My apologies, Minue, for misreading your comment. (PS Thanks for 'puppet' you'll find out if you read!)

As you have probably guessed by now, chapter titles...Not my strong point. Just bear with me, occasionally I'll have one or two normal ones :)

I decided to stick with my story for now, don't like it too much in case I quit, IT'S MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION TO COMPLETE A STORY!

I know I wanted to do this story mostly about Harry but this just HAD to be about Draco. Obviously Draco will be Draco and Harry will be known as Potter. Just in case you get confused :)

Dumbledore had let them use his country cottage for the Christmas holidays to try to sort something, anything, out with the current... situation. Draco sat on a leather armchair, head in hands. An hour ago, one of the most embarrassing things in his life had happened. He and Potter were alone in the sitting room of the cottage, Snape had not left his room since three days before, when the spell had hit. It turns out it wasn't one week until the effect, it was up to one week. Draco had three of his own precious days left of possible freedom and he was spending them in the forest surrounding the cottage.

Earlier, in the sitting room, he was sitting thinking about how horrible it would be for anyone to see him as Potter's slave. His life was oficially over when school started back. Then he had a thought. The other two in the trio would probably visit, maybe his girlfriend. He couldn't bear that, the poor, blood traitors and the know-it-all mudblood would see him bowing and scraping. All he could hope for was that they came and went before it got a hold on him. Draco decided he wouldn't. He just wouldn't let himself be like that, a mere puppet to cater Potter's whims. He would beat this spell.

Eventually, Draco thought he would just ask, but make it sound as Malfoyish a possible. It was vital he made it sound like he didn't care, or then who would he be? "So then, Potter, will the Mudblood and Weaselbee be stopping around?" Potter had reacted just like he thought. He hadn't looked up from his book and just replied, "Shut it, Malfoy." A few moments later, he added, "Don't call a muggleborn that. Hermione is as much a witch as you are a wizard. Maybe even a better one." This was where the embarrassing thing happened.

"Sorry," Both heads snapped up instantly. No, no, it hadn't happened, the word just slipped out. Draco's cheeks were as red as ripe strawberries. And to make matter's worse, there was one more word trying to escape. Draco wouldn't say it. He'd already apologised against his will. This vile word would not leave his lips but he felt like his throat would burn up if he didn't say it. "M-" NO Draco! He tried to stop it, but he couldn't the urges were too hard to resist. Almost every fibre of his brain forced him to say it. The small part of him that was uneffected was stamped out.

"Sorry, Master." He literally leapt off of his seat and groaned in absolute frustration. "No, I'm not sorry. I'm not." He looked a lot like a small child throwing a tantrum, the way he stomped his foot and threw his hands in the air. When he said that, every muscle in his body tensed and a strange sort of pain zapped his brain. It wasn't like a physical pain, but it wasn't like a headache either. It felt like what your legs felt like the day after you had ran 20 miles. Draco, determined not to debase himself anymore, replied, "I'll call the mutts whatever I feel like Potter." A further pain hit him and this one was pain. The first was a warning, this was a punishment. He had to find a way to beat this spell!

Potter, obviously, had ran off with a stupid smirk on his face after laughing so hard he cried. Draco had sat back into the same chair, head in heads, teeth clamped together for an hour. 95% of his mind told him to get up and beg for forgiveness from his master. But the other 5%, had glued him to the chair and stopped his tongue from talking. He refused treat Potter as a master. He was not his master, barely his equal. Potter was the enemy. Potter was In his head he had a rant to himself while his conscience tried to reason with him,

Harry Potter. Big whoop! He's going to have me doing all sorts, I don't know how severe a pain I'll get or will it just be this? When I refuse to do anything he tells me to. I don't know how long I can put up with this. I should be in my own sitting room celebrating the week leading to Christmas. This is shit. I don't deserve this. I will find a way to break this spell and when I do, Potter will make up for everything I know he'll make me do. I'll strangle him in his sle- OW! Ok, no Potter-Killing fantasies. Calm down Draco. You know it's not his fault. It's Snape's! He suggested it. Go find something to eat before you hurt yourself some

Draco dealt with his own self-pity over the night. He smashed the vase and broken the picture frame in his room and after repairing them, fought back tears. Was this his life now? He was Potter's puppet? His will was bent to Potter's desires and fantasies. He would have to actually be within sight of him, according to the book. He had to be near the boy he detested.

Harry, on the other hand, lay on his bed still with that same smirk on his face. Draco Malfoy had called him Master. Maybe the spell wasn't too bad. He thought of all the ridiculous things he could order Draco to do. After a few visions of embarrassing Draco, Hermione's voice echoed through his brain. "Harry, you're a good person. Do what a good person would do." He sighed and started to reply, before realising the voice was inside his own head. Great, Hermione was his conscience.

Snape had long since learned how not to deal with anger, self-pity and hurt. He had no human interaction for several days, it was starting to effect him not seeing new scenery and breathing in real air either. He sat bolt upright on his bed, breathing deeply. He swallowed a Dreamless Sleep potion and vowed to himself he would leave his room tomorrow. He wouldn't talk to Potter, maybe not even Malfoy. He would go to the woods and breathe in the fresh air.

Three people rolled over to sleep that night. One rolled over depressed and isolated, another after banging his head off of the wall and arguing with himself and the last with a grin on his face and a drowned out conscience.

So, did you like? I've just got back into my normal routine so I'll be updating 1-2x a week :) Please review with your thoughts and again, sorry Minue :D That was actually quite fun to write and yes Snape did just get depressed and lie in his bed (there was an en-suite and the other two brought him meals) for three days. I would if I became enslaved to my enemy's son, a child. Not just a child but a child was meant to teach? No. I would just die. Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read the written thoughts o mine. Yes, I mean o mine because it's funny when the voice in my head says it!

Just in case you've forgot – HARRY AND GINNY ARE DATING TWO YEARS EARLY BECAUSE THEY'RE A CUTE COUPLE – thanks for putting up with me shouting in your face.

Anyways, write down your thoughts in a review, okay! Please & Thankyou! :D