A/N: A couple people said I uploaded chapter 1 instead of chapter 3, but others didn't seem to have this problem. To avoid confusion, I'm re-uploading chapter 3, which is the right chapter. Sorry for the confusion and hope you enjoy it !

Draco woke the next morning to the feeling of warm sunshine on his face. He rolled over on the bed, which wasn't the most comfortable in the world, and was a little confused about where he was at first. The smell of breakfast cooking drifted up to him, and then the occurrences of last night came flooding back to him. He was at Potter's house. He would be for the whole summer. Wonderful.

Draco groaned and got up, knowing he probably couldn't stay in bed all morning. He walked over to his trunk and grabbed some newly purchased muggle clothes along with his toothbrush and toothpaste and made his way across the hall to the bathroom Potter had shown him previously. He changed, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. Draco thought he looked like a pretty normal muggle. He had on dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a green and blue striped polo. His hair hung around his face and in his eyes, which was odd for him, but he had forgotten to bring hair gel. Draco wasn't very fond of the muggle clothes, however, and wished he was back at home wearing the best robes money could buy. Dumbledore had given him clear instructions, however, that he was to try and blend in as best as possible.

Draco descended the stairs to see the family seated around the kitchen table. Uncle Vernon was reading the paper while Aunt Petunia and Dudley just sat there, clearly waiting to be served breakfast. Draco glanced toward the kitchen, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw Potter standing at the stove. Uncle Vernon glanced at Draco, and seemed surprised that he looked normal, but didn't comment and ignored him as he sat down.

"Hurry up, boy. Some people have got jobs to get too," said Uncle Vernon nastily. Harry didn't say anything, but Draco thought he saw his fist clench at his side while his uncle was talking. A few minutes later, Harry brought over a plate of toast, a plate of eggs, a plate of sausage and bacon, and pitcher of orange juice. He then walked back to the kitchen, Draco assumed to clean up. But wasn't he going to eat? Why would he make all of that and not eat any of it?

Draco helped himself to some breakfast, noting distastefully how much Vernon and Dudley seemed to consume. When they had finished, Harry began to clear away dishes, just like he had done last night. Draco watched, but still Potter didn't eat. Draco was pulled out of his thoughts by Uncle Vernon's booming voice.

"Here are your chores for the day. They'd better be done by the time I get back. Or else," he said, handing Harry a list. Harry didn't look at the list or say anything, his eyes fixed on Vernon's.

"Understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry, a hard edge to his voice. Draco could hear the intense emotion in his voice, and it surprised Draco that Harry sounded like he hated the man so much.

Uncle Vernon looked like he wanted to say something, but glanced at his watch and made his way out the door after giving Petunia a quick kiss on the cheek. Once Vernon had left, Petunia handed Harry one of the leftover pieces of toast from breakfast, snapping at Harry to get on with his work. Harry walked back into the kitchen and began to finish the dishes. Draco was torn between helping him and going back upstairs. But since Potter was ignoring him, Draco assumed that he wanted to pretend he wasn't there, which was probably a good idea if they wanted to survive their time together. Draco made his way upstairs as Harry's aunt and cousin sat down in front of the TV.

Draco used the quiet time to get a head start on his schoolwork. He normally didn't do his work until the last week or two of summer, but he didn't really see what else he could do here, besides help Potter with his chores, which apparently Potter didn't want him to do. And it wasn't like he could go spend time with Potter's relatives; it seemed perfectly clear to Draco that they wanted nothing to do with him. Draco glanced out the window a few times to see Potter sweating in the summer heat as he mowed the lawn or weeded the flower bed. At around noon, Harry came inside to start lunch. Draco didn't come down, not really wanting to see Dudley eat again.

When dinner rolled around, Harry was cooking, again. When Draco came down, he once again found the family seated around the table. Uncle Vernon had clearly just come home from work, his suit jacket behind his chair and briefcase near the door.

Potter served them all dinner, and Draco had to admit that Potter was a good cook, even better than Petunia. Draco was excluded from the conversation, which was fine with him. Potter still worked in the kitchen. Draco was beginning to get annoyed. Wasn't he going to eat anything he had cooked?

When Potter came over to clean up the dishes, his uncle spoke up.

"Finished all your chores, did you?" he said. Harry tensed up before answering.

"Yes, sir," he said through clenched teeth.

Draco went upstairs shortly after. Potter came up once the dishes were finished.

Draco could see that he looked exhausted, no doubt from working all day. His baggy clothes almost seemed to hang off him. Draco wasn't sure if Harry had had any dinner. Draco wanted to say something, but didn't know what he should. The rest of the evening passed in silence, as they had spent the evening before; both of them did their best to pretend they weren't in this situation, Draco mulling over everything that had happened so far. Maybe Potter's relatives were acting like this because Potter was being punished? That would explain the extra chores; perhaps Potter had done something to them at the end of last summer. Yes, that would have to be it.

When night rolled around, Draco once again set himself up in the bed, falling almost immediately asleep. Harry tried his best to make himself comfortable on the floor, but he was so tired that he too fell into a deep sleep.

Later that night, Draco woke up from a deep sleep he was in. He was confused for a moment as to why he had woken up, until he heard the sounds again. Looking around in the darkness, he saw Harry thrashing around on the floor. "No… Sirius…," he cried out, and then screamed. Loudly. Draco sat up in bed, and heard thundering footsteps coming toward the room. A booming knocking started pounding on the door, and Harry sat up in surprise, gasping.

Uncle Vernon opened the door, clad in bathrobe in slippers.

"I thought I told you last summer to stop with all this nonsense! How do you expect my family and I to get any sleep with you screaming all night?" he growled at Harry, seeing that he had woken up. Harry didn't answer him, just wrapped his arms around his knees and shivered.

"Not another sound, boy, or you won't be very happy," he threatened, stomping out and shutting the door.

Harry, still breathing heavily, sank back onto the floor, shaking. Draco hesitantly got out of bed and came over to where he was sitting.

"Potter, are you all right?" he asked uneasily. Harry nodded, turning away from him, and muttered that he was sorry for waking him up. Harry rolled over onto his shoulder and ignored Draco, who, after hesitating for a few moments, returned to the bed.

Potter's nightmare had shaken Draco. That scream…shivering slightly, Draco pulled the blanket more tightly around himself and started to drift off. If he had been paying attention, he would have noticed that Harry's breathing never deepened, and that he stayed awake, staring at the moon through his windows.