A/N To my mystery guest reviewer, thanks for reviewing! A lot of people want Harry and Pansy together so that will probably happen, and sorry everyone that I took a while to update.

Narcissa

Over the next couple of weeks she watched her son return to the carefree child she knew he should be. Lucius stayed away on "business". The boys spent most of their time flying or playing games. Harry spent the first week wandering around the house, awestruck by the magical items; mirrors that comment on your appearance, self opening and closing curtains and so on.

There was not much time left before it was time for the boys to go back to school. She knew Draco still fell asleep with his head buried in his schoolbooks, but at least he had fun during the day.

Harry

He ran down the stairs, grabbed his broomstick and ran out the door. Draco hovered just over Harry's head, waving his copy of Quidditch through the ages.

"C'mon Draco, give it back!"

"Come get it!" Draco laughed

Harry knew his friend wouldn't come down without a fight. He mounted his broomstick, was about to kick off the ground when an earsplitting shriek broke through the air. A house elf ran to the door that Harry had left open, heaved it shut and locked it.

"Sorry, sorry, I am do sorry." Harry apologised profusely.

"Seriously Harry? Again?" Draco smirked as he reached the ground, chucking Harry's book at him.

"You need to get a normal door" grumbled Harry.

"That is a normal door" Draco protested.

"Normal people do not have doors that scream."

"How would you know what normal people do?"

Harry grinned. He was having the best summer holiday ever.

Draco

They wandered back inside for breakfast. They had just sat down when one of the owls swooped in, dropping several letters to the table.

"Hey Harry look, it's our letters"

They opened the Hogwarts letters, Harry looking over the booklist not recognising any of the titles.

"Hey Draco, who's Gilderoy Lockhart? Looks like we've got a lot of his books."

Draco didn't answer, too busy reading the second letter that had come for him.

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's from Marcus, Marcus Flint. I made the team!"

His mother watched him, overflowing with happiness. His father would be so proud.

It was lunchtime when his father returned. Lucius walked in the door. He threw his coat to a house elf, kissed his wife, shook his son's hand, and was turning away when he noticed Harry.

"Mr. Potter. Fantastic to see you. I do hope you've been well looked after."

"Yes sir"

Aware of Harry's presence Lucius became the perfect host, putting on the charming mask he used in public.

Finally he turned to Draco.

"How have you been Draco?"

It was a functional question, Draco knew his father wanted to leave, but just for once he wanted to have his father's attention.

"I made the quidditch team."

It was one of those rarest occasions, Lucius looked proud of his son. Of course it was just a flicker in his eyes, but it was enough.

Harry

They were going to Diagon Alley, to get their new school books. Draco's father was taking them by apparition.

They left Malfoy Manor but didn't arrive in Diagon Alley. Instead they were in an unfamiliar dark alley. Shady looking witches and wizards peered round corners. Lucius marched ahead, Draco following after. Harry, afraid of being left behind, stumbled after them.

They stopped outside a gloomily lit shop. The sign hanging above the door said Borgin and Burkes. He turned to Draco.

"Where are we?" He asked.

"Knockturn Alley. Father has some things to do before we go to Diagon Alley.

They entered the gloomy shop. Mr Malfoy started talking in a hushed voice to the man behind the counter. Draco and Harry wandered idly around the shop looking at various creepy things. Harry was quite glad when they eventually left.

They went on to Diagon Alley. Lucius left them and they continued shopping. They had just their schoolbooks to get and were heading to Flourish and Blotts and then planned to meet some friends.

Draco

They were crossing the street when he saw a flash of brown curly hair.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled.

"Hi" she said quietly, not meeting Draco's eyes. "Harry these are my parents. Mum, Dad, this is Harry, and Draco."

He felt the sting of her words. He was the afterthought.

"C'mon, we were just going to the bookshop." Harry tugged at her arm. "Mum, Dad, you okay?"

"Of course darling."

Draco looked at the two people standing behind Hermione. He had been distracted by seeing her, but now he remembered who she was.

"You brought them here?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes" she said, a little defiantly. "Dumbledore said it would be alright."

"Harry maybe Hermione should stay and look after the muggles."

Hermione flushed red.

"You go with your friends honey." said her father

Draco scowled at him, and marched off to the book shop.

Hermione

Harry apologised for Draco a little awkwardly and then followed. Hermione turned round to her parents but they had gone. She needed books anyway so she followed.

She didn't understand. She thought Draco had started to get over his prejudices. She had thought, she blushed, that he had even liked her. But he wouldn't even talk to her, hadn't owled her all holiday, and then was rude to her parents. She'd known he'd be like that.

She pushed her way into the bookshop. It was crowded, mostly women, and there was a massive queue. She realised someone was signing books. A sign proclaimed Gilderoy Lockhart, 5 time winner of 'Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award'. He certainly seemed to be smiling a lot, it was very charming, but just a little cheesy.

Harry waved at her and motioned her to come join them. She looked around, but couldn't see a way out so reluctantly went over. They chatted about holidays for a while, and the conversation was just dropping off when a voice boomed

"Harry Potter!"

The crowd parted, Harry was pushed up to the front by an overexcited reporter and the crowd surged forward to see the defeater of dark arts and the boy who lived.

She and Draco stood in silence, each trying to ignore the other. Finally she broke the silence.

"Why are you being like this? To me, to my parents?"

"You shouldn't have brought them here. It's dangerous"

"They just wanted to see this world."

"They don't belong here."

"Oh, and I suppose I don't belong here either?"

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her into a corner away from the crowds.

"You belong her, now, but it's not safe for them."

She pulled away. He was hurt, angry, and said to her spitefully

"And leave Harry alone."

She looked confused. "What do you mean? I wouldn't hurt him."

"Of course not. I've seen the way you look at him, talk to him. He's the star of Slytherin, he's too good for a mudblood like you."

Tears filled her eyes and she ran out, cradling her wrist, leaving Draco alone.

Draco

He was a monster. He'd always thought he was better than his father, but they shared so much. He'd hurt her, bullied her, made her cry, just as he'd watched his father do. He didn't understand why he couldn't just ignore her but she was constantly there. And he'd hurt her. He didn't know why it mattered so much, she should be nothing to him, less than nothing.