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Draco stared out the window at the pouring rain. He'd been with the Dursley's for nearly three days and, so far, had found the experience a total bore. Whenever Harry was around Mr. or Mrs. Dursley, the family was uncomfortably quiet, and when Harry wasn't around, all the two could do was brag about their son. Dudley himself watched Draco out of the corner of his eye, but never came close to him because of fear that Harry would make good on his promise.

It surprised Draco that the only person that he liked being around for more than two minutes was Harry. After that first day in the garden, the black haired boy had stopped wearing oversized clothes and had started putting on darker clothes that actually fit him. And, though Harry clearly didn't hide the fact that he still hated Draco, he at least tried to be civil. The two had only gotten into a few spats…ones that he had only started after hours of complete and utter border for something to do. If Harry hadn't been the Boy-Who-Lived, Draco probably would've realized sooner that he wasn't all that bad (though he would rather marry Pansy than admit it to anyone.)

He was enjoying having some time alone while Harry was in the shower. Though Draco understood why Harry kept a close watch on him and he didn't mind being around him for a while, he still missed being able to get away from everything and everyone. He missed being able to relax his guard for an hour or two before having to go back to the real world. With Harry always around, Draco had to stay alert. He still wasn't sure if Harry had accepted him being there or if he was just waiting for the right time to kick him out.

Across the hall, he heard the shower shut off and sighed. Not a minute later, Harry was in the room, towel wrapped around his waist and water trailing down his chest. Draco looked him over, a small smirk on his face when he saw a blush come to Harry's cheeks, then stared out the window again. Draco had noticed the very first night that Harry was easily embarrassed and had gone out of his way everyday since to bring that blush to his cheeks, even if it was only for a moment.

"Do you have to do that, Malfoy?" Harry snapped as he hid behind the wardrobe door to get dressed.

"Do what?" Draco asked innocently.

Sticking his head around the door, Harry glared at him. "Don't play dumb. You're already stupid enough as it is."

Draco shrugged. "I haven't done anything. Now get dressed, otherwise I'll think you were trying to seduce me."

Harry's blushed darkened and he pulled his head back. A few minutes later, he reappeared fully dressed. "You're an arse."

"At least I'm a hot arse…or that's what I'm told, anyway."

Harry's lips twitched as he fought back a smile and he changed the subject. "Dudley's gonna spend the night at a friends house, so you won't have to worry about him till late tomorrow."

Draco nodded, glad that Harry had thought to tell him. "Alright. What are we doing today?"

"Nothing we can do since it's raining so bad. Uncle Vernon's got to work and Aunt Petunia has a few appointments that should last most of the day, so we can watch TV in the living room once she leaves."

At the clueless look on Draco's face, Harry rolled his eyes. They hadn't spent much time inside since Harry had decided to show Draco around the neighborhood. Without the Dursley's around, it was a good day to teach Draco how to work muggle things.

"I'll show you," Harry said as he sat down on his bed. He watched as Draco walked away from the window, sat at the desk, and start to fiddle with a quill, something that was very out of character for the blonde. "Something wrong?"

Draco looked up at him, then down at the quill. He sat it back on the desk with a slight grimace. He had thought he had overcome the nervous habit before his first year at Hogwarts. "Just thinking."

Harry waited for Draco to say more, but nothing else came and he dropped it. They weren't friends, they didn't even like each other. There was no point in trying to learn anything about the blonde that didn't have to do with Voldemort or what Draco himself was planning to do while he was there.

They were quiet, neither looking at each other, for a few minutes. Draco started fiddling with the quill once again while Harry lay on his stomach and started to work on his Transfiguration work. It wasn't long, however, before he gave a frustrated sigh and shut the book a little harder than he had intended, causing Draco to jump in surprise and look at him.

"Need help?"

Harry looked surprised for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. I can't understand any of the stuff in here."

Draco sat the quill down again and went to sit next to Harry, who opened the book back up. Draco glanced through it for a minute before explaining it to Harry, pointing at pictures in the books and describing it in simpler terms.

After the work was finished, Harry smiled up at him, his eyes brighter than they had been since Draco had arrived. "Thanks."

"It's no problem, I'm used to it. Pansy's not that good in any of the classes, so I have to explain things to her all the time."

"Pansy?" Harry asked, trying to remember who she was.

"Parkinson. Girl who's always following me around."
"Right. The two of you close?"
"Betrothed…unfortunately. Our parents arranged it. I have to at least pretend to like her."

Harry shook his head. Ron had once told him that pureblood families usually arranged marriages for their children to keep the blood pure. He would never understand what was so important about it, though. In his opinion, people should choose who they married.

"I think Aunt Petunia left," he said. "Why don't I teach you how to play around with the TV."

Draco shrugged and stood up, Harry following. They went downstairs and Harry led him to the couch, picking up the remote. He told Draco which buttons did what, and then watched as Draco messed around with it.

When he stopped pressing buttons, Draco's eyes widened at the screen.

"What the bloody hell is that?"

Harry laughed. "It's Boobah's…a kid show. I always thought that they use the show to brainwash little kids into killing their parents and taking over the world. Scary, right?"

Draco nodded and changed the channel until he found something else…something less disturbing.

Harry leaned back against the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table, something he wouldn't have been allowed to do if his relatives were home. Draco pulled his legs onto the couch and wrapped his arms around them, never taking his eyes off the screen.

Harry found himself more interested in watching the way Draco's eyebrows would lower in confusion, laugh, or occasional jump than what was actually going on in the shows. The blonde's normally cold eyes brightened in delight and surprise, his face showing a childlike innocence that Harry had never thought he would see with Draco.

"Not all muggle things are bad," Harry said, and regretted speaking.

Instantly, the cold mask covered Draco's face and a slight frown came to his lips. "It's pathetic. If muggles had to come up with something like this just to pass their time, I'd hate see what else they could come up with."

"Not all muggles watch TV. There are also books, sports, games-"

"Whatever. I don't care what you think. The truth is, all muggles are worthless and the stuff they make is even worse. It's horrible how they live without magic."

"It's not like they have a choice."

"Which is even worse! At least if that blood traitor your so fond of took it in his head to break his wand in half and live like a muggle, he could always buy a new wand when he realized what a stupid idea it was to begin with."
Harry glared at him. "Don't talk about the Weasley's like that. You and your family are too close minded. You live the same way your ancestors did, never doing anything new. Things aren't the same now that they were then. Purebloods are dying out and more muggleborns are being born each year. The Weasley's know that and they're adjusting to it. You, on the other hand, try to pretend like it's not happening. At the rate wizards like you are going, there won't be any witches and wizards left. Purebloods have resorted to marrying their cousins! Soon you'll have no choice but to marry your siblings as well!"

Draco scowled. "If more pureblooded families stopped marrying muggles and mudbloods, we wouldn't have to marry our cousins!"

"It's because too many pureblood families don't marry muggles and muggleborns that you do! Tell me something, Malfoy. Are you even distantly related to Parkinson?"

Draco's cheeks reddened in anger and he jumped off the couch. "So what if I am?! You can't expect a Malfoy to marry someone less then pureblood! Our name is one of the few pureblooded ones left! And if I were to marry someone of lesser blood, it would not only ruin our reputation, but it we would never have a pureblood in our family again!"

Harry shook his head and stood up too. "You put too much credibility in blood lines. A person's blood doesn't decide what they're like. Even a muggleborn can be a powerful witch or wizard, just like someone from a pureblood family can be a squib."

Draco's eyes flashed. "What do you know? You're nothing more than a half blood raised by muggles."

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I had hoped to update before this, but school is starting on Tuesday and I'm copying all my stories into notebooks to take with me for faster updating…hopefully. It killed me to have Harry and Draco fight, but it had to be done, they were getting along too well. I hope you liked it. Review and I'll try to update soon, but I'll be a senior, which means more work (YUCK!)