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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's note: I decided to speed up the updating progress and post today too :)

Thanks to the following reviewers: Madamdragon; unneeded (still typos? Damn it); moodysavage and sharebear

Warning for this chapter: Snape is probably a bit OOC in this but well, I couldn't figure out any other way *sweatdrops* So sorry in advance for that!

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! Also, I don't want to offend anyone with panic attacks - I probably wrote it wrong, for which I apologize.

Chapter 7: The examination and confrontation with friends

"So, Mister Potter. Take a seat." Snape gestured to a big chair.

Nervously Harry sat down. "This isn't really necessary, sir."

"On the contrary, Potter. This examination is necessary. Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately? You don't look exactly healthy." Snape snapped and stalked to a table in the corner of the room, near a dirty window.

"Why do you care?" Harry grumbled and crossed his arms.

Snape looked up to the black ceiling for a second. "Why indeed?" He muttered. "You're an annoying brat, but you're still just a child."

"I'm almost sixteen." Harry muttered.

Snape ignored him and went on, "And if I ignored your situation, then I would be no better than your excuse of a family."

"Can't you ignore your conscience in my case?" Harry pleaded, still hoping to get out of the exam.

"I'd love to, but alas, I can't. Now when was the last time you ate, before we came for you? And don't dare to lie, because I will know when you do." Snape warned.

Harry, who had opened his mouth to reply, snapped his mouth shut when he realized he would have to tell the truth.

Damn Snape, he glowered.

"Yesterday morning, sir." He answered stiffly and refused to look up. If only he was seventeen, then he could use his wand to escape.

"Why didn't they feed you later?" Snape rummaged through a bag that had suddenly appeared and took out a lint and several clear bottles, with each a colorful substance in it.

"They forgot." Harry shrugged, but eyed the bottles warily. What was Snape planning?

"How could they forget to feed their own nephew?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Don't have a clue. I only know that they left me alone in my room, without disturbing. Worked for me." Harry didn't dare to relax. One second not paying attention would let him reveal more than he was willing to.

"What was the reason for the fight earlier?"

"What has that question to do with the examination?"

"I'm not only examining your body health, but also your mental health." Snape answered, looking for clues on Harry's face to see how badly those Muggles had treated him. Of course, he had seen everything in those Muggles' mind, but he wanted to know how Harry felt about that. He could use Legilimency, but Harry would notice it – even with his minimal expertise on that subject – and Snape wanted Harry to trust him; even if it was a little bit trust.

"I'm not crazy! My mental health is perfectly fine." Harry breezed insulted.

Snape rolled his eyes. "I'm not saying you're crazy. But often, when a child is neglected, they're tended to have some psychological problems."

"Well, I'm fine. No need to worry about my mental health." Harry said annoyed and unnerved. Snape had never been this friendly to him. Why was this so important?

"Now, answer my question. Why were you fighting?" Snape repeated his question.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Duddykins had broken his month – old cell phone when he sat on it with his huge fat ass. Naturally, he blamed me and I defended myself. That's it."

"They always blame you if something happens?"

First the height and the weight, then I can decide which potion he needs the most now, Snape thought.

Harry snorted. "It's clearly that you're Draco's godfather. You're asking the same questions."

Snape was momentarily distracted. "How did you know I am Draco's godfather?"

"He told me."

"I see. Now, answer me."

"It's either me or the government." Harry answered bored.

"Hmm. Stand up, if you will." Snape said and let the lint take the height of Harry: 5'64".

Hm, not really tall for a boy of his age, Snape thought.

"Stand still; I need to weigh you." Snape said out loud.

"Do you really need to?" Harry asked, slightly panicking.

Snape raised his eyebrow. "Potter, do we really need to go through this every time I want to examine you? Yes, it's necessary. Now, hold still."

Harry sighed and bit nervously on his lip, but complied.

Snape flicked his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. After five seconds he frowned when he saw the weight appear next to Harry.

101,41 pounds, he mused. This is not good. He's severely underweight. How he manages not to collapse is a mystery to me.

"Are you aware of your low weight, Potter?" Snape asked, his tone soft but dangerous. He was furious at the Muggles for not caring properly about their nephew and at Dumbledore for not investigating that family better.

Harry gulped. "Euhm, well, I know I'm not fat, but well, I don't think I'm too underweight."

"101,41 pounds by a length of 5'64". That's not too underweight for you?" Snape raised both eyebrows and tucked his wand away.

"It's not like I own a pair of scales." Harry muttered defensively.

"It seems as if Lucius was right: you do need nutrition potions. And by the looks of it, you also need potions that will help you gain some weight." Snape said. "I need a sample of your blood. Do you have any objections against it?"

Harry licked his lips. "Euhm, why do you need a blood sample, sir?"

"To know which nutritions you are lacking. Taking the blood sample is completely painless, I assure you." Snape replied, wondering if maybe Harry had developed a phobia of giving blood samples because of his fourth year.

"All right." Harry nodded his consent and fixed his stare on the carpeted floor.

Snape nodded once and tapped with his wand on Harry's left arm – deliberately avoiding his right arm for fear of triggering some nasty memories.

Harry couldn't help but watch fascinated as a small stream of blood rose out of his arm. (completely painless, just like Snape had said) into a small vial that had appeared in Snape's hand.

Once the blood was in the vial, Snape conjured a cork to close the vial and tucked it carefully away in one of his pockets.

"When I have examined your blood, it will take three hours to create a nutrition potion. Normally, if all goes well, you'll have the potion by the end of the day tomorrow." Snape said, noting things down on a list. "Tonight, after dinner, you will take your first batch of the potion that will make you gain weight. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Harry nodded, already dreading the moment he had to take the potions. He hated those vile, disgusting potions.

Snape wrote more things down and when after five minutes, he hadn't done of said something else, Harry decided it was time to go. He walked to the door and just when he pushed the door handle down, Snape's smooth voice spoke.

"And where do you think you are going, Mister Potter?" He asked and turned around to face Harry, who stood frozen.

Harry let the handle go with a sigh. "I thought that we were done here, sir."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that isn't the case. Return to your seat." Snape ordered, but unlike all the other times, he didn't sound angry now.

Harry noticed with surprise that Snape's voice was almost friendly and he wasn't glaring. Confused with this change, Harry sat down without protesting.

Snape looked satisfied and conjured another chair to sit in front of Harry. He sat down and clasped his his hands together.

"Earlier, when I used Legilimency on those Muggles, I saw the extent of your abuse." He began.

"Why did you use that on them?" Harry asked, and wondered how he would talk himself out of this. If Snape had indeed used Legilimency, then he knew everything now. Harry had no more secrets. This realization increased both his fear and nervousness. His hands felt clammy when he thought about what Snape would do. Snape would probably laugh at him. Because, really, what self – respecting wizard would let himself be treated like the Dursleys did to him? This wasn't good. What did he have to do now?

"I wanted to know what those Muggles exactly did to you." Snape answered, not aware of Harry's panic.

When he heard that, Harry was completely panicking. He didn't want to hear more. His eyes searched frantically for an escape route, not aware that he was almost hyperventilating. He needed to go away now!

He startled when a warm hand took him by his chin and forced his face away from the door. Harry began to struggle against the hold.

"Potter, calm down. Hush now. You need to calm down, Harry. I'm not going to laugh or humiliate you. Hush now, Harry." Snape soothed, correctly guessing the reason of Harry's distress, but not registrating the fact that he had used Harry's first name.

Harry, however, did and that made him focus of the soft voice.

"Good, take a slow deep breath. Breathe in and out." Snape instructed, when he saw Harry's eyes focusing on him. He still hadn't let Harry go.

Harry did as instructed and slowly calmed down. His face turned red when he noticed that Snape hadn't let go of his face. If he wasn't embarrassed about his episode earlier, then he was it definitely now.

"Better now?" Snape asked softly and unconsciously stroked Harry's cheek with his thumb.

Harry nodded, but didn't dare to look Snape in the face. Why did he had to panic now in front of Snape? And since when was Snape comforting him? Too many difficult questions, Harry decided when he felt a headache coming up.

"I'm sorry." He muttered and wringed his hands together.

Snape sighed softly and closed his hands over Harry's. "For what?"

"For… for panicking like that. For acting like a child." Harry whispered ashamed.

"Harry, you didn't act like a child and you don't have to apologize for panicking. It's normal for someone in your situation. Do you think you can tell me what the Dursleys did?" Snape asked, slowly letting Harry's hands go.

Harry bit on his lip. Could he? To be honest, he really didn't want to talk about the Dursleys now. This afternoon had been one of the best so far. He didn't want to spoil that great feeling with talking about his family.

"Or we can wait with talking, until you're ready for it." Snape suggested, sensing Harry's turmoil.

Harry nodded relieved.

"Promise me you will talk to someone about your relatives. It can be Lupin, your mutt or even…" Snape hesitated for a second, but then thought, well, screw it, I'm already calling him Harry. "Me." He finished.

Harry looked up surprised. 'You, sir?"

"Yes, I think I can… relate to your situation, so to speak." Snape answered carefully.

"Oh, okay."

Snape stood up and let the chair disappear. "You are free to go now."

"Thank you." Harry smiled and stood up. He walked to the door, but stopped in the middle of the room. "Sir, may I ask something?"

"Be my guest." Snape drawled.

"Did you know my mother had appointed you as one of my guardians?" Harry asked carefully.

"No. It came as a surprise actually. And apparently, your father didn't know it either. I don't believe I've ever saw his face so outraged." Snape smirked.

Unwillingly, Harry chuckled softly. Then he gathered his courage and asked, "Would you have taking me in, if I wasn't sent to the Dursleys?" He waited with his breath hold in.

Snape looked surprised for a moment and then answered, "Well, I think…"

But he was interrupted by a shout.

"YOU MISERABLE FERRET!"

Harry and Snape looked at each other and then both opened the door to see what was happening outside.

After Harry had disappeared into the room, Draco had spent his time looking around in the hallway. Besides the room where Harry was, there were four other rooms, all with their doors closed. The only light in the hallway come from a few candles on the wall.

On the floor, there laid what had once been a beautiful black and blue carpet with the Black crest stitched on in gold, but now it was covered in dust and grime. The walls weren't any better. It was hard to say if the walls had been black to begin with or if the filth covered it up.

Draco startled a little when suddenly the furthest door at the end of the hallway opened with a cracking sound. A pale thing with white hair coming out of his ears was mumbling softly without once looking up. When the thing was just a few feet away of Draco, he saw that it was a house elf. It looked very old and sounded crazy, Draco noticed and couldn't help but wonder why his cousin hadn't sent the lunatic elf away. It was not as if the elf cleaned the house or did anything in it, anyway, judging by the poor state of the house.

Draco raised an eyebrow when he heard what the house elf was mumbling.

"Filthy Mudblood. Why does she think that she's welcome here? Oh, my poor mistress. Not only is her son a worthless boy and a disappointment to the whole family, but now she has to share her noble house with those halfbloods and that little Mudblood girl. Oh, the shame." The house elf muttered, seemingly not aware of Draco.

Wait a minute, Draco thought. The house elf was still muttering, but now he was also looking in a closet against the corner. That house elf said something about a Mudblood. Did he mean that Granger is here too? What is she doing here?, he wondered. Doesn't she have to spend her holidays with her parents?

His hands briefly touched the scraps of parchment with the Floo addresses on it. Scowling, he looked at the scraps and once again, cursed the fact that he wasn't allowed to use magic in the holidays. When he met the person who had invented that stupid law, he would make sure that person regretted ever making that law.

Meanwhile, he was stuck with the parchments until he found a fire. Sulking, he glared at the opposite wall.

"Oh, how will the mistress react when she hears that the worthless master is free? Oh, the shame." The insane elf continued to mutter.

Draco's head shot up when an idea struck him. His mother was a Black; this house elf belonged to the Blacks, so the elf would listen to anyone with Black blood. Draco himself was half Malfoy, half Black. It was a long shot, but maybe he could give the elf an order too. It was worth a shot.

"House elf." Draco said and snapped his fingers to get the elf's attention.

The old elf looked up and his big eyes almost fell out of their sockets when he saw Draco.

"Young master Malfoy called Kreacher? What can Kreacher do for honorable master Malfoy, sir?" The elf croaked.

"Destroy these parchments, please." Draco ordered and gave Kreacher the scraps.

Kreacher bowed so deep that his large noise almost touched the filthy ground and mumbled, "Of course, young master Malfoy, Kreacher will destroy these immediately." And with a short snap of his fingers, the scraps of parchments were engulfed in flames, burning up until there was nothing more than ash left.

"Can Kreacher do something else for young master, sir?" The elf asked, almost eagerly.

"No, Kreacher, that's enough." Draco replied, immensely pleased that the scraps with the Floo addresses were gone. He briefly wondered if Harry had wanted to go out with one of those girls, but dismissed the thought. If Harry had wanted one of those girls, he would have looked more excited and he would have remembered to take the Floo addresses with him. Seeing as this hadn't been the case, Draco hadn't done anything wrong.

Kreacher nodded and disappeared behind a corner, still mumbling about the blood traitors in his 'poor mistress' house.

Draco shook his head and watched the door again. He hoped that Harry was fine. He wasn't sure that it was a good idea to put Harry and his godfather in one room without supervision. Although they had apparently no problems so far, seeing as Draco hadn't heard anyone yelling. Maybe they could finally put whatever problem they had with each other aside and be civil towards each other. That would be nice, Draco thought smiling.

He tensed when he heard the voices of Granger and Weasley coming towards him.

Great, this is just what I need, Draco thought sarcastically. A confrontation with Harry's friends without Harry there to act like a peace maker. It will be interesting to see how this will play out.

"Where do you think Sirius and Lupin went today? They seemed, I don't know, happy?" Weasley asked.

"Yes, I noticed that too. I wonder if it has something to do with Harry." Granger mused.

Their footsteps sounded louder and were definitely coming towards Draco.

"Well, we won't know it until Harry arrives and that will be another three weeks probably." Weasley replied.

"Do you think Harry will be okay, living with the Dursleys?" Granger asked concerned.

"Harry's fine. You know that nothing will happen to him. Dumbledore will know it if anything happens to him." Weasley said nonchalantly.

Draco snorted lightly; he couldn't believe how naïve they were. Well, at least Harry wasn't so naïve.

"What the… Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here? How did you get in? These place is warded." Weasley spat out angrily.

Draco sighed and looked up to see Weasley and Granger standing a few feet away from him.

"I'm waiting for Harry and as for how I got in… Well, this house has a door, so naturally, I used the door to get in." Draco drawled sarcastically.

"Why are you waiting for Harry? If you're going to hurt him, I swear, Malfoy, you're going to…" Weasley began to threaten him.

"I'm waiting for Harry, because we're friends now. Why would I want to hurt my friend?" Draco asked rhetorically.

"You two are friends? Since when? Why didn't Harry inform us?" Granger asked, looking hurt.

"WHAT! Friends?" Weasley sputtered.

"When would he have had the time? He was busy all day. Besides, he doesn't have to inform you of everything that happens to him. You're not his mother, Granger." Draco shuddered at that thought. "Thank Merlin for that."

"We're his friends, Malfoy. We look out for each other." Granger bit back.

If you're really his friends, then why didn't you make more of an effort to help him?, Draco thought snidely, but refrained from speaking that thought out loud. He had promised Harry that he would make an effort to be civil to his friends. Although they were making it difficult for him to remain polite.

"Why would you be friends with Harry, all of the sudden? What's in it for you, ferret?" Weasley asked suspiciously. His head began to turn slightly red.

Draco sighed impatiently. "Because being associated with Harry will be good for the Malfoy name. Satisfied?" He asked sarcastically.

"HA! I knew it! You don't care for Harry! You're just using him! Get out of here before I do some severe damage to your face, ferret!" Weasley snapped, but still looked triumphantly.

For the love of… How can Harry stand being around that dimwit?, Draco thought irritated. "For your information, Weasel, I was using sarcasm when I answered that idiotic question of you. But I suppose you wouldn't recognize that with that shrunken brain of yours." Draco drawled. "It's amazing you've reached the fifth year. But I assume it's only because you have Granger helping you of course. Left on your own, you probably wouldn't even have reached the third year."

Weasley was positively fuming now. His face was even redder that his hair now. A feat that impressed Draco. "YOU MISERABLE FERRET!"

"What's going on in here?" Harry opened the door and was surprised to see Ron and Hermione standing next to Draco. "Hey guys."

"Harry! What are you doing here?" Ron asked surprised.

Is he always that slow?, Draco thought, rolling his eyes.

"Sirius has now the custody over me." Harry answered smiling and stepped out of the room so that he stood next to Draco.

"What! You mean, you don't have to go back to the Dursleys?" Ron asked.

"Yes, it's fantastic, isn't it?" Harry replied happily.

"But what about the protection Dumbledore told you about? How did Sirius get the custody? I mean, he's still on the run." Hermione asked confused and frustrated because for once she didn't immediately knew the answer.

"No, he isn't. We went to the Ministry today and with the help of Lucius, he was declared free. I still have to thank Lucius for that." Harry mused.

"Why would you want to thank a Death Eater?" Ron asked disgusted.

"Ron, Lucius isn't a Death Eater anymore. He doesn't work for Voldemort anymore." Harry huffed.

"And what if it's a trick? Maybe he's just waiting for a chance to kidnap you and take you to You-Know-Who!" Ron hissed, after recovering from a wince of hearing the name Voldemort.

"It's not a trick, Ron. He's been with me all afternoon and he didn't once attempt to hurt me." Harry replied, starting to feel annoyed. "That reminds me, Draco, although I hate to say and to admit it, thank you for helping me with the shopping." Harry smiled, a faint blush on his cheekbones.

Draco smiled back, feeling pleased that he had made Harry happy. "You don't have to thank me."

Only then did Ron and Hermione notice that their friend wasn't wearing oversized clothes anymore, but rather a nice blue shirt and blue jeans that didn't drown his body or hide it. And he wasn't wearing his glasses either!

"Harry, your glasses are gone!" Hermione cried out surprised.

"You're wearing new clothes!" Ron yelled, his blue eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"Your powers of observation astound me." Draco drawled and clapped in his hands.

Harry slapped his hands lightly. "Be nice, Draco." Harry chided, laughter shining in his eyes.

Draco clucked his tongue. "I'll try, but I can't promise anything."

Harry rolled his eyes, but a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Why are you so friendly with Malfoy?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Because we're friends now." Harry answered slowly.

"Why would you want to be friends with the ferret?" Ron asked with disgust in his voice.

"Don't call him that, Ron. His name is Draco." Harry said disapproving. "Besides, if you get to know him, then you'll know he's a really good guy."

"Merlin, Harry, do you hear yourself talking? The Harry I know would never even consider being friends with that Death Eater wannabe." Ron said in an accusing tone.

Harry was starting to feel really pissed off now. Why did Ron have to be so difficult? "Would you stop calling him that! He isn't a Death Eater and he will never be one!" Harry's voice rose a bit. Then he asked uncertainly, "That's true, isn't it, Draco?"

"Of course. I have no desire to bow for such a crazy lunatic." Draco scoffed. "Malfoys don't bow to anybody."

"Seems like your father had other thoughts about that, didn't he, Malfoy?" Ron sneered.

"Leave my father out of this, Weasel!" Draco snapped, his hands forming fists.

"Oh, have I touched a nerve, ferret face?" Ron taunted.

"Ron! You're going too far! Apologize to Draco!" Harry yelled angrily.

"I'm not going to apologize to him!" Ron yelled angry back, spit flying out of his mouth. His face was turning red again. "Are you crazy?"

"He must be, seeing as he chose you as his best friend. Then again, he just chose me as his friend, so he can't be that crazy." Draco mused, trying to reign in his anger as to avoid having his magic lashing out. It wouldn't be bad if his magic hurt the Weasel, but Harry was standing too close and he didn't want to hurt his soon – to – be boyfriend.

"Bastard! I'm going to… I'm going to…" Ron spluttered, not able to end his threat because he was too angry.

"What? You're going to run to your mummy? Complaining that big bad Malfoy had been a meanie to you?" Draco taunted.

Harry took his arm, but didn't say anything.

"At least I still have a mum! Yours ran away at the beginning of the summer! Guess she was finally tired of you!" Ron sneered.

Draco bit on his tongue and averted his eyes, for once not having a comeback. That last comment stung. He didn't care much about his mother, but still…

Harry began trembling from rage. "That was low, Ronald. Really low. How could you say such a thing? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Harry hissed.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped surprised;

"Don't 'Harry' me! Ron went out of line. Apologize to Draco immediately." Harry ordered.

"Harry, don't bother." Draco soothed, but was happy that Harry was defending him in front of his friends. Now if only he wouldn't have to be worried that Harry's magic would destroy the hallway…

"No, Draco, Ron went too far. Apologize now!" Harry hissed, his green eyes shining with rage.

"I won't ever apologize to that asshole! I didn't go too far, I just stated a fact." Ron growled, his head nearly purple.

"You're just stating a fact?" Harry repeated incredulously. "You were attacking Draco with his mother. That's what I call going too far. You don't hurt people using their family. Tell me, when you'll be angry at me in the future, will you use my mother too to insult me?" Harry spat, his magic beginning to crackle.

For a minute, there was nothing but silence.

Hermione's lip was trembling and she was nervously wringing her hands together, obviously not knowing how to handle this situation.

Ron was now pale. "Of course not, Harry, you're my friend. There's a difference between your mother and his." He tried to explain.

"I don't see the difference. We lost both our mums. True, Draco's mum is still alive, but there is no other difference. Now apologize." Harry ordered again, still furious.

"I won't. Why are you insisting I apologize to him?" Ron asked, his temper flaring up again.

"Because he's my bloody friend and he didn't deserve that low comment!" Harry yelled.

Before Ron could react, two things happened: a vase exploded a few feet behind Draco and two loud BOOM's could be heard, a floor beneath them.

"That came from our rooms, Mione! Let's go!" Ron yelled and dashed off the stairs, Hermione running behind him.

"What was that?" Harry asked surprised, breathing hard from his magic's out lash.

"That would have been us – "

"Creating a diversion to help you out,"

"Little brother of us." Two voices spoke behind them.

A few minutes earlier, in the kitchen.

Sirius looked up to the ceiling when he heard the yelling. "It looks like Ron has discovered Draco." He winced when he suddenly heard Harry yelling. "I thought that Snape was examining him." He relaxed when the yelling stopped. "Well, that went better than expected. I had assumed that there would be longer yelling."

Just then, they heard Harry and Ron yelling again.

"Maybe we ought to check before things get out of hand. Come on, Padfoot." Remus suggested and stood up. "I'm surprised that Molly hasn't yet interfered." He muttered.

Before the two men could get out of the kitchen, two POP's sounded and they turned around to face Fred and George, who were grinning like Cheshire Cats.

"Well, well, brother. It seems as if we're having a déjà vu."

"If you're referring to the fact that once again, we hear the lovely voice of our little brother slash partner in crime aka Harry Potter, then yes, you're right." One of the two, probably George, replied.

"Partner in crime?" Remus mouthed to Sirius.

Sirius shrugged.

"Now, may we inquire as to why –"

"Our lovely brother is yelling and to whom?" Fred finished the question.

"We think he's yelling at Ron because Ron has find out about Harry's friendship with Draco Malfoy." Remus explained.

"Harry is now friends with Malfoy?" Fred asked surprised.

"Now that is fascinating." George concluded, tapping a finger to his chin.

At once, the same glitter appeared in both the twins' eyes.

Remus, who got suspicious at seeing that look, began to ask, "What are you two…", but was interrupted by Lucius who walked into the kitchen.

"Why are Harry and that Weasley shouting at each other? And why is nobody interfering?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, Remus and I were just going to…" Sirius began, but was interrupted by the twins.

"Oh no, leave the interfering over to us." Fred grinned.

"Yes, please sit down. We will take it upon us to see – "

"How our little brother, our dear Ronniekins, is screwing up this time." Fred finished and with a cat like grin, the twins disappeared with a CRACK.

"What do you think they mean with 'partner in crime'?" Sirius asked curiously and sat down at the table again.

Remus sighed and sat down too. "I don't know. Now, I'm more concerned with what they're planning to do."

He was answered by two loud BOOM's and more yelling.

Remus sighed. "Well, that answers my question." Sirius chuckled.

Meanwhile, back upstairs…

Harry turned around to see Fred and George grinning.

"Have you two by any chance something to do with those explosions we've just heard?" He asked amused.

"Why, of course, dear Harry," George began.

"We've decided that we would help you out."

"After all, we don't want this house destroyed,"

"Just because Ronniekins decided to be an ass." Fred finished the sentence.

"Thanks guys, for your help." Harry said gratefully.

George waved his hand. "No need to thank us, Harry."

"It was our pleasure." Fred turned to Draco. "Well, I suppose we have to be friendly to you now,"

"Seeing as you're Harry's friend now too. And Harry's friends –"

"Are our friends." The twins clapped Draco on his back. "See you around, Draco!" They waved and disappeared again with a CRACK.

Draco blinked. "Well, that was interesting."

Harry chuckled. "Yes, well, that are the twins for you."

Suddenly, Snape appeared in the doorway and with a wave of his wand, the vase was repaired. "It's nearly dinnertime. Why don't you two go to the kitchen while I lay the last hand on that potion for you, Potter?" Snape suggested.

"Yes, of course, sir. Sorry for disturbing you." Harry said hastily.

"It's not your fault Mister Weasley decided to act like a child. Now off you go." Snape turned around and closed the door.

"What happened when you were in the room?" Draco questioned when he and Harry made their way to the kitchen.

Harry told him everything, but left out his little panic attack. Draco didn't need to know that. Neither one of the boys noticed that Harry still hold Draco's arm tightly in his grip.

AN2: Well, there you have it, the examination ... Next chapter, it will be sleeping arrengements :D

The next update will be this Friday :)

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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