What the hell?! I was writing this chapter and then it was erased! Just out of nowhere! What the fuck?! I... I ….UGH!!!!!!!! It was going so well and everything!!

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After I was done with my anger rant, Hi. I noticed after reading over the chapters that Harry fell asleep a lot and I just want you to know he'll be awake this time. Promise.

Enjoy! ^__^

Or I'll explode. Simple as that. -_-

Harry woke up to find himself in the same room as before. The only difference was a new, green blanket that was strewn over the convertor. Harry lifted his hand and felt it. It was made of wool and was soft- like a cloud. Harry saw his glasses on the same table as before and put them on. He got up and went out of the room and started to walk down the hallway.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but he didn't want to stay in the room. He accepted his fate, that he was going to stay there a while, at least until he found a way to escape and return to Hogwarts. He shivered. It was a little cold after being under the covers for so long.

He was just about to give up walking ( As he was getting no where ) and go back to the room when he ran into Tom. They had bumped into each other as they turned a corner at the same time. Tom was barely nudged, but Harry was knocked off his feet and fell to the ground.

" Ow! " Harry made to stand while reaching around for his glasses, which had fell off when he fell. He felt Tom help him to stand, then reach down to picked up his glasses. He nodded in thanks as Tom handed them to him. He put the glasses on and saw Tom nod in return.

" Why are you walking around? I thought you would want to stay in the room. " Harry shrugged but stayed silent. Just because he'd accepted that he was going to be there for some time, didn't mean he had to talk to Tom- or anyone else there for that matter. Tom sighed.

" Well come on. You were asleep a long time. Its morning. Let's find you a change of clothes and some breakfast. " Tom started to walk the way Harry just came from. Harry followed behind him. Tom lead him back to the room ( His room? ) and walked over to the closet. Harry sat on the bed, waiting. Tom walked out soon after with a black T-shirt and some jeans.

" I hope these will do. " He gave the clothes to Harry before walking to the door.

" I'll be waiting outside until you finish. " And he shut the door. Harry took another look at the clothes before taking off the pajamas and dressing in them. They were comfortable, if not a little big. Harry liked them. He walked to the door and opened it. True to his word, Tom was outside the door. Tom smiled when he saw him and together they continued down the hall.

It wasn't long until they came to a dining room, which lead to a kitchen nearby. Mr. Malfoy and Draco were seated at the table. They both had cups off coffee sitting beside them. Harry heard Tom and Mr. Malfoy say hello to each other before Tom suggested having a house elf bring some pancakes. When Harry heard that he went over to Tom and grabbed his sleeve. Tom turned to him and Harry shook his head.

" Don't get a house elf. " He then walked into the kitchen. He would cook. He enjoyed it and it would give him some time to be alone. He found the things to make pancakes and started cooking. It wasn't too long until the smell of the cooking batter drifted throughout both the kitchen and the dining room. While he waited for the pancakes, he took out some Strawberries and Blueberries he had conjured up after finding the pancake ingredients and some milk. He set the milk and Strawberries on the counter and put the blueberries into the pancakes. When they were finished, he put the pancakes on some plates and poured the milk into glasses. The Strawberries, he sat next to the pancakes. He then conjured up some chocolate syrup ( For the Strawberries ) and some maple syrup. Carefully, he balance the four plates and brought them into the dining room.

The 3 others in the dining room stared in slight shock. Harry cooked? For them? Harry set a plate in front of the men, respectively. He then went back for the glasses, repeated the process, then yet again went back and sat the chocolate and maple syrups and sat them in the middle of the table. He sat down at his seat and began to slowly eat. After a minute or two, he looked up to see the others in the room still staring into space. He sighed.

" Why aren't you eating? I made it so eat the damn food already and quit staring at it like it turned pink, sprouted 3 heads, and said it was your mama! "

Tom, Mr. Malfoy, and Draco, were jolted out of their stupor at Harry's statement. Embarrassed, they began to eat but not before Tom said a quiet " Language. " to Harry. Harry shrugged and continued to eat.

It was a semi-pleasant affair. While it was awkward for obvious reasons, the men were relaxed, even Harry, who had not been relaxed before, as he was mainly disturbed at the recent events. Within a few minutes, they were done eating and before anyone could say anything, Harry started to gather the plates.

" No, Harry. Sit down. You don't have to do that, let one of the house elves do it. " Harry glanced at Tom and shook his head.

" I like cleaning and cooking. It relaxes me....gives me comfort. Besides, its what I'm used to. " Harry gave them a small, sad, mysterious smile at their confused looks and went into the kitchen.

After he gathered all of the dishes together, he started to wash them. He washed the first dish and reached for a rag that was hung up next to him. When he didn't feel anything, he glanced toward where the object should be.

Draco was standing next to him with the rag. His eyes were downcast, briefly glancing up at Harry before returning to there original position. Draco's hand grabbed the plate from his hand and started to clean it. Harry stared for a few more moments, wondering why he was helping him. He turned back soon, however, and continued to wash the dishes.

They stood like that, washing the dishes almost rhythmically, in silence. Because there were such few dishes, they were done in 10 minutes. Draco sat the rag on the counter and Harry and he dried their hands.

They stood there, facing each other, not really sure what to do. Finally Draco looked up almost shyly.

" Would you like to take a walk? " Harry thought it over and decided it couldn't be too bad. He whispered.

" Okay. "

Draco POV ( I think. It might switch to Harry so be aware that it might change without me noticing, okay? )

Draco lead them outside into the gardens. It was beautiful, and peaceful. There was a variety of flowers strewn all over the grounds. They were of all colors, types, and sizes. Reds, Blues, Purples, Yellows, Pinks, and more. The trees had dark leaves that fluttered with every breeze. Blossoms grew on some of them, making a few rain around the two boys and land softly on the ground.

The pair walked, enjoying the pleasant scenery that surrounded them. However, a need became more apparent for a conversation. Before the silence could become too tense, as he didn't want to ruin this chance to talk to Harry, he spoke.

" So....It seems we'll be spending more time together, huh? " Draco could have slapped himself. How bad was that? Not only was it awkward sounding, but it also reminded Harry of his predicament.

Harry looked at him and shrugged. It was obvious he felt awkward too.

" I guess. " Draco tried again.

" Its a nice day out. We could have a picnic....or something. I could tell you more about why you're here. Things that the Dark lord and father won't tell you, at least not yet. " Draco studied Harry. He looked as if he was considering it. Finally, he nodded.

" Okay. When? " Draco smiled. He agreed!

" This afternoon. A time time after lunch but before dinner. Maybe....3:30? "

" That would be okay. " Suddenly, Harry frowned.

" What about Tom? And your father? " Draco shrugged. He hadn't thought of that but he didn't think they would cause much of a problem.

" It would be alright with them, I'm sure. I'll ask anyway, just in case. Okay? "

" Alright. " Draco grinned. He would make sure it was perfect. He refused to mess this up.

The pair continued on, Draco telling Harry stories about his home and his experiences in Hogwarts. Harry listened, making a few, small comments every once in a while.

Draco looked at Harry. Since he had shared some stories about his life, maybe Harry would share something about his.

" What was your life like? " He saw Harry face go into a grimace. That only made him more intrigued. Harry sighed and turned away from him. He went into a daze, remembering things.

Maybe things he didn't wanted to remember.... Draco pondered. After a time, Harry looked back at Draco.

" I'll just say it was nothing like yours. " Draco didn't like that. Something was definitely wrong. He would talk with Tom about this soon.

(Yeah. I finally made Draco call him something other than ' The Dark Lord ' )

Seeing How uncomfortable Harry really was, Draco decided to drop the topic.

" What about Hogwarts. I'm sure you have loads of thing to say about the Mudblood and the Weasel. "

(One more thing. The Mudblood and The Weasel. When I wrote that I laughed so hard. It sounds like a band! )

Harry shrugged. " There's not really that much to tell, not anymore. "

" Why? " The trio was having some problems? This was interesting.

" I'm just not as close to them anymore. I can't be around them as much because of my heart. The spats they constantly have get on my nerves sometimes, and in turn, making my heart beat faster. It hurts a lot when that happens, but when I try to have some time away from them or to leave even for a minute to give my heart some time to slow down, they get mad. They yell, and say I've changed, that I'm not their friend anymore. Our friendship hasn't broken yet, but its getting there, sadly. "

Draco nodded in sympathy. It had to be hard on him.

" It will be alright. " Harry gave him a half- smile.

" Thanks. " Harry looked up at the sky before turning his eyes back to him.

" Lets go back, okay? "

Draco smiled, trying to cheer the boy up. He felt guilty for bringing the subject up and making the boy sad.

" Okay. "

The boys started to head back in silence. Draco started to plan the picnic. Now he was even more determined to make the picnic a fun occasion. He had to cheer Harry up somehow.

He had to do something to make the boy smile. He just looked to sad, even by his standards.

…......He also had to find out about Harry's home life. He feared for the worst

Sorry its a bit short. But its in the middle of the night 2:00am, and I want to get a Christmas fic up by tomorrow. No, its not for Harry Potter, so if anybody was hoping it would be, sorry.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY YULE, HANUKKAH, NEW YEARS, AND ANY OTHER HOLIDAY YOU CELEBRATE