Draco brushed a stray hair back from Harry's face, smiling at the sleeping brunette curled up against his chest. Ron and Hermione had come back two days earlier—Ron with a full apology for invading Draco's private thoughts and his assurance that he wouldn't tell anyone what he'd seen. Draco had accepted his apology—forgiven the bloke, even—and they'd all settled into a comfortable life together.

Draco grinned in the darkness. If anyone had told him just a few months earlier that he would be living with his boyfriend—Harry James Potter—in a house alongside Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, he'd have punched them in the face. And yet, here he was. Life was full of surprises.

Draco closed his eyes and relaxed beneath Harry's touch. His eyes flashed open again in an instant. He lay still, listening. There it was again—a faint thump. Footsteps? Yes, that was it. Someone was in the house.

Draco slid out from beneath Harry, managing to climb out of bed without waking the boy. He slipped into the hall, his eyes peering through the darkness with ease. He pressed himself against the wall as figures began to climb the stairs. Death Eaters—he recognized them well. How had they found them? He waited in the shadows for them to pass. They had their wands drawn, were speaking in whispers about their job. As he expected, they were there for Harry—and their orders were to kill any who got in their way.

The vampire slipped around behind them, purposely making a small noise before disappearing into the shadows again. One of the Death Eaters—it was Goyle's father—turned, confused, to search the landing behind them.

"Did you lot hear that?" he whispered. The others turned. "I could have sworn something moved back here."

"What are you on about, Goyle?" Dolohov asked, glaring. "We just came that way—there's nothing there, you nutter. Let's go." They started off again. Draco slipped up behind Goyle, clamping a hand over the man's mouth and twisting hard. The man's neck snapped—much louder than he'd been expecting. Killing wasn't something he'd ever expected he would have to do—it was why he had refused the Mark—but if it was required to save Harry, he would do it without a second thought. He slid into place behind the group, posing as Goyle as he moved along the hall with them. He gripped the two ahead of him by the back of the neck, slamming their heads together hard before they could make a sound. They fell to the floor drawing the attention of the Death Eater just ahead he illuminated his wand and gave a shout.

Draco hissed at them, launching himself on the man and digging his fangs into this throat. A door opened to his right and Ron appeared, wand drawn with Hermione just behind him. A duel began in the hall, Draco joining in with use of his fangs, strength, and speed. As Hermione and Ron set upon the last two Death Eaters, the girl turned to him.

"Draco, get Harry out of here!" she shouted. Draco nodded and turned, launching himself into Harry's room. He wiped the blood from his mouth quickly, before Harry could see, and flipped on the light.

"Draco, what the fuck is going on?" Harry asked. He was standing the middle of the room, wand in hand and a pair of jeans pulled hastily on over his boxers. Draco grabbed a rucksack from the rack and shoved it into Harry's hands.

"Pack quickly. We have to go," he said shortly.

"Draco—"

"Death Eaters, Harry. I don't know how they found us, but they did. Ron and Hermione are taking care of the last of them, but there will be more, I can promise you that. We have to leave now." Harry stared at him in shock, frozen. Draco growled, pulling a rucksack from under the bed and shoving clothes into it. He slung the bag over his shoulder and gripped Harry's wrist, pulling him out into the hall where Ron and Hermione were just returning with similar packs. There were death eaters laying along the hall. Draco heard Harry whimper at the sight of the blood.

"Where are we going?" Ron asked, panting. Hermione shook her head.

"No idea, but we need to get out of here as quickly as possible," she replied. Draco nodded.

"Agreed," he said. He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Do you have any ideas?"

Hermione bit her lip. "One," she answered. She reached out, offering her hands to both Ron and Draco. They took them, gripping them tightly. Draco pulled Harry closer, wrapping his arm tightly around the man's waist.

"Hold on, love," he whispered. There loud crack and Draco felt the familiar sensations of apparition.

Author Note:

I'm baaaaaaack! *smirk*