"Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?" Harry asked Lucius the day before Harry Potter was holding a press conference to let the world know how Dumbledore tried to manipulate him.

"Of course." Lucius sipped on the amber liquid in his glass, "did you doubt me?"

"Its always good to make sure." Harry leaned back in the couch he was frequently sitting in. Over the past several days he had been spending a few hours with he older Malfoy getting his help on matters, such as how to change certain things about the world without pissing off his followers. Harry planned to start changing things soon after people no longer trusted Dumbledore, and slowly have people realize he was Silence. It was amazing how no one put it together after Harry and Draco were caught kissing.

Harry looked up at the clock and stood.

"I think we'll be done for the day." Harry walked out of the room and up to the one he was sharing with Draco.

"Finished did you?" Harry didn't get a good response from Draco or Serverus from keeping the two of them away.

"Yeah." Harry kissed Draco pushing him down onto there bed.

"Good." Draco grabbed Harry's shirt and lifted it over his head. He kissed Harry quickly getting his pants off.

"Anxious?" Harry asked picking up on Draco's feeling and stripping Draco as quick as he'd been.

"Would that be a bad thing?" Draco asked climbing onto the middle of the bed. "Come here." He ordered. Harry grinned and moved so he was covering Draco. He leaned down and kissed Draco grinding their erections together. Draco groaned and grabbed onto Harry's hips pulling Harry down again. Harry pulled back from Draco and grinned Harry started sucking on Draco's neck and grabbed his cock stroking it lightly. He kissed Draco's chest and moved to continue downward. Draco growled at him and Harry grinned moving to play with his nipples. Draco grabbed Harry tightly and flipped them over so he was on top. He reached over to the table next to his bed and grabbed the lube.

"You seem rather restless today." Harry said confused. "Its not like its been to long." Harry commented stroking his fingers through Draco's hair.

"Do I need a reason to be horny?" Draco asked smirking down at Harry.

"No, guess not." Harry grinned. Draco slathered lube over Harry and rose up and… "Draco stop! What are you doing?" Harry asked moving so Draco wasn't directly over him.

"What's wrong now?" Draco asked highly frustrated.

"You're not prepared at all. I don't want to hurt you." Harry watched Draco very confused.

"Oh, well I'll be fine. Already did it while I was waiting for you." Draco said moving back to Harry straddling his waist. "That's why I'm so horny, been getting ready for awhile." Harry nodded still confused, but when Draco lowered himself onto his cock all rational thought left Harry.

Harry looked over at the closed bathroom door scowling. Something was very wrong with Draco. He wasn't acting right. He got up right after they were done and went into the shower, which he hardly ever did. He would say he was going to, but Harry would placate him with a cleaning spell. Plus he was amazingly quiet. Not at all normal, and it took forever for him to get off. It didn't make sense. Harry knew Draco was annoyed with him for spending so much time with Lucius, but he didn't think he'd actually get mad.

The water clicked off in the bathroom. Harry heard Draco moving around in there for quite a time before the door finally opened. Draco was fully clothed in pajamas. His hair was only towel dried, not brushed at all. He walked to the bed and slipped in as far away from Harry as possible. Harry scooted over and started running his fingers along Draco's side.

"What's wrong? What'd I do?" Harry asked.

"Nothing." Draco yawned, "I'm just tired."

"Why are you acting so weird?" Draco sighed and turned to face Harry.

"I'm not meaning to, I'm just tired, okay?" Harry nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

"Wonderful." Draco flipped back over and tucked the blanket under his chin.

"Good night." Harry scooted away and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and do all the other bedtime stuff. He looked at the clock; it wasn't even ten thirty yet. Draco was never tired that early. Maybe I should ask Lucius if he has any idea what's going on. Harry thought. He finished and walked into the room and saw Draco wrapped up in the blankets as far away from where Harry was to sleep as possible. It was just not right. Neither one of them enjoyed sleeping without being snuggled with the other. Harry sighed and grabbed a second blanket and laid down careful not to disturb Draco.

The sandman seemed to be elsewhere that particular night. No matter what Harry did, he couldn't get to sleep. Harry got up and pulled on his boxers and pajama pants before walking into he hall. Once out of the room Harry did an about face and put on socks and a shirt before braving the hall again. He was walking everywhere; most of the portraits were sleeping so they were safe enough to use as landmarks. Harry turned down one hall and halfway down started hearing noises. He walked a little further to see who it was and quickly left. He didn't need to here Serverus and Lucius doing that. Harry walked down several hallways, but found he was lost once he tried to find his way back towards Draco's room.

"Oh bugger." One portrait said, as Harry got close enough to see the man in it was awake. "Go away and come back later. I don't have time to pretend I'm asleep right now or I'll ruin my potion."

"Why would you have to pretend to be asleep?" Harry asked curiously.

"Never you mind, go away."

"Do you by chance know the way to Draco's rooms?" Harry asked.

"No I don't, and I wouldn't tell you if I did." Harry scowled at him.

"You may use my old room if you'd like." The man said. "Its right across from here."

Harry turned around, "I don't see anything."

"Open up you idiot door." The man hissed in parseltongue.

"There you are." He said switching back to English.

"Thanks." Harry hissed at him. The man looked up at Harry and nodded.

"Now leave me be young Potter." Harry turned away from the door and back to the portrait, stunned, but he was gone. Harry pushed the door open and collapsed in the impressive bed in the middle of the room. He snuggled under the blankets and eventually fell asleep. It was a lot harder without Draco being there.

Harry woke up the next morning and was shocked by the room he was in. the night before he had been too preoccupied with Draco to notice his surroundings. The walls were covered top to bottom in books. The tables around the room were covered in potions supplies and other gadgets that were spilling off of them into the floor. He got up and started going through the shelves. Most were potions or dark arts books, but there was at least a few books dedicated to the other major subjects.

Harry grabbed all that looked interesting and brought them with him to one of the least covered tables. The pile he made covered all available space around him.

"Enjoying yourself?" Harry was asked several hours later. Harry looked up quickly, no one was around.

"Who said that?"

"You need to learn to be more observant." The man from the portrait from the night before was sitting in what had been an empty frame all morning. "So you like my room?" the man asked. "you sure did make a mess of the place."

"Right, because it was clean how you had it."

"Yes, but that was my mess. Anyway it seems the current residents of this home are looking for you."

"Crap." Harry looked around but couldn't find a clock. "Do you know what time it is by chance?"

"No."

"Do you know how to get to the dinning hall?" Harry asked. Once back in familiar territory Harry knew he'd be fine.

"If I must I can show you." Harry looked down at the books.

"Can I borrow some of these?"

"I suppose." Harry picked out five.

"Okay I'm ready."

"Take the dark green book with gold printing." The portrait ordered. "You may find it interesting." Harry looked at the title and over to the man with concern. Why would he need this?

"Were you planning on actually attending your own date with the press?" Lucius asked when Harry walked into this study.

"I'm sorry I lost track of the time."

"That excuse doesn't work, Draco says he hasn't seen you all morning." Harry grinned.

"I was reading." Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"Well are you finished?"

"For now."

"Good, go get ready."

"Since when do you get to order me around?"

"Since the stupid things you do affect me too. We can only be so late before it looks bad. Now go."

"All right." Harry walked into the room and Draco was lounging on their bed.

"Where have you been?" Draco asked.

"I honestly do not know. I got lost."

"Really now?" Draco grinned.

"Oh shut up." Harry went to his trunk and pulled out his nicest robes. He quickly put the shrunk books into his trunk. For some reason he just didn't feel comfortable telling Draco about them. Harry stood and looked over at Draco, "want to shower with me?" he asked suggestively.

"We could've shagged already if you were here. I am already clean. No." Harry looked at Draco confused but just shrugged it off.

"Okay."

Harry was finished giving his sad boy story and was on the question and answer part. He was doing wonderfully playing his part with Lucius behind him for support. At first the press was having a field day with that, of course once Harry told them that Lucius had told him of Dumbledore betrayal and that he'd been trying to get Harry to come clean for some time, which was one of the reasons Harry was invited to the home, they all shut-up.

Everything was going smoothly until, "Mr. Potter is it true that you're with Minister Malfoy's son?"

"I don't see how that is relative to the topic at hand." Harry answered pointing to another man to ask a question, when the first man continued.

"Has he been acting odd lately? Doing things that aren't like himself?" Harry turned back to the reporter and stared at him. The session was still going on around them. Harry was participating mindlessly as he roamed the reporter's memories. An anonymous tip had led the man to ask such questions. Something was going on and Harry didn't like it. Harry got out of the man's mind and quickly answered the question he'd been asked and ended the session directly after. Harry and Lucius quietly walked off the stage and away for the surrounding crowd. Lucius was looking at Harry questioningly. Harry raised a soundproof shield around them.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"What through you off?" Harry turned to Lucius.

"Draco has been acting odd. I didn't really understand, I was going to ask you about it."

"How long?"

"Just since last night. I wasn't sure it wasn't something I'd done, he could've just been in a bad mood."

"Have you never seen my son angry?"

"Of course I have."

"Then you should've questioned more what was going on. Now wait here I'm going to get that reporter and see what he knows."

"No need. I already looked. That's what messed up my performance I wasn't all the way concentrating on what I was saying."

"I see." Lucius nodded and grabbed Harry's shoulder steering them out of the building and apperating them back to the manor.

"Elf!" Lucius shouted.

"Yes master." A houself appeared.

"Find me Draco and bring him to me immediately." The elf popped away.

"What do you think is going on?" Harry asked sweeping off towards the sitting room. He poured himself a drink and quickly swallowed it down shuddering.

"Getting drunk wont fix this or help you." Harry nodded.

"I know."

"Calm down. We'll figure out what's going on."

"What do you think is happening? You didn't answer me." Lucius studied Harry cautiously and finally told the freaking out boy in front of him what he thought.

"You aren't good at hiding how much Draco means to you."

"And?" Harry questioned when Lucius didn't continue.

"My thoughts are, someone might be thinking to use him to get to you."

"Master, I could not find little master anywhere in the house."

"What!" Harry screamed breaking all of the glass things in the room.

"Calm down!" Lucius ordered grabbing onto Harry's shoulders.

"Now think, who could've done this?"

"I don't know." Harry snapped.

"Well think, you can't get Draco back by throwing a fit."

"I know." Harry hissed. He looked around him and waved his arm fixing everything in the room. He snapped his fingers and the ring Lucius was wearing seared his skin.

Meet in the same place as last time. Blasted through his ears. Harry swooped through the halls with Lucius behind him giving him directions on how to get to the room. Harry pushed open the door and the room was enveloped in silence. Harry stood at the door frame eyes closed searching to see if any of them already know where Draco was. He came up with nothing.

"Find Draco." He ordered. "The first person to bring me word of where he is, or who took him will be rewarded." Harry dropped the silencing and was suddenly the target for nearly every wand there.

"Seems you forgot you costume my Lord." Serverus commented slinking through the crowd to stand near Harry and Lucius.

"Oh bullocks."