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Chapter Two

Soon the two were in
front of a painting of three men in
three different sections. All were facing the opposite direction. One
man, the
one in the middle, a tall man with black hair past his ears, looked
very sneaky
holding his wand lit and a map in his hand. The second man, the one
closest to
the left, was a sandy haired man and he was bent over a large text,
looking
determined. The last man, the one on the right, was the one that caught
Draco’s
attention. This man was looking up, a hand shielding the sun from his
eyes. He
held a broom in his left hand and was dressed in Quidditch robes. A
shiny badge
glinted off of the robes but Draco could not tell for what the badge
was for.
He had black hair and, like the others, was facing backwards but as the
blond
head boy looked between his companion and the man in the painting he
noted the
similarities.

“Who are these people?”

Harry looked at him and
at the
painting, “MPP.”

The middle man, the one
with the wand lit, snapped to
attention and was transformed into Gryffindor robes, “All of them?”

“Yes. The Hallway,
please.”

“Of
course, Harry my boy!”

“Could you tell me if
...?”

“He is.”

“Thanks, Padfoot.”

“Not a problem,” the
man named Padfoot smiled and opened
the painting wide. Harry stepped into The Hallway that appeared from
behind the
canvas and Draco followed. Three more portraits lined the antechamber,
each of
a different animal. A wolf, a dog and a stag. Draco turned to look at
anything
behind him and gasped. It was the other side of the painting on the
outside.
Each of the men’s names was under the canvas. James Potter, Sirius
Black and
Remus Lupin.

“You can stay in
Sirius’ room.”

“He’s not... in there
is he?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh. Why there though?”

“The rooms only allow
relations, children of the Marauders
or the Marauders themselves. You are related to Sirius. Walk up to the
image of
the large black dog and say ‘Padfoot’. It will ask your name; your full
name.
Give it to the painting. The dog will know who you are. Enter the room
and find
the door with a star on it. It’s the bedroom. Feel free to use any of
the
clothing. You two are around the same size and height. Have fun,” Harry
explained everything and turned to the stag before turning back around.
“If
Remus walks inside you will know beforehand. I’ll tell him you will be
staying
with us tonight, so he doesn’t scare you. Good night, Draco.”

He vanished behind the
stag. Draco shivered, nervous about
entering a dead man’s room but still did as told. The painting gave him
a nasty
look at first before he told it that Harry was allowing him to stay
there. The
dog’s eyes softened at the mention of the Potter and opened the door
for the
blond boy. As soon as he was over the threshold, he yawned loudly and
he walked
into the large room, not really taking it all in. He found the door
with the
star on it, pretty quickly and entered before stripping and falling
into bed,
strangely suddenly very tired.

He was awoken the next
morning by the sunlight streaming
into the large room. He blinked his eyes, willing them to open before
he yawned
groggily and sat up, rubbing his eyes, which just wouldn’t awaken.

“Good morning
Mr.Malfoy.”

“Professor Lupin?”

“Yes?”

Draco shook his head
and opened his eyes once more. Remus
Lupin stood near the large, long windows, a long cord in his hand. As
he pulled
it down and the drapes parted, blinding Draco for a moment. Draco kept
his eyes
closed until he heard Remus moving around. His silver orbs opened once
again
and he watched as his old Professor moved around the large room. He had
a
small, content smile on his face and seemed very happy about something.

“How did you know I was
in here?”

“Harry.”

“He talks to you?”

“Of course! So much
sometimes I can never get him to shut
up. Being silent in public is hard,” Remus grinned and walked though an
open
door.

Draco stood from the
bed and followed his old Professor
into the large bathroom. Remus was bent double and produced two fluffy
white
towels from under the long sink. Draco looked around at the bathroom,
expecting
to see it decked out in Gryffindor colours but it was not. The colours
were
light and everything looked expensive. He looked back into the room he
had been
sleeping in and noticed that it looked much like the bathroom. Light
reds and
creams filled the rooms with the doorknobs and tap in the bathroom a
rich gold.

“Is the whole place
done up like this?”

“Pretty much. Except
for the potions room. It’s done in
black and silvers.”

Draco nodded and
watched as Remus set the towels near the
large tub in the middle of the bathroom, “Enjoy your bath. Breakfast
starts in
an hour.” Then the sandy haired man vanished.

Draco shook his head.
All of the people who seemed close
to Harry Potter certainly knew how to just vanish. Draco sighed and
stripped
from his boxers to nothing before sliding into the large, lush tub. He
sat back
and closed his heavy lids, just letting the water relax his aching
muscles.
This bath would have been perfect last night but he had been far too
tired to
even think of a bath. The room was silent. Nothing moved until a sound
of feet
hitting the floor caused Draco to snap open his eyes. He froze in
place,
wishing he had brought his wand in with him and listened. He heard a
whispered
enchantment and sighed, but did not relax. Whispered voices followed
and
footsteps told Draco that the people had left.

He finished his bath
quickly and found a large, fluffy
robe on the back of the door. Slipping it on over his naked body he
left the
lush bathroom and found himself back in the room he had slept in. The
bed was
made and clothes were folded on it. As he walked to the door he noticed
that
they were, shockingly, his own clothes.

He opened his door, not
caring if anyone saw him in the
fluffy white robe, and gasped. The room was now huge. The Slytherin
looked
around at the place Harry and his old professor called home, and nodded
in
approval. The boy sure did know how to live. He noted every door his
eyes
landed upon. There were a total of sixteen. He assumed most were
bedrooms and
bathrooms. Walking out the doorway of his room, he looked down the
long, narrow
room. In the middle was a large fireplace with the same painting he had
seen
last night over the mantel. Voices filled the room, familiar voices.

“Perfect Remus, just
perfect. Take the enchantments down
and scare the poor boy while you’re at it. Did you ever pause to
think?”

“Well excuse me, your
highness! I was just doing what I
thought would be right. If I were him, I’d want to be around people.”

Draco smiled. He could
hear the smirk in Harry’s voice,
“Yes, but sadly, Remus, you are not him. You have to come to terms with
that.”

Draco heard a smack and
a loud “OW!” before the owners of
the voices came into view. The two paused and both grinned.

“Nice robe,” Harry
said.

Draco looked down as if
just realizing he was standing in
the middle of Harry Potter and Remus Lupin’s apartment in only a robe.
Silver
eyes narrowed and Draco scowled, which caused the laughter to break and
Remus
doubled over, shaking with amusement. Harry simply gained a delighted
look in
his eyes. Draco huffed and stomped back into the room that had been
given to
use. He knew Harry was trying his best to not laugh at him, but still,
by not
laughing at him but still, the hilarity did not go unnoticed.

Draco entered the room
and grabbed the clothing off the
bed before heading to the bathroom. He paused to look around and nodded
again.
The room was acceptable for a Malfoy. He went into the bathroom and
dressed
before staring at his own reflection in the mirror. He looked perfect.
Just
like always, and he hated it. He hated his perfect life because nothing
was
really perfect, except for him. He had two loving parents who weren’t
really
dark. He had the perfect house, large and airy. The perfect childhood.
Love and
affection thrown at him in bucketfuls. He had money and fame, in his
own way.
But there was one thing he wanted and didn’t have: the love of person
besides
his parents. He sighed and left the room, knowing that his hour was up
and that
he was expected at breakfast. It was then he paused, remembering
something.

He stepped out of the
room and looked around, finding the
person he was looking for almost instantly. Harry looked different
somehow.
Then it dawned on Draco; he wasn’t dressed how he normally dressed. No,
Harry
was in jeans, blue jeans. Jeans that hug low on his hips, that, when he
walked,
pooled around his feet, jeans that were obviously too long for him but
fit him
in every other way. He was wearing a plain green t-shirt that hugged
his chest
in a way Draco thought was impossible. He was barefoot and his hands
were
shoved in his pockets. He was staring out the window, his back towards
Draco.
The blonde stepped forward and stopped behind the black haired boy.

“Are you going to
breakfast?” Harry asked, knowing who was
behind him.

“Yes.”

Harry nodded.

“Are you going to be
unspoken again today?” Draco asked.

“Probably.”

“Why?”

“I don’t really have
anything to say.”

Draco nodded.

“Do you want to make
our friendship known?”

“Friendship? I thought
it was a truce.”

Harry smiled and turned
around, “It’s whatever you want it
to be.”

Draco smiled back,
feeling the tension in the air vanish.
Feeling everything that they had ever done to one another immediately
vanish
with a shrug of shoulders from the raven head. Draco knew, from what he
had
been told by Remus, that he could trust Harry and planned on doing just
that.

“Do what you want.”

The Gryffindor nodded
and turned back around to stare out
the window. Draco followed his gaze and knew why Harry was here in the
first
place. Ron and Hermione were outside taking a morning walk around the
lake.
They held hands and looked so in love. Draco stepped up behind Harry
and felt a
sudden need to touch him. Before he realized what he was doing he
wrapped his
arms around the Gryffindors waist and set his head gently on his
shoulder.
Harry did not move, and did not push Draco away. They stood like that
for a
while before Harry set his hands on Draco’s.

He leaned back and
spoke, “Is there a reason why we are
standing like this?”

“You seemed like you
needed to be held.”

“I’d never picture you
as someone who would just hold
someone else.”

“My mother will just
randomly come up behind you and hold
you if you need to be. I felt as if I should try it and gave it a long
shot.
Shockingly, my mother and father are very sweet and loving. They are
nothing
like how you think they are.”

“I have no doubt.”

They paused and neither
moved.

“Why does this feel so
right?” Harry whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“Does it feel right to
you too?”

“Yes. Is this something
we should be scared about?” Draco
asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

Harry spun around in
the other boys arms. He leaned
forward and set a hand on the back of the taller boy’s neck. Draco
froze as
Harry gently pulled his face down to him so they were level before he
whispered
in his ear, “You can’t help who you fall in love with.”

He pulled his face out
the crook of Draco’s neck and
stared at him. Emerald eyes clashed with silver. They didn’t know who
leaned
forward first although later they would think it was both of them. But
what
they would know was that their lips met in a soft kiss. They pulled
away
together and Draco blinked before he attacked the soft lips of his
companion once
more. Harry slid his hands up around Draco’s neck and brought the two
even
closer.

Remus poked his head
out of his room, which was near the
two boys, and smiled. He noted that the window hangings were open and
tiptoed
to them to close the heavy drapes. He scanned the grounds of Hogwarts,
looking
for anyone, before he charmed the fabric closed, not knowing that
someone had
indeed seen them. He vanished back into his room to leave the two young
boys
alone.

On the grounds below
Hermione Granger nudged her boyfriend
Ron Weasley and pointed up, to where Remus Lupin’s head poked out. His
wand was
out and he was looking the other way with a smile on his face but
still, after
seeing him so many times over the course of four years, she knew that
it was
undeniably him. Ron looked up and did not see Remus. Instead he saw a
couple.
They were kissing, holding each other tightly, not caring if the world
saw
them. Ron and Hermione smiled at each other before turning back, only
to see
nothing. They gasped simultaneously and looked at each other, both
wondering
what had just happened before they shrugged it off and continued to
walk to the
school.

Up above Harry and
Draco pulled apart, only because of the
much needed air. They stared at one another for the longest of time
before
Harry let his hands, which were still wrapped around the taller boy’s
neck,
drop to his sides. He leaned forward and laid his head on Draco’s chest
bringing his hands to rest of each side of his head. Draco pulled the
smaller
boy as close as possible, and they stood there, Draco running his hands
up and
down Harry’s back.

“That was unexpected.”

“You shouldn’t live for
the expected.”

“Are you going to talk
like that all day?”

“I am mute. I can’t
talk all day.”

Draco smiled, still
holding Harry.

“Um. You guys are
already late for breakfast, I’d leave
now so there is still food on the table,” Remus said suddenly from his
room.
Harry blinked and looked over Draco’s shoulder at the slightly open
door. Harry
smiled softly and looked up at Draco.

“Ready to face the
world?”

“Of course.”

The soft smile turned
into a grin and Harry wiggled out of
Draco’s arms before jogging off to his room. He exited less then a
minute later
with shoes on his feet and an open robe over his shoulders. He smiled
at Draco
and together the two of them wandered down to the room Draco had been
using. He
grabbed his shoes and pulled them on before slipping a plain black robe
with
the Slytherin crest on over his white shirt and black pants. Harry’s
robe was
also plain black but had the Gryffindor crest on it.

“Bye Remus!”

“Bye Harry. See you
later.”

Harry walked to an
absolutely blank wall and tapped a
random brick three times. The wall transformed into an opening and they
walked
into the completely empty hall. The two most opposite people started
down the
hall, Harry explaining what they were going to do once they reached the
Great
Hall. It was simple; they would walk in together with Draco speaking
and Harry
responding in some way. Harry froze as they neared and shot a glance at
the
calm Slytherin. He grabbed his hand and pulled him to him. Their lips
met once
more in a much more passion filled kiss. When they parted, their lips
were pink
and they smiled at each other.

Then Draco asked a
question, “How will I get to you
without people knowing about the apartment?”

Harry kissed him again,
slowly and deeply. “Simple. Remus
has a door that connects my room to his for when I have nightmares. It
can only
be activated if I am having one. I’ll put one in your room hooking it
to mine
that can only be opened by me and you. Does that work?”

“Yes,” Draco whispered
it into the ear of his companion,
and Harry shivered.

They stood in silence
for a moment and Draco thought about
going silent with Harry. He noted that no one really spoke to him
anymore and
that it must be nice. But he quickly pushed that away and they pulled
apart,
not wanting to, but knowing they had to. Harry shoved his hands into
his
pockets and Draco buttoned his robe before the two walked, together,
into the
Great Hall. Harry was nodding as he walked in and Draco was talking.
They
hadn’t even realized they had started what they were planning on doing.
Harry
pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed them, cloaked in black
material, on top of his head. He rested his arms on his head and
blinked at the
sudden question from Draco. He shrugged, not letting anyone know what
they were
talking about, and turned to leave, dropping his arms but stopped.
There was a
pale hand wrapped around his arm. He turned to his friend with
questioning eyes
and Draco just smirked, then shook his head. Harry, as usual, said
nothing, and
let Draco’s hand move to his wrist as he pull Harry away from the
Gryffindor
table.

If they felt the eyes
on them, they didn’t acknowledge it,
even though this was a very hard thing to do since every eye in the
room was on
them.

At the Gryffindor
table, Ron and Hermione were watching
what was happening with wide eyes and open mouths. They looked at each
other
then back at their old friend, who appeared to be, shockingly, happy
with Draco
Malfoy. They both made up their minds right then and there. They were
going to
take Harry back if they had to fight to the death for him.

Draco pulled the black
haired Gryffindor towards the
Slytherin table, a strange look in his silver eyes. Harry kept his eyes
trained
on the silver ones of his friend. He blinked. Was Draco his friend or
his
boyfriend? He shook his head going back to concentrating on those
wonderfully
silver eyes. Draco smiled just soft enough for Harry to see but no one
else.
Harry’s face remained the same, but softened a bit. They walked around
the
Slytherin table, down to where Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Vincent
Crabbe,
Gregory Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode sat.

“Shove over!” Draco
snapped at the two on the side of the
table Harry and himself were on. Vince and Greg sighed and moved in
opposite
directions so Harry and Draco could sit between. The three girls
smirked at the
two other boys.

“Damn. You really will
do anything for him,” Pansy said,
amusement in her voice. The two body guards growled at her and she just
smiled
before turning to the Gryffindor, “Hello. I know you don’t talk much
but I
might as well try.”

Draco snorted, Harry
hit him, Draco shot him a hurt look
and Harry just rolled his eyes before he turned back to Pansy, a smile,
even if
it was a nervous one, crossing his face for the first time in public
for
months. Then he opened his mouth, “Hello Pansy.”

She clapped and cooed,
“Ohh!!! He speaks! How wonderful! I
bet the Gryffindors are going to be so jealous,” she turned to the two
on her
sides, “We have to spread this around!”

Draco gave her a hard
look, “This doesn’t leave this
table.”

Pansy pouted, “Why
not?”

“This. Does. Not.
Leave. This. Table. Do. You. Understand.
Me?” Draco drawled it out; purposely pronouncing each word like it was
its own
sentence.

Pansy nodded and turned
back to the ever silent
Gryffindor, “I’m not sure if you know my girlfriends,” she pointed to
the
brunette on her left, Harry’s right, “Millicent,” then to the red head
on her
right, Harry’s left, “Blaise.”

“Nice to meet you two.”
He flashed them the most charming
smile. The girls leaned onto the table, with their arms holding them
up.

“So!” Pansy leaned
forward, showing off quiet a bit of
cleavage. Her silver sweater was cut low in the front and like everyone
else in
the school she was dressed in muggle clothing for the Hogsmeade
weekend.
Yesterday had been ruined by the rain, “Will you be joining us today?”

Harry smiled, knowing
exactly what Pansy was trying to do.
He leaned forward and whispered to her, “I know what you’re doing and
it won’t
work. I’m about as straight as Draco isn’t vain.” Pansy threw her head
back and
the laughter flowed over them. Harry grinned and sat back before
crossing his
arms over his chest, amusement shining brightly on his face. His eyes
were lit
up with a shimmering look in them.

Pansy took a deep
breath and raised an eyebrow at the
Gryffindor, “That was wonderful. Not many people can do that and make
it still
be funny. I’d almost say that was... well Slytherin of you, Harry.” She
held in
her shock at how natural it felt saying the Gryffindors name.

“Let’s just say that I
almost was.”

That gained their
attention and they all stared at him,
wonder in their eyes. He inwardly smiled; while he hated being the
center of
attention, he enjoyed having people to talk to. And while everyone
seemed to
think this small group of friends was evil and mean, he didn’t think
that at
all. They seemed to be a fun group of people to be around. Harry leaned
forward
and beckoned the group closer; they all leaned forward in an
anticipated way.
He told them the story of all three of his chats with the sorting hat.
How each
time the hat told him that he would do well in their house and how he
had, for
one moment, considered seeing what he could do to change his fate but
stopped
himself. His new Slytherin friends were enchanted by the stories, and
made him
promise to tell more. While they ate he told them small stories, like
those of
pranks gone wrong and pranks gone well. He kept them on their toes with
escapades to the restricted section and let it slip, purposely, that he
had an
invisibility cloak. They listened like little puppies and ‘ahh’ed and
‘oo’ed in
the right places. Breakfast went by quickly and soon there were very
few people
in the hall.

Up at the Head Table,
Professor McGonagall sat and watched
the group of Slytherins and the single Gryffindor chat. They were
leaning in
close, listening to him speak and a frown crossed the old professors
face. She
stole a glance at the last two Gryffindors at the table and shook her
head, not
quiet understanding why her other two soft spot students were acting
the way
they were.

Also at the table was
Professor Snape. He watched his
Slytherins converse with the Gryffindor who lived to drive him insane
and let a
smile inch its way onto his face. He knew why the other two members of
the trio
were not speaking to the third. He watched the way Draco and Potter
moved
together and shook his head. He blinked, Minerva was trying to get his
attention. She shot him a glance before she stood from the head table.
The
younger professor nodded before she made her way, gracefully, to the
last two
from her house remaining in the Great Hall. They were watching the
Slytherins
soak up Harry like a sponge with narrowed eyes and grim faces.

“Mr.Weasley. Miss
Granger. Will you two please join me in
Professor Dumbledore’s office for a moment?”

The two blinked
owlishly and nodded together before
standing up, with one last glare over at the Slytherin table, and
leaving with
the Professor. They walked in silence, the couple holding hands and the
Professor ahead of them, students moving out of the way as they walked.
She led
the young couple to the office and told them to sit down. Hermione
glanced
around, looking nervous as Professor Dumbledore came in and sat down.

“Hello Ron and
Hermione.”

“Hello Professor,” they
said together.

Dumbledore leaned
forward and waved his wand so the people
standing outside could hear every word.

A few minutes after
Professor McGonagall left, Professor
Snape stood from his chair and walked towards the group of Slytherins
at the
table. They stopped talking as soon as he neared, and Pansy motioned
for Vince,
Greg, Millicent and Blaise to stand. She knew the Potions Master wanted
to
speak with the only Gryffindor at the table, and let him do just that.

She noticed that Draco
remained sitting next to the black
haired boy and smiled a small smile before speaking, “We’ll meet you
two in the
Three Broomsticks in an hour okay?”

The two nodded together
and Draco’s little group left.

“The Headmaster would
like to see you in his office,
Potter.”

Harry nodded and moved
to stand but Draco held him down.
He shot the blonde a look and Draco just stared at his godfather,
“Why?”

“Something that he
would like you to hear then decide.”

Harry and Draco looked
at each other and Snape said
nothing as they communicated through their eyes. Harry nodded again and
the two
stood before following the professor out of the hall. They walked in
silence
behind Snape, more than a few feet behind.

“You okay?” Draco
whispered.

Harry nodded.

“It’s obvious that you
hate going to his office. You’ve
clamed up.” Draco’s words sunk in, but the green eyes boy still said
nothing
about them. Draco took the rough hand in his own and brought it up to
his face.
He kissed Harry’s palm and the two slowed to a stop. Harry’s emerald
eyes
stared into Draco’s silver and they stood there for a good few moments
before
Harry stepped closer to the taller boy and wrapped his arms around
Draco’s
potent waist.

Professor Snape, not
hearing their slow footsteps anymore
stopped but did not turn around. He knew of his godson’s morbid
fascination
with the Boy-Who-Lived, and he also knew that Draco loved him in ways
no one
would understand. He stepped into an open classroom door and let the
two be,
respecting them.

“I’m scared,” Harry
told Draco’s chest.

“Of what?” Draco asked
softly.

“Seeing Dumbledore of
course. I normally never talk to him
anymore.”

Draco nodded. Not
really understanding the fear but
certainly feeling it. Harry was shaking and shivering at the same time,
something that Draco had never felt before. Fear was radiating off him
in waves
and Draco was silently worried that the smaller boy in his arms was
going to
hyperventilate soon. He ran his hands up and down Harry’s back, showing
affection in a deep way, praying that the boy would become calm once
again.
Slowly, Harry’s breathing evened and he hugged Draco for all his worth.
Draco
hugged him back and, still holding each other, they continued walking
down the
rest of the way. Snape, hearing them start to walk again stepped out in
front
of them, but not before stealing a glance and letting a gentle smile
cross his
face. He was sure to keep that smile there as he let the couple enter
in front
of him and start up the moving stairs to the Headmasters office. He
motioned
for the two to stop and to wait before he walked into the office.

The two Gryffindors in
the chairs turned and their eyes
widened at the content smile on Snape’s face.

“Now, Ron, Hermione. I
have to ask you two some
questions.”

Outside Harry’s, grip
on Draco tightened and he turned his
face into Draco’s chest. Draco held him there, making sure he was
listening.
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