Harry awoke to a crisp and early dawn. The sun was barely rising making the rooms turn a glittery gray. Malfoy was slumbering peacefully with his back still turned to the window. Harry exhaled; hopping out of bed. Sleep was still in his body, but not on his mind. He creaked open the door and slid out into the hallway. The house was deadly silent as if waiting upon someone to wake. Harry turned to the two closed doors and listened carefully. The guest bedroom was quite for the most part besides the very few snores. The other room however; was completely silent, as it always was. Harry figured that both men were still sleeping, so he could get to it now.

Sliding down the stairs, curiosity over took him as it normally did. Snape wouldn't have a broom would he? Ever since coming here Harry wondered what laid behind these walls. From what he could tell there are a lot of trees and a dirt path leading up a hill, but now he could see for himself. He wanted to know; in fact it felt like he needed to know. After the conversation last night with Draco, Harry had to know why he could possibly hate Snape. I mean it made since when Harry did, but Draco? So many questions were unraveling themselves.

Why had Snape saved him that night? Why did the Malfoys always try to kill him? Was it not one of them who had tried to kill him that night? Did he not say an unforgivable curse… and why, out of all people that could take care of him, why did it have to be Snape? Nothing made since at all, which is why Harry wanted-and needed to get out. Flying always helped. His answers always seemed to make since when he was flying.

Then there was Snape. He knew that he should ask him, it only made since… but now standing at the back door looking out; Harry knew that he needed to get out. Harry was about to go for the door knob, to let himself out when someone cleared their throat from behind him. Harry jumped and whirled himself around.

"Are you really planning to stand there all day?" Snape asked from his current position in a high back chair. Harry slumped his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. Does he ever sleep?!

"No." Harry answered. He was feeling a little irritable since his late night. Who could blame him? He talked most of the night away, ate dinner with air heads, and received two very hard spankings.

"Do not use that tone with me, young man." Snape warned. Harry shut his mouth and tried not to protest. He really didn't want to add another reason on his list to get his bum whopped.

"What are you doing up, Snape?" Harry said less snidely.

"I am always up before the sun." Snape answered putting his book down and grabbing a cup of god knows what.

"Surprising." Harry mumbled. "I thought vampires slept during the day." Snape smirked who was still in hearing shot of his ward.

"I'm afraid that's a myth." He shrugged taking much pleasure in Harry's annoyed expression. "I am kidding, Potter."

"I bet." Snape let that one slide and turned the tables on Harry.

"So may I ask what you are doing up so early?" Snape inquired watching as Harry squirmed to make up an answer.

"No." Harry said when he could come up with anything.

"Well, I supposed that's better than lying." Snape decided. "Yet, I still want an answer."

Then why ask? Harry thought. "Nothing now I guess. Going back to bed." Harry said heading for the stairs.

"So you avoid things instead of facing them head on?" Came Snape's mono toned voice. Harry, who at the moment was still tired remembered the night before and didn't really want to repeat it.

"It would seem so." Harry struggled with his tone of voice. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."

"I was going to start breakfast soon; you might as well stay down." Seeing that Harry didn't seem so pleased Snape added "We can talk if you like?"

"Sure." Harry shrugged following Snape into the kitchen. Once there Harry slid up onto the counter swinging his feet. Snape rolled his eye but kept it to himself. Obviously the boy had something on his mind.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about Harry?" Snape said talking out 12 eggs and a glass bottle of orange juice. Harry watched as Snape turned on the stove and began to cook the eggs.

"No…" Harry thought for a minute, his legs stopped swinging. "Well actually there was something?"

Snape nodded pulling out bread and toasting them. "And what would this something be?" Harry swallowed thinking about it for a moment.

"Do you, have a broom?" Harry almost whispered. Snape stopped abruptly as if taking aback.

"I don't believe I do?" Snape saw the sad expression slide across Harry's face. "Although I might… I'll go look for you once I've finished this up."

"Really? That would be brilliant!" Harry excamiled.

"Indeed. Could you go and wake Draco for me?" Snape asked flipping some of the eggs over.

"Sure." Harry shrugged hopping off of the table and running up stairs. Snape shook his head with a faint smirk on his face. He will be the death of me.

Once Harry opened the door he could see that Draco was still fast asleep despite the sun rising. Harry crossed the room over to Draco and leaned over the bed. "Hey. Draco... wake up." When Harry didn't recive a response he shook Draco on the shoulder. Draco moaned in protest before throwing the covers over his head. Harry feeling annoyed put his hands on his hips. Fine. Don't want to get up? I find a way.

Meanwhile Snape set three plates of toast, bacon and eggs down on the table. He turned back to get some juice when he heard a shirk and footsteps running downstairs. "Get back here Potter!"

Three seconds later Harry came bursting into the room with a soaking wet Draco following. Harry ran behind Snape to use him as a barrier. "He is trying to kill me Snape!"

"I doubt that Harry." Snape remarked.

"No, he is!" Snape took a moment to look at the furious Draco standing in the dinning room. "Have an accident Draco?" Snape smirked spelling him dry.

"Hardly funny, Snape." Draco said sitting himself down. Harry found his way to his spot before Snape said anything.

"Looks good." Harry smiled. Snape nodded going back into the kitchen grabbing juice and his coffee.

"So how did you two sleep?" Snape asked picking up his fork.

"Good." Harry answered digging into his eggs. Snape nodded and turned to Draco.

"Horrible. He snores." Draco said.

"I do not snore!" Harry retored.

"Do."

"Not!"

"Ok, enough." Snape said rubbing his temples. "Harry when you are finished can you go to your room and get changed, and Draco may I have a word with you when your done?"

"Sure." Both boys answered turning there attention back to their food.

AN: sorry it took a while, i've been extermly busy. anyways i hope you enjoyed! :)