Draco looked at Potter as he opened the door to 12 Grimmauld place, which remained hidden away by magic to protect Potter from unwanted visitors, namely, reporters from the Daily Prophet.

Draco looked around at the home of his family line in the state of disrepair it still was in and grimaced. "Tragic." He said.

"Hmm?" Potter hadn't even looked back at him as he took off his robes and hung them in a cupboard hidden in the entrance corridor. Draco followed his example and allowed Potter to hang the robe up as he turned to look into the sorry state for a drawing-room.

"I couldn't possibly stay in this place! It's in a terrible state!" Malfoy said passing his finger by a banister but was surprised to see it was spotless. Clearly the work of a house-elf, but there was only so much a house-elf can do with the crumbling wallpaper, the moisture damage, and the spiders hovering in the rafters.

"The door's right there." Potter said uncaringly as he entered straight ahead to what seemed like the kitchen. Draco grit his teeth together, following him into a much warmer room. It seemed like Potter spent a great deal of time in the kitchen because it looked a world apart from what he'd seen so far. A warm glow came from the aga as Potter lit it with a wave of his wand and everything looked tidy, clean and well kept.

"I see this is where your house-elves spend most of their time." He said.

"Kreacher does what he can, I've told him to focus on the kitchen for now since I spend most of my time here."

Draco smirked, self-satisfied at having guessed correctly, and sat himself down. He felt exhausted already. He took a deep breath to relax, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Now that he knew why he was so tired all the time, going to sleep by nine now made more sense. Looking at the wooden clock against the wall he could see it was ten-thirty and pushing his remaining energy reserves.

Potter came back and Draco only just realized that he had popped out while he was fighting sleep. "I asked Kreacher to tidy up a room for you. You looked about ready to keel over." Potter said. "Do you want some tea while we wait?" He asked and Draco considered it.

"Tea… would be appreciated." He said, sighing. "I will pay for all of this." Draco insisted as Potter went about putting water to boil.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

Draco refused to receive free help from most people and Harry Potter was definitely on that list of people. He was going to pay him back tenfold so he wouldn't be indebted to him in any way, shape, or form.

"You shut up, Potter." He thought he said, but in fact, he'd managed to doze off.

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Harry turned off the kettle as it started to hiss and prepared two mugs of Earl Grey tea from the muggle store. If Malfoy thought he kept loose leaf lying around he was sorely mistaken. Without realizing it he put in half a scoop of sugar and a splash of milk before turning to give it to Malfoy. It didn't occur to him that Malfoy may not like tea anymore the way he did back in school.

"Here you… go?" Malfoy was asleep, curled into his folded arms, a serene expression on his face, one which Harry had never seen before. Harry sat across from him putting the cups down silently, sipping his own tea as he stared at Draco Malfoy.

Two weeks of looking after a colicky Teddy had been exhausting, but he didn't expect it would have affected his need for social interaction so much to be desperate enough to dine with Malfoy and start doing him favours.

He reached forward and shook him by the shoulder gently. Malfoy groaned and opened his eyes slowly.

"What happened?" Malfoy asked confused and then saw the tea. "Oh, thank you."

"Never thought I'd hear you say thank you." Harry said amused. Malfoy glared but after a sip of tea all he did was relax.

"Who knew famous Potter knew how to make tea the right way." Malfoy commented. He sipped his tea, but halfway through he was quickly starting to doze off again.

"Want to go up and see if the room is ready?" Harry asked. Malfoy didn't answer, simply stood up and followed him. Kreacher had done a decent job and the room at least smelt fresh. Malfoy didn't even look around. He went straight for the bed and fell on top of it, falling asleep within seconds.

Perplexed, Harry closed the door and returned to the kitchen. He sat down to finish his own cup of tea and glanced at the pile of unread daily prophets on the table. His curiosity peaked and he reached for the one from two weeks ago.

oOoOoOo

Narcissa walked with her head held high, her posture perfect, her steps short and poised as she made her way gracefully through her manor. She'd spent a good couple of years refurbishing everything, tearing down anything and everything that reminded her of the dark lord and his uncouth and savage followers, including her own sister.

Though her heart twinged at the memory of Bellatrix, in a way she had already thought of her sister as dead for the longest time while she was still rotting away in Azkaban.

Somehow her family had made it through a second time. Though their name still had a lot to do in terms of recovery, given enough time she knew money would wash away the scrutiny. Her charity work was going well, Lucius was helping her make it a success and now they had been blessed with the chance of a second child.

She never thought it would happen again. Draco's conception had been hard, even the best conception potions and fertility spells failed in helping her conceive. She had started to worry that the Malfoy head, at that time Abraxas Malfoy was still the head of the house, would annul their marriage on the grounds of her being barren. Lucius promised to leave no stone unturned, and they even started using spells from abroad. They had just about started to give up when she fell ill with morning sickness and nine months later Draco was in her arms after a gruelling birthing process. Now without even trying she would be blessed again. Maybe without Abraxas hovering around, she would be able to enjoy her pregnancy this time.

She knocked on Draco's door and sighed hearing no response. "Darling, you didn't come for dinner." She waited for Draco's usual response, but it never came. Odd. "Darling, you really must eat something, shall I get the house elves to make you something?" Again. Silence.

Narcissa didn't hesitate. She pulled her wand out. "Alohamora." The door clicked open and she entered, but Draco was nowhere to be seen. Shredded newspapers lay around the bed and an opened letter sat on his writing desk.

Did he go to visit someone? No, Draco would have mentioned it to her.

She frowned and her maternal instincts made her heart race with concern. She grabbed the letter, seeing it addressed from St. Mungo's and she had to sit down. Once she had sat down she read over it again. Then again. Maybe it had been sent to him by mistake and it was meant for her?

No, it didn't look like it was.

Her mind was reeling with worries. Where was he? Who was he with? What was going through his mind? She tried to think back to earlier, when Draco had come to congratulate her. Had he told Lucius? Had Lucius said something to him?

Narcissa rose to her feet and stomped through the corridors to Lucius' study, slamming the door open making Lucius jump in his chair, almost spill his writing ink, and drop his quill.

"Narcissa? What's wrong?" He asked confused. In all the years they had been together she had never behaved as she was doing now. She threw the letter at him.

"Did you tell him to leave?" She asked very slowly.

"What are you saying? Tell who?" Lucius asked looking at the letter. "What's..." Lucius clearly thought this was a letter addressed to her, until he focused on the name it was addressed to. He paled and looked from the note to the letter. "Where's Draco?" He demanded, heading for the door.

"What did you tell him? Lucius!" She called after him as he stormed toward Draco's room.

"Draco!" Lucius yelled but there was no response.

"He's gone! Lucius, he's gone! What did you tell him!" She exclaimed, making him turn around, shaking him by grabbing onto his vest.

"He didn't mention this, Narcissa I swear if I had known..." He paused looking away with a glimmer of guilt.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"I was trying... to get him to obey... and marry a witch. I only wanted what was best for him." Lucius insisted.

"If you do not tell me what you said I swear to Merlin himself you will not live to see your second child be born." She practically growled at him.

"I blamed him... for choosing that wizard. I told him this was why he should have married a witch... and told him he would marry someone we chose within a year, or I would disown him." Lucius admitted and Narcissa let go of him.

"No family will take him after siring a child." She mumbled.

"I didn't know. We... need to find him." Lucius said. Narcissa took a deep breath, she would unleash her rage on Lucius once she had her baby back in her arms. "We need to call his friends. We can't let anyone see him in that condition." She couldn't resist and swung her hand across his face at the thought that he was still thinking about his reputation.

"Believe me, Lucius Malfoy that you have not yet known the extent of the anger I feel for you right now. Draco is out there, Merlin knows where in that state! Where is he going to go?" She had never blamed him for anything. Never, not even when the Dark Lord invaded their home. Even when the Dark Lord placed an impossible task on Draco's shoulders at the tender age of sixteen.

"Narcissa, I-"

"Listen very carefully, Lucius. If anything happens to my baby, I. Will. Kill. You." She shoved him away from her and stormed off.