A/N I'm afraid that for this chapter I'm not going to write review responses because I just want to say more or less the same thing to all of you who have reviewed: thank you so much for doing so and thank you for all patiently waiting for the next chapter, which I hope you enjoy. My trip to Poland was fun thanks, but I'm glad to be home and writing again! Thanks to those of you who said good luck in my exam and hoped I had a good time in Poland. I promise you'll get personal review responses in the next chapter!

What Adults Do

"Do you remember it, Harry?"

"Let the man get through the door, Ginny!"

"Harry, do you remember?"

"No!" Harry yelled.

Ten minutes later, after what was a traumatic experience of being sucked through some sort of air tight tube called 'apparation', Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were walking through the front door of a house on a quiet little street in the middle of no where. The second that the near suffocation of apparation ended, Ginny asked quickly, 'Do you recognise it?' Harry did nothing and merely walked towards the house they were facing.

He was now staring into a small hall, with stairs on the right and a door to the left, it rather reminded him of his aunt and uncles house at Privet Drive. There were moving pictures on the walls of various people flying broomsticks, but mostly Harry and Ginny. Harry didn't recall this. He the looked away from the pictures as he moved slowly into the hallway, and saw cardboard boxes all over the floor and stairs.

At his questionable look, Hermione said, "Ron and I are moving out soon. We were supposed to be moving earlier, but with your coma we decided to stay with Ginny until you came home."

A shot of fear ran through Harry, "Why are you moving out?"

"Because we're getting married, remember?" Hermione replied.

Harry remembered that he had actually been told this since he had woken up but evidently didn't pay much attention.

"We postponed the wedding so that you could come…" Hermione started.

"Hermione…" Ron warned.

"You will still come, won't you?" Hermione finished, ignoring Ron. "Ron chose you to be his best man out of all of his brothers…"

"Hermione!"

"Of course I will," Harry said quickly. He didn't really know how to feel. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at Hermione. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps being home would help them all be friends again. He knew it wouldn't happen in the space of one day of overnight, but a few smiles every now and then, and some sort of understanding. Of which had just happened.

"Anyway," Hermione said, suddenly bright, "Would you like to see the rest of the house?"

Harry nodded quickly and started to walk. The rest wasn't as he'd expected at all. Rather than seeing something magical around every corner, the house reminded him more and more or Privet drive everywhere he looked. The kitchen was the worst. It was totally clean, and was equipped with a dishwasher, a washing machine, a cooker and even a fridge, where Harry thought that surely wizards and witches could just make food appear whenever they wanted it from thin air.

After seeing the whole of the downstairs and the garden, Ron asked, "So, what do you think?"

Harry nodded slowly, "It's nice. It's just… It's really normal."

"HA!" Ron exclaimed, "I knew he'd say that! Didn't I tell you?" He added to Hermione. "Hermione likes the house to be as 'Muggle-like' as possible, since she's a Muggle-born."

Hermione tutted, "Well if he doesn't like it then he can change it once we've gone. The house is mostly going to you, Harry," She added for Harry's benefit.

The rest of the day was spent in near silence as the four of them sat in the living room and watched the (muggle) television. Ron had explained that wizards didn't have electricity, but the one thing he did like was television, so he was quite thankful that Hermione was a muggle-born.

Overall, it was quite a good day. Harry found that being back in their own house rather than at the hospital all the time, Ron and Hermione were relatively calm. Ginny, however, was not resting until Harry remembered everything. The only reason she had stayed silent while watching the television was because Ron had shouted at her on multiple occasions. Every time Ron and Hermione went out of the room, however, Ginny would always move closer to Harry in an attempt to hold his hand or whisper in his ear – or something that older people do when they're couples, Harry guessed. He knew he shouldn't think like that, but it was true. At the end of the day, the more Ginny tired to make him remember things faster, the more he'd move away. Right now, he had the mind of an eleven year old boy; he was definitely not thinking about what young adult couples did in their free time: it made him shiver with disgust.

Finally, when a muggle film about witches had ended (which Ron loved to watch because they were so inaccurate) Harry stood up.

"I'm going to bed if that's ok," He said quietly after a yawn.

Ron and Hermione nodded their heads and Ginny stood up behind him, "I am too. I'll show you our room, Harry…"

"What?" Harry said quietly.

"Our room, Harry," Ginny replied slowly.

Harry felt his face go bright red. How was he stupid enough not to think about that? All day Ginny had been sending him singles which made him cringe, but did he think about going to bed? That girl was his fiancée – he was twenty years old, did he really think he'd have his own room and his own single bed?

"Oh," He said, managing to find his voice, "Right."

"Harry," Hermione said from behind him, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," He lied. He was in fact, extremely angry at Ron and Hermione. Did they just forget that he still thought girls were weird things that should be left well alone? Why hadn't they made up another bed for him somewhere else.

"Are you coming then?" Ginny said impatiently at the doorway to the hall.

Harry tried to cover up the deep breath he took with a fake yawn before he said, "Yeah. Goodnight guys…"

And he followed Ginny off up the stairs.

Their bedroom was quite large, with a desk in one corner, a big wardrobe in the other, and a massive bed stuck right in the middle. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he thought to himself that hopefully he could lie right on the edge of the bed with his back to Ginny. Just then, however, he was struck with another surprise. Ginny walked over to the bed and pulled off her top. Harry's eyes widened quickly and he looked towards the floor as Ginny turned to face him, still in her pink bra.

"The bathroom is through that door, Harry," She said. "We got the en suite room because you paid the most for the house…"

But barely before she had finished speaking, Harry had found the door that was next to the wardrobe and was through it, closing it behind him.

He swallowed with difficulty as he sat on the edge of the bath and rested his elbows on his knees. He was quite surprised when he realised that he didn't feel sick, but was shaking a lot and had the horrible image of Ginny's bare back in his mind.

Soon, Harry took yet another deep breath and left the bathroom, hoping that he wouldn't have to look at that sight again tonight. He saw, however, a different sight that was almost just as bad. Ginny was now leaning over the bed, pulling the duvet away from the pillows, wearing nothing but a short silk nightdress that barely covered her backside.

He looked away quickly and walked around the other side of the bed.

"I'm afraid you don't have pyjamas," Ginny said suddenly. Harry was shocked by her tone of voice, and the word 'bitch' suddenly entered his mind.

"Oh…" He replied quietly.

He looked down at the trousers he was wearing. They were uncomfortable enough now; it would be horrible to sleep in them. Suddenly, Ginny spoke again, and this time it did make him feel slightly ill.

"You usually sleep naked," She said.

Harry looked at her as she laid down in the bed, pulling the duvet over her. He swallowed again and looked away before pulling off his own t-shirt, feeling more self-conscious than he ever had before. He could almost feel Ginny's eyes burning into his back as he dropped it on the floor and started to undo his belt buckle. Quickly he pulled off his trousers and socks and clambered into the bed, still wearing his boxers. He turned his back to Ginny and faced the wall as he pulled the duvet cover all the way up to his neck. He tried not to let his nervous shaking show, but thought that it didn't work much.

"Harry," Ginny's quiet voice cut through the darkness after she turned off the light next to the bed.

Harry waited a moment before answering, but then said, "Yes?"

"Can I… Give you a hug?" She asked quietly.

Harry paused. He didn't want to say no. he knew that they probably fell asleep hugging each other every night, but he just couldn't do it… Not yet…

"Goodnight Ginny…" He said, slowly.

A few seconds passed, and he heard her reply, "Goodnight."

A few minutes passed, and he heard her quietly sniff back a tear.

"Harry, what did you say to her?" Hermione asked at the breakfast table the next morning.

Ginny had just left the room, and had hardly spoken to anyone all morning.

"Nothing…" Harry said truthfully.

"That's probably the problem," Ron said dully.

"Honestly, I think what she said to me was worse," Harry said.

"Why? What did she say?" Hermione asked quickly, lowering her copy of the Daily Prophet.

"She was just… I don't know, being really short with me about things…" Harry replied, trying not to get embarrassed.

"What things?" Ron asked.

Harry couldn't stop it; he felt blood rushing to his face, "How… How I usually sleep… and stuff…"

Hermione now slammed her paper down onto the table and jumped up from her seat. "I can't believe her!" She yelled. "She tried to make you sleep naked?"

"Hermione!" Ron yelped.

"Oh, Ronald; he's a twenty year old man, you don't have to see him to know that he sleeps naked in his bed with his fiancée!" She exclaimed loudly, "You do it!"

Harry felt his face burn ever brighter.

"But you shouldn't tell him that you know!" Ron said loudly back, "He thinks he still sleeps in pyjamas!"

"That's exactly my point!" Hermione continued to shout. "HE does think that! And for Ginny to try and make him do things he's not ready for…"

"I am here you know!" Harry yelled suddenly.

Hermione turned to him and her expression softened. "I'm sorry, Harry. It's just, I'm so angry at her…"

But at that moment Ginny came walking back into the room. "Is everything all right? I heard shouting from upstairs?"

Ron and Hermione turned to her. "We'll talk to you later," Ron said sternly.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione said calmly, "I assume you still want to go and meet Malfoy?" Harry nodded. "Then go and get your cloak, we'll apparate again."

Harry begrudgingly did as he was told and left the room, hearing Ginny say 'Why can't I come with you' to Ron and Hermione while he was in the hall.

"Because he doesn't want you to," He heard Hermione snap, "We'll see you later."

Next second, Ron and Hermione were with him in the hall, smiling and ready to take him back to St Mungo's.

Harry, Ron and Hermione waited at reception for any sign of Draco. But nine o'clock came and went and Harry began to lose hope. Maybe Ron and Hermione were right, and this was why they didn't like Draco. Draco just led people on into a false sense of security and then when you least expected it, he disappeared.

At twenty-five to ten, however, just as they were about to leave, Draco came running around the corner.

"Potter!" He called as Harry, Ron and Hermione were about to walk out of the door. Harry turned and smiled at him. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting…" He panted. He had evidently been running. "I was dealing with a patient who was trying to jump out of the window… He thinks he can fly without a broom…"

Harry laughed, and from the corner of his eye he was sure he saw Ron and Hermione's faces turn slightly more bitter. "It's ok," He said, "You're here now."

"Yes," Draco answered. "So, shall we go in the relative's room today? No one ever goes in there."

Harry shrugged and nodded. Draco turned on his heel to walk away, and Harry suddenly noticed that he hadn't even acknowledged that Ron and Hermione were standing right next to him.

"So what time shall we come and get him?" Ron spat out quickly. Harry saw that the tips of his ears were bright red.

Draco turned back around and raised his eyebrows, "As we both keep reminding you, Weasley, he's not a child. He does not need a minder to come and pick him up. He'll be home when we're done. I'm sure he can tell me where his house is."

Harry had to work very hard to keep his face straight and stop from smiling at Ron's stricken look. Then, without hardly opening his mouth, Ron said, "We'll see you later then, Harry." And he and Hermione were gone.

Before Harry even had chance to say 'thank you' to Draco, he had already started to speed off in the opposite direction to the door and said, "How was your first night back there then?"

Harry rushed to keep up with him and answered, "It was ok until the night time, then it was terrible."

Sooner than expected, they suddenly stopped in front of a glass door with blinds on the inside. As they stepped into a dingy little room with a broken light, Draco replied, "Why was that?" Although Harry had the sneaking suspicion that Draco already knew why the night was terrible.

"Ginny…" He replied quietly.

As Draco turned around, Harry saw that smirk on his face again. "Don't let her take advantage of you, Potter," He said.

Harry's eyes widened and he turned to sit down, not wanting to reply to that comment, or talk about the situation any longer than he had to.

"So," Draco said, after pulling out his wand and making the tip of it explode with light, "You've got your wand?"

Harry nodded and pulled his thin piece of wood out from his pocket. "Will you teach me how to do that?" He asked, nodding towards Draco's lit up wand.

"I can if you want," Draco replied, "But don't you want to learn the defence against the dark arts first? I was going to teach you how to disarm, remember?"

Harry nodded, "But I just want to learn it all."

Draco smiled, "You were never this eager in Hogwarts. Or perhaps you were, but I didn't know you well enough to realise…"

Harry lowered his head and realised that the room's atmosphere seemed to be getting slightly thicker, so thought it apt to change the subject. "Well, teach me how to disarm today then."

Draco looked back at him and smiled, evidently grateful. "Well, the incantation – that you favoured far too much when we were younger – is Expelliarmus. Put your wand down and say that now. Expelliarmus."

Harry did as he was told, and, feeling quite foolish, repeated the word, "Expelliarmus…"

"Good," Draco said, looking satisfied. "Now, as you know, this spell is to disarm your opponent, but it can also cause some harm if used in the wrong way. It depends on where you aim the spell. You can knock someone out for a while if you aim it at their bodies – I think you did that to the potions master in third year, I'm not sure… But the main objective is to aim it at the person's wand, and their wand will fly out of their hand and away from them."

Harry drank in all the information, and laughed when Draco said about how he had knocked out Snape in third year; Ron had also mentioned it in passing once.

"So," Draco continued, "Hold out your wand for me, and I'll show you."

Timidly, Harry picked up his wand once more and held it how he thought he would if he was fighting someone. Then, in the next instant, Draco had held up his black wand, flicked his wrist slightly, said, "Expelliarmus," and Harry wand had flown across the room.

A strange feeling then ran through him. He watched Draco as he went to retrieve Harry's wand for him, and suddenly felt in complete awe. The way he made it look so easy – effortless, even…

"Now you can try," Draco said as he sat back down. "I feel like you'll find it easy, since your aim is good from being a seeker in Quidditch. Now, when you say the incantation, u have to flick your wrist only slightly, like this…" Draco demonstrated how Harry was to turn his wrist in a tiny circle while saying the word. Harry repeated the movement. "Ok, when you're ready."

Draco held out his wand as if he was duelling, and waited. Harry took a deep breath and raised his own wand. He felt his heart beating in his chest and suddenly realised how nervous he was, and yet when he looked at his hand, he saw that it wasn't shaking at all.

"What if I miss and hit you?" Harry asked quietly.

"The only way you'll do that is if you think you will," Draco answered calmly, "Believe that you can get my wand, and you will."

Harry swallowed and nodded slowly.

And then everything happened in slow motion: his nerves disappeared a split second before saying the word, and he felt as though he had been doing this for years. He looked at Draco's wand, that piece of thin black stick in his hand, and his hand twirled in a tight circle as he said, "Expelliarmus," and a shot of light zoomed out of his wand and looked as if it hit Draco's hand, but before he knew it, Harry heard a quite clink which meant that the black wand was hitting the wooden floor.

"That was fantastic, Potter!" Draco beamed. "You did it!"

Harry smiled back as Draco went to get his own wand from across the small room. "You must remember something, Potter, because you certainly haven't forgotten how to use your favourite spell!"

Harry beamed back at him, and from that moment on, his nerves were gone. The rest of the day flew by as Harry learnt – but Draco liked to say remembered – spells that he had known very well as a teenager, such as lumos, the spell that made his wand tip light up just as Draco's had. The other spells and jinxes that Draco taught him were slightly more difficult to learn, but Draco said that was because he obviously didn't favour them as much as expelliarmus. Draco also told him in more detail about the three unforgivable curses, but said that Harry did not need to learn these. When he said it, Harry got quite worried, but then Draco added that he didn't need to learn them because he had never used one – not successfully at least.

Before they knew it, it was six o'clock and Ron and Hermione had turned up because they were 'worried' about him. So Harry left with a feeling of self-satisfaction so strong that he couldn't sleep that night. And he was so excited about the next day that while he couldn't sleep, he lit up his wand, using the 'lumos' spell, and read about jinxes, hexes, charms and spells for most of the night.

A/N Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! I tried to make this one longer because I felt that my chapters were quite short. I'm sorry about the lack of review responses, but don't worry, I will definitely respond in the next chapter! I just wanted to get this chapter up, you know! Please keep reviewing, I will write back!! smiles and waves