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She
did a fair job, turning my hair a bright yellow gold, and one eye bright blue
(the other staying grey). After a sip of aging potion, my lips narrowed and my
jaw squared out. Granger said I looked a little like a lopsided Gilderoy Lockheart�with less
obvious teeth.

�Oh
Lord,� Potter moaned.

�Still
looks like Malfoy,� Weasley
put his worthless two cents in. �Look at that sneer,� he said, sneering a good
deal himself. �Don�t you have any other facial expressions?�

�Shut
up Weasley,� I drawled.

�Still
sound like him too,� Weasley
continued. �Better watch out; you�ll be hauled off to Azkaban right along with
your father if you don�t-�

�Shut
up Ron,� Potter and Granger said together.

�If
anyone asks,� Granger said in a bossy sort of tone as we trooped out the front
door, me in a combination of Potter�s and my clothes. �His name is Evan and
he�s my older brother, here for a visit.�

Weasley wouldn�t shut up. �Your older brother,
Hermione? Not your boyfriend?�

�What
is it with you? You�ve been nothing but horrible since you go here this
morning!� Granger snapped, whirling around to glare.

He
turned red and mumbled something at the ground.

�That�s
better,� Granger narrowed her eyes. �C�mon.�

Weasley was quiet as we made our way about Diagon
Alley, though it could�ve been the somberness of the atmosphere too. The usually
bustling streets had only a few witches and wizards scattered about, walking
quickly about their errands with eyes down cast. There were still the wanted
posters, with many Death Eaters who were still on the loose sulking about the
picture frames.

Suddenly
Granger stopped and sucked in her breath. �Oooh,
look!� she pointed.

On
the right was Florean Fortescue�s
Ice Cream Parlor, now boarded up and layered with purple Ministry Posters.
Professor Snape sat sullenly in one corner of his
picture, with his name and �Wanted for Murder of Albus
Dumbledore - Reward For Capture, Dead Or Alive� in big,
bold lettering. Next to it was a poster with my picture, face glowering and
staring out at the street. I was wanted for suspicion of practice of the Dark
Arts and the Unforgiveable Curses.

The
four of us stared a little bit, dumbfounded, before Potter said,

�Come
on. The Leaky Cauldron is up ahead.�

We
ate lunch in the nearly deserted pub, not talking much. Things in the wizarding world, I realized, had gotten really bad.

After
that we made a trip to the Apothecary so Granger could �stock up for the
summer.�

��Stock up for the summer?�� Weasley had
repeated incredulously. �What do you do, Hermione? Do you brew potions in your
bedroom on your holidays?�

Granger�s
face crinkled a little as she said defensively, �Obviously I couldn�t before. But I can now. Go on, tell him, Harry.�

Potter
nodded. �She keeps me supplied with Polyjuice as I
need it. But I don�t know how your parents can put up with it; it must smell
really bad.�

�They
didn�t like it at first,� she admitted. �Now all I need is some more boomslang skin, and then we can go to Flourish and Blotts.�

�Why
would we go there?� Weasley said, stopping his overly
large feet in their overly large tracks and holding up a couple of older
witches in the doorway. �We don�t have our booklists yet!�

�And
we might not ever get them,� Potter added darkly.

�Maybe
you don�t care if you fall behind in your studies,� Granger said hotly,
ignoring Potter�s valid point. �But I do!�

�Are
you going to assign homework and make up tests for yourself too?� I asked
sarcastically but she answered with the deepest sincerity, touched with
indignation,

�How
would I learn if I wrote the tests
myself?�

�Are
all Muggles like this about school, Potter?� I asked, and Potter rolled his
eyes and didn�t answer.

Weasleys� Wizard Wheezes was a welcome change of
pace, and was more crowded than the rest of the stores had been put together.
There were children everywhere, darting in and out of the rows of shelves and
squealing, and I had to restrain myself from kneeing them in the head when they
got too close.

In
the window display there was a small display of dolls with a shock of unruly
black hair, green eyes, and glasses. When you said, �You-Know-Who Stinks,� a
lightning bolt on the forehead lit up. I grabbed one and was looking around for
Potter when a group of five squalling kids barreled down the aisle and I had to
dive out of the way to safety.

Once
the dust settled, the bell on the door chimed and Potter walked back into the
shop.

�Where
were you?� I asked.

�Left
something at Flourish and Blotts,� he said, not
looking me in the eye. �I�ll show you later. What�s this?� He asked, taking the
doll from my hand.

�Our
mascot for these troubled times,� said a voice behind us. It was Fred or George
Weasley, grinning from ear to ear. �D�you like them, Harry? They�ve been selling really
well, especially to the young ladies.�

�Oh
brother,� I muttered. �They�re kind of ugly, don�t you think, Potter?�

�Who
are you?� Fred or George turned and stared at me.

�Er,� Potter flushed. �He�s a friend of Hermione�s�her
brother, actually�Evan, this is George.�

�Hi,�
I said, trying to make my voice sound deeper.

George
narrowed his eyes. �Hermione doesn�t have a brother.�

�Sure
she does; she doesn�t talk about him a lot. How is your Shield Charm line
selling?� Potter said quickly, changing the subject.

�Great,�
George said. �Come and have a look��

The
two bustled off into the back of the shop.

Ron
needed more owl pellets, and so we trouped across to the Magical Menagerie. The
shop looked crowded with squalking animals and dark
compared to the bright sunlight of the street.

I�d stubbed my toe on a very ugly copper troll that was stationed outside the
door when suddenly, in a great voice it bellowed,

�Intruder
alert! Intruder alert! Show yourself, friend or foe!�

The
four of us stood frozen in the door way, horrified, as the troll continued to
roar, �Show yourself, friend or foe!�

�Oh
no,� Granger whispered. �Your disguise set off an alarm!�

A
harried looking witch covered in cat hair came bustling from the back, waving
her wand at us with narrowed eyes. �Which one of you is it?� she demanded
shrilly. �Never mind, I don�t want to know! Get out! I won�t have any Death
Eaters guised as unregistered Animagius!�

I
had tensed myself to make a run for it, but Potter put one hand on my arm.

�Don�t
make us look more suspicious,� he hissed in my ear.

�Oh
no, I�ll just stand here and wait for the Ministry to come get me,� I snarled
back, but he had a tight grip on my arm.

�Hagrid!� The witch shrieked, strands of hair
escaping from her bun.

�Hagrid?� Potter, Granger, and Weasley
all said together, relaxing.

The
floor seemed to vibrate as a gigantic man came striding out from the back of
the pet shop. He smiled beneath his massive beard, looking surprised but
pleased as he said,

�Harry,
Ron, Hermione! S�all right,� he waved to the witch
who owned the pet shop. �These be friends o�mine. An who�s yer friend here?� he asked, holding out an enormous hand to
me.

�This
is my brother,� Granger said smoothly, beaming at Hagrid.
�Evan.�

�I
din know yeh had a brother, Hermione,� Hagrid said as Ron snorted, so softly only Granger and I
could hear.

�He�s
visiting the Wizarding World,� Granger told him,
stepping back on Ron�s foot.

��Probly why he
set off the alarm; scared death out yeh din it, poor Muggle�ah shut up, you.� Reaching around us, he knocked the troll
sharply on the head three times. ��M here for the summer, workin with animals.� His face fell, and his beard
drooped as he added, �Not a huge demand for the blast-ended skwerts.
Bin havin a hard time finding them all homes.�

�You
don�t think it�s because-� Weasley
started, but miraculously had the brains to shut his big mouth on his own.

�That�s
really too bad,� Granger said, trying to look sympathetic but really looking
disturbed.

�Yeah,
really is,� he said, snuffing a little, but then he brightened. �Say, yeh lot wouldn�t want one, would yeh?
Great pets. Friendly too. I
know ho much yeh loved �em
��

�Mum
would string me up,� Weasley said cheerfully, while
Potter said at the same time, �Hedwig wouldn�t like it.�

Hagrid looked at Granger, then me. �S�pose
the pair o� yeh can�t have �em
in the Muggle world.�

�Sorry,
Hagrid,� Granger said weakly.

�Shame
that is,�

Not
really, I thought.

The
pet shop witch was still standing behind Hagrid,
watching us nervously, eyes flickering between the four of us but resting
mostly on me. Granger must have noticed this for she said,

�We
better get going. It�s been so nice seeing you Hagrid;
I hope you find good homes for the skrewts,� and we
all bid a quick good-bye.

�That
was too close a call,� Granger said, as we walked quickly off down the street.

�Yeah,
for a minute there I thought Hagrid would have us
walking the skrewts again,� Weasley
shuddered.

�You
should�ve seen them full grown,� Potter said, and made a face.

�He
was a great teacher,� I muttered under my breath, feeling my upper lip curl as
I rubbed my arm where the Hippogriff had bitten me. �Books that mauled their
owners, and I�ve never been burned, stung, and bitten all in the same lesson. Really quite a quality educational experience. Can�t believe Father didn�t get him sacked.�

Weasley heard me. �Malfoy, you�re an-�

�Shh, Ron!� Granger hissed, cutting us off sharply.
�Someone might hear you! We should be getting back; who knows how many other
shops have those alarms,�

�At
any rate, it�s getting dark,� Potter said, stopping and looking back over his
shoulder when we reached the outskirts.

�Coming?�
I asked.

He
jumped; his eyes had been distant. �Yeah,�

There
was a soft pop where Weasley had Disapparated,
and Granger was suddenly gone.

�Yeah,�
he said again. �Let�s go.�

Back
in Godric�s Hollow, I sat on the same stool, eyes clenched tight shut as Granger flickered her
wand about my head again. I was terrified suddenly that she wouldn�t be able to
undo what she�d done, which would be horrible�I�d gotten rather attached to my
face the way it was�I didn�t want to masquerade as a Muggle
� especially one related to Granger � for the rest of my life�maybe I could
just curse my way-

�Done!� Granger said with authority, and maybe a trace of relief.
�Reversed the aging potion and transformed you back!�

Weasley looked disappointed, but Potter was barely listening.

�You
okay?� I said, as Potter turned off the light that night.

�Yeah,
I�ll be fine,� he said, but sounded uncertain.

I
closed my eyes, ready to let him be alone with his thoughts when he said,

�I�m
going to be gone for a few days. I�ll probably be gone when you and Hermione
wake up, so be nice to her.�

Opening
my eyes again I turned over to look at his profile in the dim light.

�She�s
going to be staying at the Burrow, so you�ll be here by yourself.�

�Okay.�

After
a pause Potter said, �Going to miss me?�

He�d
asked so softly I wasn�t sure if he was cocky or shy. �I�d be a prat if I said I did, wouldn�t I?�

�More
like if you didn�t say you would.�

He
was shy. Aw, I thought to myself. Little Potter misses his�whatever I am.
�Alright then, I�m going to miss you.� Immediately I felt foolish, and my
cheeks felt warm. �Order stuff?� I cleared my throat.

�Voldemort stuff,� he replied, and I knew better than to ask
anymore.

He
lay awake, I was awake, and I couldn�t think of anything else to say so I
propped myself up on one arm and kissed him.

He
kissed back, lunging up and rolling us both over, so he was flush atop of me
and I could feel how warm and long his body was. My tongue was doing something
with his, sliding, touching, rubbing one against the other until I was sure I�d
never forget the way he tasted. Our lips broke contact and we both gasped, and
suddenly I realized we were both rubbing, his leg between my thighs and straddling
the other. It felt better than I thought it would. Potter pressed his forehead
to mine as we moved, bedclothes rustling slightly, pajama bottoms growing damp
with sweat then semen as we groaned, first him, then me, and we lay back,
satiated. Potter stayed where he was, looking down at me with a slightly
distant look in his eyes.

�What
would you do if I never came back?� His voice was hushed, tender.

�Is
that a promise, Potter?�

�Draco,
I�m serious.�

I
remembered the black eye, his fatigue, the limp. �I�d find whoever it was in
the Order that was supposed to protect you, and curse them to pieces.�

�I�m
going alone.�

�You
shouldn�t do that. I know better than anyone else what happens when you think
you can carry out a Big Important Mission by yourself.�

�I
had help, but he died.� Potter said testily, a little louder, and I felt a sharp
stab of remorse.

�Sorry,�
I said gently, and lifted my head to peck him on the lips to pacify him. �I
wish...� I wish things could have been different. �I wish I could help you.�

�No
one can, now.�

�My
bold, brave hero,� I said sarcastically, but Potter didn�t seem to hear.

�You
couldn�t do it, Malfoy. Kill Dumbledore, I mean.�

�No
need to rub it in. Father thinks I�m a big enough fail-�

�You�re
not a failure. Maybe as a Death Eater, but I�m glad you�re a failure then.�

�Well�thanks.
Me too.�

�Too
bad Snape�s not a failure.�

I
didn�t envy Snape, wherever he was now, and I said
so. �I�ve seen what it�s like to be a Death Eater, and I don�t think I could�do
that anymore. Even if He didn�t want me dead. Even
if�� I was going to say, If Dumbledore had lived, but couldn�t bring myself to
say his name out loud.

�Really? Your Father�?�

I
scoffed. �I�ve disappointed him enough so far. It probably hasn�t been a big
surprise to him that I couldn�t cut it as a Death Eater.�

As
a son I�ve been a sore disappointment to Father, something he�d made quite
clear, especially recently. I wasn�t good enough in Quidditch,
in my marks at school, in my lack of girlfriends. Potter beat me on the field,
Granger beat me in the class room, and there�d been Pansy�well, Pug-faced Pansy
Parkinson not only sounded fun, but it fit her well too. Like a glove. Or a collar, if you prefer.

But
Father had never quit trying. If anything, he was grooming me to be the best
damn Death Eater in the whole sodding lot. So it was
only fitting that I�d messed that up too, in my very first year of
You-Know-Who�s service. The fact that I was now snogging
and almost shagging the Boy-Who-Lived�I almost wish he did know. I could probably make him turn as red as Weasley.

Potter
was quiet, leaving me with my thoughts, as he rolled off and curled next to me.
He was warm, which was comforting.

Just
as I was about to drift off to sleep he said in a sleepy voice,

�I
got something for you. Or us, really. I�ll leave it
for you.�

TBC
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