Harry was in his room, reluctantly packing his bag while Draco sat and watched, also wearing a gloomy expression.

Harry couldn't believe that it was already Sunday. Time had flown by so fast, and he found that he did not want to go back to Sirius'. And what was making Harry nervous was his traveling back to Sirius' by Floo Powder. He had written to Mrs. Weasley the night before about possibly going to the Burrow's first and then going to Sirius' from there, as to not let Draco know where they were. Consequently, Draco would know something was up when Harry yelled "Black Manor" into the fireplace. It was not that he didn't trust Draco knowing about Sirius; it was whether he was allowed to know that he was in contact with him. Mrs. Weasley must have given it quite a bit of thought, because it wasn't until that moment that there was a tapping on the window, signaling Errol's arrival with her message.

"Whose owl is that?" Draco asked curiously as Harry opened the window to let Errol in.

"He's Ron's," Harry said, unrolling the scroll.

Harry,

I've written to Professor Dumbledore about the situation, and he seems to think that you telling Draco about Sirius is perfectly fine, seeing as he is no longer in league with his father. He seems to think that your trust in Draco is higher than all others. He does request, however, that you DO NOT tell him about the Order what so ever. See you this evening.

With Love, Mrs. Weasley

Harry nodded his head to himself, stuffing the letter into his already stuffed bag, Draco watching him all the while. "Everything ok?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. Listen, there's something I need to tell you," Harry said, sitting on the bed next to Draco. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad or anything," Harry said at the look on Draco's face.

"Ok," Draco sighed with relief, "what's up?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Ok, so here's the thing. I haven't been staying at Ron's house this break. I mean I have been staying with the Weasley's, just not at their house," Harry clarified, for Draco titled his head in confusion.

"Where have you been staying, then? I didn't think they could afford a vacation house." Draco said. Harry raised his eyebrows at him. "Sorry, force of old habit."

"I'll let it slide. Anyway, we've actually been staying at my godfather's house."

"You have a godfather?" Draco asked in surprise. "How come you've never told me that?"

"Well, see there is a very good reason I didn't tell you, so you can't repeat this to anyone, ok?" Harry asked, looking at Draco expectantly.

"Um ok," Draco said. "I promise I won't say anything to anyone."

"Pinky promise?" Harry said, holding out his pinky. Draco looked at it in confusion.

"Pinky what?"

Harry grabbed Draco's hand with his other and grabbed his pinky with his own. "There. It means now you can't break your promise." Harry said, letting go of Draco's pinky.

Draco smiled. "I don't know what just happened here, but you have my word Harry. Seriously."

Harry sighed. "Ok. Sirius Black is my godfather."

Draco's mouth fell open in shock. "Sirius Black?!"

"Shh!" Harry said, covering Draco's mouth with his hand. He stared at the bedroom door for a minute, hoping Draco's grandmother didn't hear. When he was absolutely sure she wasn't coming, he got up and shut the door. "Yes, Sirius is my godfather."

"But, I thought he was after you? I thought he was in league with the Dark Lord?" Draco asked, watching as Harry sat back down next to him.

"No, he was set up. Sirius is a great guy, like a real father to me, despite him having to be in hiding, that is." Harry explained, watching Draco's reaction.

"Because he's still wanted," Draco said, trying to take it all in. "Ok, and you're telling me this because…?"

"Because…um…well this is where it gets awkward. You see, he's staying at Black Manor and –"

"Black Manor?" Draco interrupted, sitting up at the name. "That's where my grandfather grew up!"

Harry was taken aback by this statement. "Really?" Harry knew that Draco and Sirius were related, but he didn't realize his grandfather actually grew up in the very house that he was staying in.

"Yeah! I'm actually related to Sirius. He's like my cousin, or something," Draco said, waving it off.

"Second cousin. Yeah, Sirius was telling me about that. He was showing me the family tree, actually." Harry said, happy that Draco was taking this well.

"The family tree?" Draco said excitedly. "My grandpa used to talk about that all the time! My grandmother has always wanted to see it, but never got the chance to. We thought the house was off limits or something."

"Nah, the house was left to Sirius is someone's will or something. Anyway, I'm telling you this because I didn't want you to get confused when I went back through the fireplace." Harry said.

"Well, I really appreciate you telling me," Draco said, "and I promise I won't say anything about Sirius. I'll keep this pinky thing." Draco chuckled, looking at his pinky.

As Harry was finished packing, they made their way down the stairs and to the living room where the fireplace was located. Draco went to the mantel piece and grabbed a flowered vase and went to stand next to stand next to Harry once more. "Well, I guess this is it," Draco said, heaving a sigh.

"Look on the bright side, at least we'll see each other again in two weeks," Harry said, referring to the end of their holiday break.

"That's true," Draco said, holding out the flower pot to Harry. He dipped his hand inside and pulled out a fistful of Floo powder.

"Don't forget to thank your grandma for me. I do wish I could have said goodbye."

"I will. Sorry, she was so tired I just didn't have the heart to wake her." Draco said.

"I know," Harry smiled. He took a step towards Draco, planting a soft kiss on his lips, then wrapping his arms around him in a goodbye hug; Draco briefly hugged back before pulling apart.

"You take care of yourself. I'll see you in a couple of weeks." Draco said as Harry stepped into the fireplace, hoisting his duffle little higher on his shoulder.

"I will, and feel free to write to me every now and then." Draco gave Harry the thumbs up. Harry threw the powder into the fireplace, said, "Black Manor," and disappeared from Black Cottage.

The trip through the fireplaces was just as bad the first. Harry could feel his breakfast churning in his stomach as he kept his eyes closed tightly. He could hear the rushing of wind in his ears, and was starting to get dizzy until he felt his feet hit solid ground. He toppled over, landing hard on his side – there was no strong hands to catch him this time. Instead, he heard a pair of shuffling feet.

"You ok, Harry?" Ron asked, as he bent down to help him up.

"Yeah, thanks," Harry grabbed Ron's offered hand and stood up, brushing the soot off himself.

"How was Draco's?" Hermione asked, helping him to brush off the spots he missed.

"Oh, it was great!" Harry said excitedly as the three friends made their way up to Harry and Ron's bedroom.

"What'd you guys do?" Ron asked, as he and Hermione sat on Ron's bed, watching Harry unpack on his own.

"We talked mostly, you know, just getting to know each other a little better." Harry said.

"In other words, this was a much needed weekend for you two," Hermione said, smiling at how happy her best friend looked.

"Very much so!" Harry said, reflecting upon the events that had happened. He was still debating whether he wanted to tell them about what he saw in the fireplace, but then decided not to. There was no need to worry them, especially since Mrs. Black knew already and was going to deal with it. "So what have you guys been up to?"

"Well, we've pretty much cleaned the rest of the house. We spent much of yesterday just hanging around." Hermione said.

"Yeah, bit boring, really. But now that you're back, maybe we could have a round of wizard's chess?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Sure!" Harry said, putting the last of his things away. "That's go!"

The three friends made their way down to the living room, where they played wizard chess for much of the rest of the day, occasionally watching random members of the Order filtering in and out of the house. Harry's head wasn't with the game much today – he was thinking of the past weekend, and wanting the rest of break to go by fast.

Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter!