Note: Thanks to my beta, Rokkis (love you!), I have it all finished! I'm feeling very generous so I'm just going to post all the chapters! Since I'm so nice maybe you could leave a review???

Another note: So sorry for those who like Pansy. I sometimes make her nice in my fics, sometimes mean (though I believe she is pretty mean in the books). It all comes down to what I need from her story-wise. Sorry, but this is just the way it has to be. Feel free to flame me if you're very upset. I can take it ;-)

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After breakfast the foursome were just leaving the Great Hall to go to their first class when suddenly Pansy Parkinson stepped forward and blocked their way. Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Pansy? What do you want?" he asked, keeping his voice calm. She sneered at the Gryffindors. Harry held onto Draco's hand tighter.

"Oh, nothing, Draco darling, I just wanted to see how you were doing. You weren't in your bed this morning." Draco managed not to wince at the use of the endearment. She stepped closer suddenly and leaned in to whisper in Draco's ear. "I'm going to make that little brat pay for keeping you away from me for so long." Draco couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through him from her being so close. She didn't seem to notice, but Ron and Hermione glanced at each other. Pansy stepped back and looked down her nose at Harry, who was looking defiantly up at her while clutching Draco's hand so hard it hurt. "Have you informed Harry here about his past, Draco?" she asked innocently. Draco's anger flared.

"Don't you dare," Ron warned, stepping forward with clenched fists. Pansy sneered at him.

"So you haven't then? Don't you think the boy deserves to know?" She looked down at Harry. "Do you know what happened to your parents Harry? They were killed, murdered, because they were-"

"Shut up!" Ron bellowed, but it was too late. Harry was looking back and forth between Pansy, Draco and Ron, confusion and desperation in his eyes.

"But the Dursleys told me they died in a car crash!" he cried, looking up at Draco with pleading eyes.

"Harry… I can't lie to you," Draco said sadly. Harry ripped his hand away.

"No!" he cried and started running away, disappearing out the entrance door. Draco immediately moved to follow him, but Pansy put a hand on his chest.

"There, aren't you happy I got him away from you?" she asked sweetly. Draco felt like vomiting. He glared his most evil Malfoy Death Glare.

"Listen carefully, Parkinson," he said in a deceptively calm voice. "I have never wanted to be anywhere near you and if you think you did me a favour now you are seriously mistaken. You are the most horrible bitch I have ever met and if you don't get out of my face right now I will personally make sure you look so disgusting you couldn't get anywhere with a goblin!" She stared at him, completely shell-shocked. Draco pushed passed her and ran as fast as he could out of the castle. The sun was just getting up and there was dew on the grass. Draco looked around frantically.

"Harry!" he shouted, straining to listen, but knowing it was hopeless. Come on! Think! He told himself. Where would Harry hide? "Somewhere small, somewhere he could hide under," he said to himself. He ran further out onto the grounds and suddenly saw Hagrid's hut before him, the steep steps leading up to the door catching his eyes immediately. He rushed over and looked underneath. Sure enough, there sat Harry, hugging his knees to his chest, sitting on the dirty ground, crying his eyes out. Draco knelt down. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry," he said, reaching out but afraid to touch the boy.

"They lied to me," he said softly, hiding his face from view.

"I know, Harry. They don't deserve to take care of such an amazing boy. I know you wish you had your parents with you Harry, but know that they are proud of you, wherever they are." Harry stilled a little, but he was still crying. Draco decided to take action. He gently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and got an immediate reaction. Harry flung himself into Draco's arms and sobbed. Draco closed his eyes and hugged tightly, realising Harry just needed someone to hold him. That someone had been seriously lacking in his life. They sat there a long time, missing their first class almost entirely. In the end Harry fell asleep in Draco's arms and the Slytherin slowly rose, carrying the child with him. When he reached the castle he found Ron and Hermione sitting on the steps waiting for them.

"Is he ok?" Hermione asked worriedly as they got up.

"We came out to look for you, but decided to leave it up to you when we saw you with him," Ron said.

"How did you know where to find him?" Hermione asked. Draco sighed, wondering what to say first.

"He'll be ok. It was just a bit of shock. Thanks for waiting, and I knew he would be somewhere he could hide." They nodded in understanding.

"Parkinson is in the hospital wing," Ron said suddenly. Draco raised a single eyebrow.

"You hexed her?" he asked. Ron grinned.

"No, actually Hermione did," he said. Both boys turned to her expectantly.

"Well, she deserved it. She'll probably be out by the end of the week," Hermione said, shrugging.

"You should have seen her. She was scary," Ron began to tell the whole story quietly so Harry wouldn't wake up, Draco smirking all the time. He suddenly had a newfound respect for Hermione, and yet he wasn't freaked out by it. They made their way quietly to the Gryffindor Tower and laid Harry down on the bed. Draco made sure Harry would find his coin the second he awoke. They walked to the empty common room, sitting down tiredly.

"Merlin, I wanted to hex her myself," Draco mused. None of them had the energy to go to class.

"You really never liked her then?" Ron asked, leaning forward and watching Draco curiously. The Slytherin shrugged.

"She's a bitch," he said simply and the others nodded their agreement. They fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts and wondering if Harry was going to be ok. Draco didn't doubt it. The boy was strong after all.

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Harry was indeed all right when he woke up, though he remained subdued for the rest of the day. Draco explained to the teacher when they were late for the next class and they didn't lose any house points, Slytherin or otherwise. It wasn't until dinner that evening that Ron managed to get Harry to smile again with his usual antics (this time Draco didn't complain). They finished their day with a quiet evening in the Room of Requirement, Draco reading Harry a book quietly while Ron and Hermione worked (helping with Draco's homework as well considering all he was doing for Harry).

After promising Harry that he would be back Draco was about to exit the common room when Ron came running up.

"Wait, here, use this. I thought you might need it if you wanted to avoid your classmates," he said, handing Draco a strange cloth. The Slytherin eyed it suspiciously. How did Ron know he wasn't thrilled at the idea of seeing the Slytherins alone after the incident with Pansy? He held up the cloth and let it unfold. He promptly gasped.

"Ron, surely you…" he began, gaping at the invisibility cloak and not even noticing he was using Ron's first name without Harry present.

"Nah, don't worry, your world-view isn't totally screwed. A Weasley does not own a cloak like that. It's Harry's." Draco tried to give the cloak back.

"I can't use this."

"Why not?" Ron asked, not moving to take the cloak from Draco.

"Because it's Harry's cloak," he said as if it was obvious.

"So? I'm sure he won't mind." Ron shrugged.

"How can you know? The sixteen-year-old Harry would surely not lend his cloak to his archrival." Ron just rolled his eyes and left Draco standing in the common room fingering the soft fabric. Why did it matter if Harry wouldn't want Draco to use it? Before last Thursday he most likely wouldn't have cared less. In the end Draco took the cloak with him and was thankful because Zabini was sitting in the common room looking sour. Once he had taken enough clothes to last him the rest of the week until Harry aged he quickly made his way back to Harry, who was waiting patiently in bed for him. Draco hoped Harry wouldn't have any new nightmares because of the day's events.

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On Wednesday Draco again woke a few minutes before the alarm rang. He lay in bed with eyes closed, trying to make sense of things. Yes, he could now safely say that he loved this little boy. When had pity and caring turned into love and devotion? The boy had ever so gradually melted his Malfoy heart, and with it made him hate You Know Who with a passion he had never felt before. And tomorrow it would all be over. Little Harry would turn back into sixteen-year-old archrival Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy and complete opposite to Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin. Could he transfer those feeling to the aged Harry? He seriously didn't think so. He couldn't just superimpose the characteristics of a five-year-old that he liked over the gorgeous body of a sixteen-year-old and expect to fall in love. And what about the other Slytherins? He really wanted to figure out what to do with them, but he was too tired to even contemplate his position in the house. Slowly his thoughts drifted over to Ron and Hermione. They had actually had fun this past week. A little ruff in the beginning, but things were now going along "smoothly". Oh, to hell with it, he liked them! Fuck, what had happened to him? First doubting his father, loving his five-year-old nemesis and now actually enjoying the company of said nemesis' followers… but they weren't followers were they? Draco had realised they were much more interesting and complex than his own two thugs. Though in one aspect they could be very annoying: each other. Draco smirked to himself as a plan worthy of a Slytherin formed in his mind. Oh, yes, this was going to be a good day for a little sneakiness.

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Next chapter: Draco is sneaky.

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