ron's old prefect badge." Harry raised his eyebrows, but came to look anyway.

"They really haven't changed much over the years, have they?"

"Huh?"

"That looks just like the one Voldemort was thinking about a week ago."

"What?" Granger's eyes were bright, and she had that fervor she got when she was on the brink.

"Um..He was remembering his prefect badge, 'cause he caught sight of Draco's somewhere. He really liked it. Hermione? Are you okay?"

The witch in question had dashed from her seat to Draco and Granger's research corner.

"Why didn't you mention this before?" she asked exasperatedly.

"I didn't really think it was that important." Granger shot him a look that said, quite clearly, you're a dimwit.

"Do you have any idea what she's on about?" He asked Weasley and Draco. Weasley shook his head.

"Of course not, Potter, I-" Draco broke off and dashed over to Granger. He sensed Harry and Weasley exchanging nonplussed looks behind his back. Granger was sifting through papers, and Draco started to help her.

"Do you think…" He asked Granger in a low voice.

"It makes sense, and they're usually something he cares about." Hermione looked up. "Harry, do you remember anything else about the dream?"

"It took place in Muggle London, if that helps."

Granger finally grabbed a stack of papers. "Ah-ha. The only connection to Muggle London is the orphanage. It has to be there."

"But it closed down in 1981. Wait," Granger pulled out another sheet of paper, the blueprint of the orphanage. "Maybe there is some trace of the orphanage still left."

"You need to go back there. It's worth a shot and we haven't had any other leads for ages."

"Mal- Draco, do you want to come?"

"No." And he wasn't lying. He had no wish to go with them. He was a Slytherin, the brains of the operation, not the brawn. He wasn't Potter, who got his knickers in a twist about not being included.

Granger moved back across the room to tell Harry and Weasley. Draco set about organizing the table, which was a disaster zone. His attention was caught by a sheet of paper with the heading 'Poss. Horcruxes' in Granger's neat print.

He glanced over it quickly, and did a double take. The last item on the list was one Granger had not shared with him. It said simply, Harry.

Draco flipped the sheet over. It went on to describe the Horcruxes in more detail. He skipped to the part that said Harry.

'On the night he killed H's parents, Vol You-Know-Who accidentally made a Horcrux out of Harry. Explains why he has some of You-Know-Who's powers. How to get Horcrux out without killing H?'

Draco felt his blood run cold. This couldn't be, just couldn't. Harry couldn't be a Horcrux. Not his Harry. The one he had sex with and talked with and quite possibly lo-liked.

Draco didn't move, just sat there, staring at the piece of paper in his hands.