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Chapter 4

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A few days later, Draco came back
to the Leaky Cauldron with the news that the Order was going to allow him to
stay with Harry on the stipulation that he is never unaccompanied. This meant
that he would be staying in Harry�s room� an idea to which Harry was not
completely opposed, surprisingly enough. However, when Harry returned to his
room one night after having late night drinks with his good friend Trina, he
found something rather unexpected waiting for him.

He stepped into room number 11 to
see Draco sitting on the floor with none other than Pansy Parkinson, Blaise
Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. When he shut the door they turned to
look at him with matching expressions of confusion. He raised an eyebrow at
them.

�I thought you�d be out for a lot longer,� Draco said, sounding
disappointed in having been caught, �Most people stay out for at least four
hours when they say they�re going out for a few drinks with a friend.�

�Yes, but I�m not an alcoholic,� Harry
said, stalking across the room to his trunk. He pulled out a book, kicked off
his shoes, and fell back on his bed to read. �Go on with whatever it is you
were doing. Don�t stop on my account.�

�Actually we were just finishing
up when you walked in,� Draco said.

Pansy cleared her throat. �You
didn�t mention a roommate, Draco.�

�I didn�t think it was relevant,�
he said, �And I was planning on inviting him to the Society meeting tonight,
but he had plans with his- artist.�

Harry scowled at him.

�Sorry, but who?� Blaise asked.

�Him�� Draco said, motioning
toward Harry, who was now watching them curiously. Could they really not
recognize him? Maybe they weren�t as clever as their house suggested. �If we
had Potter with us-�

�Potter? Harry Potter?� Crabbe said.

�Yes, Vince. Harry Potter. The
lump of proverbial teenage angst on the bed over there,� Draco said.

�Bloody hell. I can hardly
recognize him,� Vince said.

Pansy scoffed. �Are you kidding
me? The eyes alone are a dead giveaway. He�s the only guy I know with such
bright green eyes� it�s like looking at the Irish countryside when you see
those eyes.�

�I suppose�� he said.

Harry moved to the floor next to
Draco, abandoning the book on the bed. �Tell me about this �society� I�m being
invited into.�

�It�s the G.A.S. Society,� Blaise
said.

Harry wrinkled his nose at the
name. �Gas?�

�No,� Gregory Goyle explained calmly,
�G-A-S. It�s an acronym for the Gold and Silver Society. It�s also called the
Gryffindor and Slytherin Society. It�s a group for members of Gryffindor and Slytherin who want to form stronger alliances with their
rival house.�

Vince pulled out a piece of
parchment. �You personally know quite a few of the members. Let�s see� there�s
Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil,
Lavender Brown, Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott� and, of course, the people
in this room. Startling numbers actually. We had no idea we�d get such a good
turnout.�

�I had no idea so many people
cared about inter-house relations,� Harry said, �Dumbledore would have been
proud� I�ll do it. I�ll join gas.�

�G.A.S� honestly, you�re as bad as
Blaise,� Pansy said.

�You and Hermione have a lot in
common, did you know that?� Harry said, looking at her in bewilderment.

�Speaking of Hermione,� Pansy
said, �The invitation extends to her and Ron as well.�

Harry chuckled. �I�ll tell them
that. I didn�t think any of you knew their names. So, how long has this Society
been meeting?�

�Not too long,� Draco answered, �It
was all Pansy and Greg�s idea originally. They seemed to think that, if we made
the Gryffindors our confederates in the war, we�d have less of a chance of
being either accused of participating with our parents or killed.�

�They�re probably right, you
know,� Harry said, �Gryffindor�s are more likely to risk their lives to save a comrade
than a Slytherin� no offense.�

�None taken, it�s true,� Blaise
said, �Unless the comrade was sexy��

�Honestly!� Pansy exclaimed,
punching him in the arm.

�So� since the basic reason for
this meeting has been dealt with, I�m sure we all have some questions we�d like
to ask each other,� Blaise said.

�Fire,� Draco said, leaning back
on his elbows.

�I�ll go first!� Pansy exclaimed,
�I was wondering where the new look came from, Harry.�

He quirked an eyebrow at her. How
was he suddenly �Harry�, and not �scar-head� or �Potter�? Were these people
really so accepting that they could suddenly be on first name basis with their
sworn enemy of six years? He decided he�d ask Draco about it later, and then
that he would analyze his own acceptance of the blonde-haired boy, to whom
Harry felt so free to talk.

He sighed. �Everybody has been
asking me that. I had a lot of free time over the summer. I got my ear pierced
once, and it escalated from there.�

�Exactly how many decorations do
you have?� Blaise asked, grinning.

�Er� ten, I guess,� he said.

�What are they?� Greg asked, his
curiosity getting the better of him.

He hesitated. Seeing this Draco
smirked. �Come on� don�t be a baby. It�s not like it�s a big deal.�

�Eight piercings and two tattoos,�
he said finally, smirking at their shocked expressions.

Pansy eyes him inquiringly. �I can
see the five in the ears and the one
in your eyebrow, but where is the rest?�

He stuck his tongue out and she
squealed in delight. �I love tongue rings!�

Draco chuckled. �If it isn�t going
to do something useful, put it away.�

Harry laughed, but did as he was
told.

�There�s one more� and I recall
you mentioning tattoos,� Vince said, raising his eyebrows.

Harry rolled his pant leg up to
reveal his depiction of Fawkes doing a nose dive to his ankle. �In case you�re
wondering, I drew it. Muggles wouldn�t know a Phoenix
if it burst into flames in their kitchen.� They all laughed. He held up his
arm, where the snake was circling around his arm happily, right near his elbow.
�This is Sempre. He seemed to have an intelligence of sorts, so I wanted to
give him a name.�

�The Italian word for �always�?�
Vince asked.

�Yeah, well he is permanent,� Harry said, �You�re a lot
smarter than you seem at school.�

�It�s an act,� Greg replied,
�People are willing to speak more freely about certain matters if they believe
you�re too stupid to understand.�

�I see�� Harry said.

Pansy growled in frustration.
�Potter! You�re stalling� where�s the last piercing?�

�Why do you want to know so
badly?� Draco asked.

�Well� I guess I�m just interested
in body art,� she said, smiling lecherously, �Now where is it?�

He grinned. �Wouldn�t you like to
know?�

�I think we�ve established that I
would,� she sighed, �Look, if you really don�t want these dunderheads to know,
then could you just show me? I�m
curious as a cat now that you�re acting all secretive! We could go into the
bathroom real quick� please?�

Harry saw Draco�s eyes narrow
slightly and wondered what had warranted such a hostile reaction. However, he
nodded and followed Pansy into the bathroom. A moment later they emerged, Harry
blushing and Pansy giggling madly.

�So, where is it, Pans?� Blaise
asked.

�I�m not telling�� she said in a
sing-song voice.

�Harry? Are you back?� Hermione
walked in followed by Ron and Ginny, �We heard voices and- hello there!�

�Hullo!� Pansy said smiling
warmly, �Well? Come in and sit down. Greg will explain everything.�

�Who�s Greg?� Ron asked stupidly.

When everything was explained to
Ron and Hermione and their questions were answered, they sat in companionable
silence for a few moments before somebody cleared their throat.

They turned to look at Vince. �I
just remembered something that I read a while back. Harry, did you really try
to kill your own uncle?�

His eyes widened almost
imperceptibly, but Draco caught it. He yawned raucously. �Well! I�m tired, so
you�d all best be off. We�ll do this again before school starts, okay?�

Pansy looked at him suspiciously.
�But Draco��

�Drop it,� he whispered simply,
�He�ll talk when he�s ready.�

She nodded and stood, leaving last
after hugging the occupants of the room- even Ron, which left him stunned
beyond words. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny also retired, leaving Harry and Draco
alone in the room. Draco prepared for bed silently, watching Harry out of the
corner of his eye. For some odd reason, he felt an undeniable need to protect
the dark-haired youth. Seeing him, sitting so still on the floor, staring
blankly at the fire, made Draco want to take him in his arms and- �Wait a minute!� he thought, �This is all wrong! I don�t want to take
Harry anywhere. Great� when did he become Harry, again?� He shook his head
to rid himself of the thoughts and approached Harry to tell him to get to bed.

x

His mind swam back to that night.
He hadn�t thought about it since he told Draco his �story� and he�d hoped to
avoid the subject at least until school started. However, his silent prayers
went unanswered. Somebody was bound to bring up the headline story in the Daily
Prophet. He could feel the shamed tears burning at the backs of his eyes and he
tried to blink them away, but they spilled forth despite his efforts.

He could still feel the pain and
degradation as fresh wounds in his mind. It was as though it was happening over
again. He felt himself begin to shake as he gazed unseeingly into the dancing
hearth, only able to picture Vernon�s
angry face. Suddenly feeling his uncle�s fingers around his throat again, he
fought for air, tearing at the air around his neck. When he felt a hand grip
his shoulder tightly, he screamed, but the sound was strangled by a sob that
escaped simultaneously.

He stood, fast as lightning, and
ran to the opposite side of the room, where he cowered against the wall,
wrapping his arms around himself. He stared at Draco with wide, crazed eyes,
and Draco thought that the boy had certainly driven himself insane. Still, all
Harry could see was his uncle�s rage.

Draco took a few careful steps
toward Harry, and the boy whimpered in fear. He continued walking toward him,
as one would approach a frightened doe in the forest, until he was only about a
yard away.

�Potter� it�s me,� he said,
attempting to coax Harry out of his hysteria, �Harry, listen- I�m not going to
hurt you� not ever again. It�s me; Draco Malfoy. From school, remember?�

Harry�s eyes briefly came into
focus, but just as fast they glazed over and he let out a terrified gasp,
trying to dart past Draco. However, Draco caught him and pulled him back
against his own chest. He held Harry�s thrashing form tightly, trying to
prevent him from injuring either of them.

�Stop! No, please� don�t. G-get
away� I didn�t know,� Harry whispered in desperation, �I�m sorry��

�Harry, calm down,� Draco instructed
quietly, his mouth next to Harry�s ear, �Listen to the sound of my voice. I�m
not your uncle and not here to hurt you. I promise.�

Harry�s body went limp in Draco�s
arms and he carried him to his bed. He set Harry down, tucking him in and
taking his glasses off to set them on the bedside table. He brushed the hair
off of Harry�s forehead, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He went to his own bed only after
Harry�s breathing returned to normal and he covered himself, sighing. Just as
he closed his eyes, he heard Harry roll over, presumably in his sleep. He heard
a slight sniffle and nearly got back out of bed to see what the matter was, but
then he heard something that brought a genuine smile to his graceful mouth.

�Thank you- Draco��

!x!

Harry woke the next morning to an
empty room. He got up slowly, gathering his clothes- a pair of semi-baggy, dark
blue jeans and a black muscle shirt- and headed for the shower, grateful for
the solitude. He turned the water on as hot as he could without scalding
himself, discarded his clothes, and stepped under the cascading droplets.

His thoughts drifted to the
previous night. He couldn�t believe he had lost it like that. He sighed,
closing his eyes against the water and trying to clear his head. However,
Draco�s soft words echoed through his mind.

�I won�t hurt you� not ever again.�

Had he really said that? He
remembered struggling against powerful arms that he�d assumed were his uncle�s,
but- they had been leaner and the embrace they gave was more comforting than
threatening. Had those arms been Draco�s? The words that had pulled him out of
the dark place he�d been trapped in were definitely Draco�s, but they�d been
spoken so� caringly.

He picked up the bar of soap and
began washing himself, careful of the few bruises that were still evident. What
exactly was his relationship with Draco? He wouldn�t call him a friend. Draco
was more of a- support system. Harry shook his head, shampooing his hair. He
didn�t like how that sounded. It made him feel like he was using Draco.

Maybe Draco was a different kind
of friend. Yes, that was it- but what kind
of friend. Harry sighed, turning off the water and, after wrapping a towel
around his waist, stepping out of the stall. Draco was an anchor. He was the
kind of friend who holds you to yourself. He smiled.

�Like a guardian angel��

Harry dressed quickly, walking
back into the room. He sat at the edge of his bed, resting his head in his
hands. He wouldn�t need an anchor if
his uncle� What had he done that was so horrible, anyway? He never did anything
wrong� except, perhaps, be a wizard. Everything he did seemed to set them off,
though. He should�ve left long ago, before it came to that.

He felt the tears coming again
and, this time, let them flow freely. The memory of his humiliation was as fresh
in his mind as the day it occurred. �And
Draco knows� what must he think of me, now?� he thought, wiping furiously
at his eyes. When the tears wouldn�t stop he flung a shoe across the room in
frustration, narrowly missing Draco�s head.

�Bloody hell! What are you-?� He
stopped mid-sentence when he saw that Harry was crying. He walked to the bed
and sat down next to him. �What�s wrong?�

�That�s a stupid question�� Harry
said.

�Sorry. My brain hasn�t quite
processed that information,� Draco replied, �Do you want to talk about it?�

�Not yet. I just want to forget
it,� Harry said, �Can you do that?�

Draco smiled weakly. �I�m afraid
not�but whenever you want to talk, I�m here.�

Harry sighed, unconsciously
leaning into Draco, who stiffened momentarily. However, he smiled at the
vulnerable boy, placing an arm around his waist and drawing him closer.

Harry closed his eyes. �I don�t
know why I�m crying.�

�I do,� Draco said, �It�s okay to
cry, especially after everything that you�ve been through.�

�But- I have to be strong,� Harry
said, laughing bitterly, �I have to save the world, didn�t you know?�

�Shut up,� Draco stated, though
his voice never lost its warmth, �You can�t save the world alone, so don�t
worry yourself with being �strong�. Just be here,
okay? That�ll be enough.�

�Thanks, again, by the way,� Harry
whispered.

�It�s no problem. Anybody would
have done it,� Draco replied.

He seriously doubted it. �Maybe��

�What happened last night, Harry?�
Draco asked.

�I don�t know� I just- all I could
see was Vernon�� Harry sighed,
trying, once more, to hold back his tears, even knowing that it was futile.

�You told me. How was I any different from the others?� he said.

�I don�t know. It�s- you know� you just are, for some reason. I don�t know
why,� he replied frustrated, �I can�t explain it.�

Draco placed a finger under
Harry�s chin, turning his face up to look at him. When he saw the tears shining
in those brilliant emerald eyes, he felt an odd tug in his heart. He brushed
away a stray droplet that had escaped with his thumb, bending slightly to plant
a soft kiss on the trembling lips.

Harry�s eyes widened in shock then
fell closed. Draco�s kiss was warm and sweet, offering all the comfort he had,
but asking nothing in return. Just as Harry was relaxing into the kiss, he
remembered where he was and who he was with. He jumped backward, getting off of
the bed, nearly falling over in the attempt, and staring at Draco in fear.

�What was that?� he gasped.

�A- kiss��
Draco answered, his brow furrowed.

�Wh- why
would you- do that?� Harry exclaimed, touching his lips with the tips of his
fingers and running from the room.

Draco ran a hand through his hair,
sighing. He never should�ve done that. Harry wasn�t going to be ready for a
relationship- let alone any physical intimacy. He stood, deciding that he
should at least try to apologize for
being such a presumptuous ass.

!x!

He found the Boy-Who-Lived at the
tattoo parlor, speaking with a girl who had black hair with hot pink streaks in
it. He assumed that it was �Trina�, and stepped into the place, where he was
met with the icy stare of said girl. He swallowed air, working up his nerve and
walking to where Harry stood.

�Listen� we need to talk,� he
said.

�I think you did enough �talking�,
earlier,� Trina snapped, �Now, I think you should leave.�

Draco shot her his best glare and
turned back to Harry. �Can we please talk?�

�I�� Harrys
started, faltering and falling back into passive silence.

�He doesn�t want to talk to you,�
Trina said, �Now get out of here.�

�No�� Harry said softly, �I do want to talk.�

Trina looked at Harry sternly.
�From what you told me, it seems like he just took advantage of you. Why do you
want to talk to someone like that?�

Draco sighed. �That�s the thing! I
know I took advantage of him. I came
after him to- apologize��

Harry�s eyebrows shot up past his
hairline. Trina saw his reaction and gave him a confused glance. �Are you
surprised?�

�Well- yeah,� Harry said, �This is
Draco Malfoy.�

Trina�s mouth dropped open. �Oh�
that�s why you�re so surprised.�

Draco blushed. �Okay, now that
you�ve all bad-mouthed my prideful nature, can we talk, Harry?�

�But� isn�t that
what you came to say?� Harry asked.

�Yes, but I�m sure you want to lay
into me for being the git you always knew I was or
some such thing,� Draco said.

Harry smiled. �No,
not really. You acted on instinct, and� it�s not as if I didn�t enjoy it�� He blushed even darker than
Draco had, lowering his eyes to the floor.

�It�s okay, you don�t have to
explain. I understand.� Draco held out his hand. �Are we cool?�

Harry took the proffered hand,
shaking it once. �We�re cool.�

Trina grinned. �See? I told you
everything was going to be okay!�

Harry scoffed. �No you didn�t! You
were telling me that you were going to go find him and pierce him in unpleasant
places with painfully large rods!�

Draco winced. �I�m glad I saved
myself from that fate.�

Trina raised an eyebrow at him.
�You have no idea��

�Thanks a bunch, Trina, but we
should get back,� Harry said, �I�ll come by tomorrow.�

�Bring Draco with you,� she
whispered, �He�s cute.�

Harry leaned closer to her and whispered,
none too softly, �He�s gay��

�Drat! Mum always told me all the
good ones were gay��

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