Malfoy's eyes sprang open, as he looked at Harry Potter. He shut them carefully, making it look like he was blinking rapidly. "Potter?!" he asked, his voice ringing with consternation.

A moment later, Draco Malfoy seemed to realize where he was - in a koala-style embrace of Harry Potter. Hurriedly, he released the grown man - in Auror robes, no less!

Draco Malfoy fell to the floor with a thump, landing hard on his arse. "Oww!" he cried out, not making an effort to get up.

Harry Potter seemed to be trying to regain a semblance of dignity (true dignity was actually unknown to the bloke, Draco thought crossly.), stepping back and leveling his wand at Draco Malfoy.

Draco glared upward at Harry, his mouth curled into a frown. He was not amused. This was not amusing. There was no need to laugh.

In one smooth motion, Draco sprang to his feet - not at all surprised to find Harry Potter's wand rising with him.

"Potter, why in Merlin's sweet name are you in my house?!" Draco Malfoy said, as Harry Potter's mouth opened. Draco spat a quick timespell, looking at the results and said, "At FIVE in the MORNING!?"

Harry Potter again opened his mouth, only to be cut off by an incensed Draco Malfoy. "You do realize I have wards for a reason, don't you? They're to keep you and yours out, unless invited. Care to show me your engraved invitation?"

"No," Harry Potter growled, "I came to deliver a warning."

"Oh, a warning! And for this, you felt compelled to break into my house, at FIVE in the MORNING?!" Draco Malfoy looked him up and down.

"Yeah. I don't know what your game is - In fact, I don't care what scheme you're concocting. If you so much as hurt a hair on Hermione's head..." Harry Potter growled at Draco Malfoy, who found himself comparing Potter to Moody. They both had the same devil-may-care attitude.

"You have no right to be here, do you?" Draco Malfoy hissed contemplatively, "Not at five in the morning. Not when I only went on a date Friday night. Ministry's not open till nine, is it?"

Harry Potter's response was a glare - the sort that told Draco he was right on target.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you'd be in, if I told your superiors?" Draco Malfoy said with a slow, Slytherin smile.

"You wouldn't." Harry Potter spat.

"Perhaps not, " Draco Malfoy said with another granite smile, "But if you aren't out of here in ten seconds, I will tell Granger." Draco smirked at the unusual sound of apparition that greeted his pronouncement. Harry Potter, unusually wise of him, appeared to be quite afraid of Granger's response.

Whistling to himself, Draco lay back down to try and get another four hours sleep before morning.

[a/n: Draco is a bastard. Write a review!]