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Draco watched as the scenery passed by the window of his father's limo. The country side had turned into a large city thirty minutes before, and now they were slowly making their way through rows upon rows of identical houses. One of his school books sat on the seat next to him, quickly dismissed after the first ten minutes of entering the limo.

They started to slow, then the stopped. The driver looked over his shoulder at him. "We're here, Mr. Malfoy."

"Well, aren't you going to open my door?" He asked, his voice filled with arrogance. "We can't have them thinking that I'm a nobody, now can we?"

"Of course, sir," he answered immediately. He got out, went around the limo, and opened the door for Draco, who climbed out and waited. "Is anything amiss, sir?"

"My trunks."

The driver held back a sigh as he hurried to get Draco's trunks.

"You're lucky it's me and not my father. He would've fired you on the spot," Draco drawled. "Father never puts up with-"

He stopped talking when the driver put the last trunk on the ground next to him and ran to the driver's seat, jumped in, and left. Obviously, after putting up with the sulky teen for so many hours, he was wanting to get away from him quickly.

Draco glared after the limo, then turned toward the house in front of him. Out on the front lawn was a patio table, where two adult sat, drinking lemonade. One skinny woman with horse-like face and sharp features, the other a large man with a mustache.

The man was watching the a group of boys around Draco' s age playing with a football, a proud expression on his face. To Draco's surprise, he didn't see Harry's small figure with the larger boys. Probably thinks he's too good to play with them, he thought to himself. He looked at the garden, where the woman's sharp gaze was fixed. On his knees with his back to the others, was Harry. His messy black hair blowing in the slight breeze, he was bent over the flowers, pulling weeds.

Draco walked up to the two adults, fake smile on his face. The two stood up when they saw him.

"You're finally here!" The woman said excitedly. "We've been looking forward to meeting you for so long. I'm Petunia Dursley, and this is my husband, Vernon."

Vernon held out his hand to shake Draco's, who ignored it and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Draco Malfoy…of course, you already knew that."

They looked taken aback for a moment, then gave him bright smiles.

"Of course we did," Petunia said. "Now, you really must meet our son, Dudley. I'm sure you two will become best friends." She waved towards the group of boys and called for her son. The largest of them came forward. The size of a baby whale, he looked like a pig turned human. When he reached them, it took a few minutes because he was taking his time, she said, "Dudley-kins, this is Draco. He's staying with us over the summer."

Dudley looked him up and down before his lips tilted in a satisfied smile. "Nice to meet you, Draco." For some reason, the sound of his voice gave him the urge to shiver, as though it was a nail scratching a black board.

Draco merely nodded at him. "Father told me that another boy lived with you? A nephew?"

Petunia and Vernon exchanged glances.

"Petunia's sister's son. How did you…"

"Father wanted to make sure everything checked out before he allowed me to come. Your nephew came up in the investigation." The lie came readily to him. His father had wanted him to be prepared for anything. So, where is he?"

The two exchanged glances again, then Petunia nodded and Vernon went over to where Harry was working in the garden. "He enjoys working outside a lot," Petunia explained as they watched Vernon say something to Harry. For the briefest of moments, Draco saw Harry glare up at his uncle in hatred, but then the expression was gone so quickly that Draco doubted he had even seen it.

After a moment, Harry's head snapped to look at him in surprise, then anger. He got up, ignoring his uncle, and all but marched towards them.

When he reached them, though, his anger seemed to disappear, a calm expression taking over his face. To Draco's further surprise, he held out his hand and said, "Draco, right? I'm Harry. Welcome to our home."

Draco hesitated only a moment before he reached out and shook his hand. Despite Harry's outward calmness, his fingers bit into Draco's hand, leaving moon-shaped marks.

He heard Petunia let out a relieved sigh. "Harry, dear," she said sweetly, "would you show Draco up to your room?"

"Of course, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied, expressionless.

"And help him with his trunks, boy," Vernon put in.

Harry nodded and went to the trunks and picked two of the three up.. Draco stared, shocked, after him. Those trunks were heavy, filled with all of his clothes, both wizard and muggle. It seemed impossible that such a small person could pick up two of them. Mentally shaking himself, he fetched the third trunk, then followed Harry into the house and up the stairs, into one of the rooms.

As soon as he was in the room, the door shut behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry hissed angrily. The calm that he had shown earlier disappearing quickly.

Draco smirked at him. "Feeling a little worried, Potter? Don't be, I'm not here to hurt you…at least not anytime soon."

Harry glared at him. "I want you out of this house."

"You know, I was certain that you would tell your relatives who I was the moment you saw me," Draco said, pretending Harry hadn't spoken. "Why is that?"

"None of your damn business!" Harry said, coming close to yelling it. His voice, though not loud enough to attract the attention of those still outside, was enough to wake Hedwig and cause her to hoot. Harry went to her cage and stuck his fingers through the bars to receive an affectionate nip. Once again, Vernon had locked her in.

Draco sighed and went to sit on one of the beds. Looking around the room, his nose wrinkled. "How can you live here? Everything screams 'muggle'. Where's all of your Wizarding things? And why is your owl locked up?"

Harry looked back at him. "You don't ever shut up, do you?" He asked.

Instead of taking insult, Draco said, "Of course not. Now, are you going to answer my questions?"

"Are you going to leave if I do?"

"No. I'm here under orders from Father, so that means I'm here to stay until he tells me otherwise. You're not the only one who's put out over this, you know. I had made plans with Blaise to go to Rome for the summer. Now, answer."

Harry didn't say anything for a moment, thinking. He understood that there wouldn't be any way to get rid of Draco for now, though he didn't like to admit it. As soon as he got a moment alone, however, he would send Dumbledore a letter. For now, though, it was best to make sure that Draco didn't get them into any trouble with his relatives.

"Do not mention the Wizarding world around them, Malfoy. Keep pretending you're from whatever school you told them you were from. They don't like being reminded that I'm a wizard, and they will not like to know that there are now two living under their roof.

"My stuff is hidden away, and I want you to keep you stuff in your trunks unless your doing your work, and never do it around them. Got that?"

Draco nodded, since he didn't have any intention of letting Harry's relatives find out about him, anyway. It would ruin his plans. Not that he believed a word the brunette was saying. Why would his family be anything but thrilled that their nephew is a wizard, and Harry Potter at that.

"Unpack your things, Malfoy," Harry said. He pointed towards the dresser he had move in there the day before. "That one is yours. And you're sitting on my bed."

Draco stood reluctantly. He had just been getting comfortable on the uncomfortable bed. Hopefully his didn't have as many lumps in it. He began to unpack his muggle clothes and put them into the empty draws. He pushed the trunk with his robes and school books under his bed out of the way.

Harry watched him closely, making sure he didn't have anything involving dark magic with him. It was clear that Harry didn't trust him at all and wouldn't let him out of his sight for long while he was in the house. While he was putting his hair and skin potions in a bottom drawer, the door opened.

He glanced over his shoulder to see Dudley standing in the doorway. He assumed his friends had already left for home.

"Dad wants you to come down," he said to Harry, a not-so-nice smile playing on his lips. "Now."

"What does he want?"

Dudley shot him a look, "Don't ask me. He's the one that wants you."

Harry looked reluctantly at Draco, clearly not wanting to leave him alone. Then, knowing it was better to see what Vernon wanted, he went downstairs.

Dudley looked over at Draco and licked his lips. "Me and the gang are going to our hangout spot. Wanna come? We can show you some real fun. Harry is too much of a goody-goody to join us, but I think you'd like it."

For a moment Draco thought of saying no. He still had to finish unpacking and, besides, he was here to keep an eye on Harry, to learn things about him. Anyway, Dudley gave him the creeps…kind of like Pansy did, but much worse.

But then something else crossed his mind. He was here to learn things about Harry. Who better to get information from than the large, and clearly stupid, cousin.

"Why not," Draco said with a small shrug. After all, what could a few muggles do to him? He followed Dudley out of the house, not realizing that he didn't have his wand with him.

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Sorry about the long wait. I hope you liked it. I have to say that this is turning out much better than the first time I wrote it. I'm changing things up a bit, and the relationship won't be going as fast as it had in the first one. I hope you like it. I'll try to update soon, but can't make any promises.