OMG, I'm so sorry for not updating! School has been crazy, and I'm hardly able to make it to a computer. Anyway, thanks for the reviews. I'm happy that people are reading it that sort of concerned me. Anyway, in this chapter, harry comes to visit Draco and Blaise freaks out. That is why it took so long to write this, lots of details! This should be interesting, right? : D hope this is a good one!

Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter. If I did, I'd be in paradise, and I'd marry Draco! Don't I wish…?

Chapter 4: A Very Harry Visit.

Draco sat at his table staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. The second he had woken up, he had gotten dressed and sat down at his desk. It was early. It was only 6 in the morning. The dream he had had that night was the main reason to write to Harry so much. He had followed a shadow leading to a dark house, but the shadow had dark, messy hair and bright, green eyes. He couldn't see much of his face, but he knew it was Harry.

Draco sighed. I really need to try to get un-obsessed with Harry. It's going to drive me insane! Draco thought to himself. He wrote on the paper, Dear Harry, but that was as far as he could get. Draco wasn't sure if his father was going to be out for the day, and didn't want to risk having Harry over if Mr. Malfoy was at the house.

I'll write this after breakfast. Father usually has his important announcements during breakfast. Draco thought, nodding to himself. He summoned Haley.

"Master called Haley, sir?" she squeaked.

"Yes, do you think that you or one of the other house elves could go see where Harry Potter lives? But don't let him see you guys, alright?" Draco said, not wanting Harry to know that he was spying on him.

"Of course, Master Draco," Haley squeaked, bowing. "Will it be alright if I bring Dobby with me? Two house elves are better than one."

Draco thought for a second. Then he nodded. "Yes, do that. Dobby!" he called.

Another house elf showed up. He was a lot like Haley, but was wearing a pillowcase instead of a towel sewed together. "Master Draco called Dobby?" he said, bowing deeply.

"Yes, I want you and Haley to go to Harry Potter's house and watch him for me. I mainly want to know where he lives and how he's treated by the muggles he lives with." Draco said. "But, Dobby, don't let Harry see you. I just want to see what he's up to. No harm, alright?"

Dobby bowed and said, "Dobby would be delighted, sir. When do we leave?"

Draco smiled to himself, and said, "right now. And be quiet, Harry don't trust me as much as I would like, though I don't blame him. So don't let him know you're there." Draco commanded.

The house elves bowed and, with a large crack, disappeared. Shit, let's hope that Harry won't get suspicious if he hears that. Draco thought to himself. By that time, though, it was already about 7:30 and he had to go down to the dining area, or risked being in trouble with his father.

Once he got down, he was happy to see that the only person there was his mother. "Where's Father?" Draco asked her.

His mother sipped at her tea. "He had to take a call from the minister. He should be here soon."

Draco smiled. "Great, since he's not here right now, can I ask you something?" "Sure, Draco, but quickly," she said.

"Do you think it'd be alright if I had Harry over today? That is if Father isn't here later." Draco said hopefully.

His mother set her cup down suddenly, as though shocked. Harry Potter, here? At her house? She looked at Draco's hopeful face, and smiled. "Yes, it'd be alright if Harry came here, Draco, as long as your father isn't here." She said, smiling at Draco's sudden grin.

"Thanks Mum." Draco said, sitting down. He didn't notice Mrs. Malfoy's surprised look at the word 'mum'. He'd never called her that before, and she liked it.

At that moment, Mr. Malfoy walked in. "The minister needs me to come in after breakfast. He says that there's an emergency governor's meeting, and I'm needed. There's something about Nicolas Flamel and his dratted stone. Dumbledore is there, I think he's the one calling the meeting. So I won't be here until after dinner, so don't wait up." Mr. Malfoy said, looking disgusted.

Draco had a moment of happiness, seeing as his father wouldn't be there all day, he knew that he would be allowed to have Harry over for dinner. He had a second curiosity of who Nicolas Flamel and the stone were, but he dismissed it. He didn't deem it important.

After breakfast, Mr. Malfoy left, and Draco went up the stairs to write the letter. The words Dear Harry were still there, but now he knew what he was going to write. So he wrote"

Dear Harry,

Do you think I'd be alright if you came over today? My friend Blaise and my mother want to meet you, and I would like to speak to you directly as friends for once. So, will you? If so, then you can send an answer with my owl, Jake. If yes, then I can have one of my house elves bring you here. Please send an answer with Jake, and talk to you soon!

Your friend,

Draco Malfoy

Draco read the letter and thought it'd do. He called Jake down, and said to the bird, "take this to Harry Potter, alright? Stay there until he gives you an answer. Now go!" he watched the bird fly away for a moment until he disappeared over the trees.

Right, that's that. Now what do I do. Should I sit here and wait, or not? Draco asked himself, debating, looking at the bed. Yeah, I think I'll wait. I can draw another picture. He nodded to himself and sat down to wait.

He picked up a pencil and started drawing. He did it without thinking, and when he looked to see what he was drawing, he was surprised to see that he had gotten a pretty good sketch of Harry. Damn, I need to hide this if Harry comes. That'd be hard to explain if he came into my room and saw drawings of himself all over the place. Draco thought, holding the picture. It was almost done, so he finished, and by time he was done, Haley and Dobby were back to give a report.

"Master Draco, Haley and Dobby are here to give a report on Harry Potter" Haley squeaked, bowing as soon she saw him. "Should we give it to him?"

"Of course, Haley. Quickly, though, I sent him a letter to invite him here, but I need to know what he's like so I won't make a fool of myself." Draco said, looking back and forth to the two elves.

"Harry Potter sleeps in the second bedroom on the second floor at number 4 Pivot Drive. His cousin is terrified of him, and won't stay in the same room as him, and his aunt and uncle ignore him." Dobby said, looking mad. "Harry Potter stays in his room, reading his school books. He has a snowy white owl which he had named Hedwig. Harry Potter seems like a nice boy, though quiet. Dobby thinks he's nervous for school to start. He never gets calls or messages. Dobby is sure Harry Potter has no friends. Harry Potter seemed happy when he got an owl today with a letter. "

Draco was appalled at how Harry was treated. But before he could say anything, Jake flew in with Harry's response. Draco dashed over to him and took the letter from him, telling him to get some rest. He pulled the letter open and read:

Dear Draco,

Thanks for the invite. I need something to do for now. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia don't talk to me anymore because I think that they're mad that I still managed to get into Hogwarts. They don't like magic much. So, I'm sure they won't notice that I'm gone for the day. I'm good for coming over, but what are house elves? I don't think that Aunt Petunia will like it if something got the house dirty. I can come now, if you like. I'm ready. And thanks, I appreciate the invite.

Your friend,

Harry Potter

Draco read the letter a couple times, happy that he could come. But then he got mad quickly when he remembered that his aunt and uncle were the reason that Harry wanted to get away. He said to Haley, "Go and tell Harry that I sent you to get him. And Dobby, go tell my mother that Harry answered and that he will be here. Haley, bring him to the Great Hall. That'll suffice. Now go, and thanks."

The elves bowed to Draco, and then Apparated. Draco quickly started cleaning his room. He put the pictures of Harry under his pillow, thinking that Harry wouldn't be able to see them there. Then he got on some of his ordinary clothes. He remembered how Harry looked at the robe shop, and didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

Draco headed downstairs, and saw that his mother was standing at the foot of them. "Is it true? Harry Potter is coming to visit?" she asked, turning quickly to face Draco. "What are you wearing?"

"Mother, Harry isn't like us. I saw that he had to wear clothes looking woebegone and big on him. I'm trying to make him a bit more comfortable. Though this house probably will make that seem unnecessary," he said, looking around.

She nodded and turned to face the front door. At that moment, Haley appeared holding onto the arm of the raven haired boy. He seemed to have tried to get some better clothes, and these seemed to fit him better, but they still looked terrible. Harry was looking around, an awed expression on his face.

"Hey, Harry. Welcome to Malfoy Manor!" Draco said, walking up to him, but stopping a few feet away, wanting to give him room. "How's it going?"

Harry looked at Draco quickly and looked at the floor. "It's going alright, I guess. This is a nice manor, Draco," Harry said shyly.

"Hey, don't worry, nothing to be scared about, Mr. Potter. I'm Narcissa Malfoy. I'm Draco's mother. Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Mrs. Malfoy said, coming closer and standing next to Draco.

Harry looked at her shyly, and said, "No, I haven't eaten yet. I haven't eaten in a while, really."

Mrs. Malfoy looked at him shocked. "Well, come on, then. We'll get you something to eat, and then you and Draco can go take a tour of our home. Come on, "she said, holding out her hand.

Harry looked at it for a second, and finally took it. "Alright, but real small, please? I don't want to gorge myself." He said, though Draco knew he didn't want to seem needy. Apparently Mrs. Malfoy knew that too cause she said, "Harry, here, you don't have to seem nervous. We have more than enough, and we will share it with you. So come on, and tell Haley what you want to eat."

Harry nodded, and said to Haley, "just a sandwich and some chips for now, please."

Draco sighed and said to Haley, "Bring him a couple sandwiches and a bag of chips. Ham sandwiches and a… what kind of soda do you like, Harry?" "I like Pepsi." He said, looking shy. "Bring him a Pepsi with it. You can bring it to my room; we'll be there, alright, Mother?" Draco said and, after Mrs. Malfoy nodded her ascent, Haley bowed and Apparated. "Come on, Harry, I want to show you my room. Let's go," Draco said and he held out his hand.

Harry looked at his hand, confused, and then took it. Draco felt a thrill when he felt Harry hand grasp his. Draco brought him up the stairs and opened his bedroom door. He stood aside and watched Harry look around. He sat on the bed, and the pictures from under his pillow showed a bit, but Draco quickly crossed and sat in front of them.

"This is a nice bedroom, Draco" Harry said shyly, looking around. "I like the green. It's a nice color."

Draco smiled and looked at him. His heart panged a bit as he looked at Harry's emerald green eyes, the object keeping him awake at night. "Thanks, Harry. Emerald green is my favorite color, red coming after that."

At that moment, Haley came in with Harry's food, carrying a glass of water for Draco. "Thanks, Haley. I think that's all right?" Draco asked Harry, who nodded.

Harry smiled, and asked, "Draco? Why were you so rude at the robe shop a week ago? Did I do something wrong?" Draco quickly shook his head. "No, no, no, no, you didn't Harry. That was all me, I was sort of raised to act like that. Father wants me to be superior to everyone, so he drilled that lesson into me." He explained quickly. Draco smiled reassuringly at him. "Don't worry."

Harry breathed a quick sigh of relief. "Alright. I had thought it was me, so I was worrying."

"No need to do that, Harry. C'mon, I'll show you the library," Draco said, trying to get him out of his room before he saw the picture.

Harry leapt up enthusiastically, and, after Draco gesturing ahead, led Draco into the hall. "The library is this way, Harry. C'mon." Draco said, grabbing his hand, feeling another rush as he made skin contact. I've got to get over that. He might get uncomfortable. Draco chided himself. "Oh, hey, Harry. Before we go to the library, do you mind if I introduce you to one of my friends? I invited Blaise over earlier, wondering if you'd like to meet him. He's alright, not too weird. He'll make you laugh," Draco said, looking at Harry concerned.

"That's alright, Draco. I want to meet more people in the wizard world. You and a few people I met in the Leaky Cauldron are the only ones, besides Hagrid," Harry said. Draco looked at him, and said, "Well, I think that you will like Blaise. He's one of the only ones I prefer talking to, besides you and my mother."

Harry nodded. "Alright, I believe you. When is he getting here?" he asked, looking at a tattered watch.

Draco checked his own watch, and said, "In a few moments. Want to come down and meet him?"

Harry nodded and followed Draco to the Great Hall. Mrs. Malfoy was sitting at her desk, reading the Daily Prophet but looked up when the boys walked in. "hello, boys. Did you have a good snack, Harry?" she asked, standing.

Harry nodded shyly, saying, "yes, Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you."

Draco suddenly realized that he was still holding Harry's hand. He got ready to let go, but found that Harry was holding it tightly, seeming tense. Ohhh, he's nervous. I think he just needs some support Draco thought to himself. He gave Harry's hand a quick squeeze, and Harry squeezed back, relaxing some.

"Mother, Blaise is coming soon, so when he comes, can you tell him to meet us up in the library?" Draco asked, tugging Harry back to the stairs.

Mrs. Malfoy saw Harry's hand in Draco's, but didn't comment on it. She smiled and said, "Of course kids, just don't make much of a mess."

"Gotcha, come on, Harry. I can finally show you the library." Draco said, pulling harry to the second floor. He opened the library door, and stood aside to show Harry the room.

"Wow, this is a lot of books! Are all of these yours and your parents, Draco?" harry asked, finally letting Draco's hand go.

Draco smiled, and said, "Yep. This is our library. Go on, you can take a book. I don't think Father will notice, seeing as he's hardly in here." Draco led him to a corner.

Draco watched Harry look in wonder at the books in the corner. He picked up The Tales of Beedle Bard and asked Draco, "What are these about?"

Draco took a look at the cover and said incredulously, "those are children's stories. Every wizard or witch knows about them. Didn't you ever read children books at your relatives' house?"

Harry frowned, and looked at the floor. "No… Uncle Vernon never got me anything that wasn't my cousin Dudley's and even then they didn't work or fit right. That's why these clothes don't fit. He's much bigger than me. They didn't let me do anything that a normal kid would do," Harry said, then looked at Draco. "You're my first friend. Dudley made sure that no one would ever like me in school, so that's why I hardly talk to any people."

Draco listened to this in shock. They never gave him anything? And I'm his first friend? Who wouldn't like this boy? He's kind, smart, and- Draco didn't finish that thought, instead saying to Harry, "Well, would you like to keep the book? We have a few copies of it, and I don't think Father will notice it missing. And I think I'm going to give you some clothes. I think you're roughly my size, right? So, I'm going to give you some clothes. Mother put some spells on them so that no matter what you do to them, they won't be tarnished."

Harry looked at him, stunned, and then looked at the book. "You're giving this to me? But I don't really need this. I'm-"Draco cut him off, saying, "don't say a word. You're keeping it and that's final. Now let's go find some clothes." And Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up to his room, forgetting about the pictures under his pillow.

Draco pulled Harry directly to his closet and opened it. "I think that you'd look good in dark blue or midnight green" (A/N Midnight green is a color that looks black, but in the light it has a green cast. It's quite pretty). "What do you like, Harry? Anything you want, go ahead and take it. I don't really need it." Draco said, stepping aside.

Harry looked around shyly, glanced at Draco, and when he got a reassuring nod, he grabbed a dark green t-shirt. "Is this OK? I like this color." He said, holding it up.

Draco took a look at him for a second, and then grabbed Harry's hand, saying, "I guess we won't know until you try it on, alright? Here, go into the bathroom and try it on. Go on." He said, pushing him to the bathroom. Harry went in and came out a few minutes later looking embarrassed, wearing the new shirt.

Draco looked at him. Damn, he looks… hot! No, get that thought out of your head, he said, giving himself a mental shake. He told Harry, "That looks great on you. Now, why don't we get you some jeans, and then I'll give you a bag to put some more clothes into."

Harry smiled, and followed Draco to the closet. "Are you sure? I really don't need more stuff. I'm good with what I have." He said, hesitating at the door.

"Harry, don't complain. You're getting clothes, so just deal with it." Draco said, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the closet. "Now, choose some clothes. A couple of pairs of pants and t-shirts should suffice."

Harry sighed, and then looked around. "How about these?" he asked, holding a navy blue t shirt and a pair of black jeans.

Draco looked at the clothes for a second, and said, "how about you go try them on. Then I can tell you yes or no."

Harry looked uncomfortable but headed back to the bathroom. Draco looked at the door, trying not to imagine Harry undressing. I've really got to get rid of these feelings, at least around Harry. Draco thought, but his thoughts got interrupted when Harry opened the door and stood in the dark shirt and pants.

"Wow, you look great in those. Do they fit alright?" Draco asked trying to not show his attraction to the green eyed boy.

"Yeah, thanks. I think this is all I need. I don't have much need for clothes in the Dursley house." Harry said, looking self-conscious. Draco looked at him bewildered.

"What do you mean, 'don't have much need'? Don't you go places with the Dursleys?" Draco asked, unhappy.

"Well, no. they leave me with Mrs. Figg down the road whenever they go places. The only times I can get out of the house is during school or after school. That is if I'm not grounded for something I didn't do or if I did something unnatural." He said, looking down.

"What do you mean by unnatural?" Draco said, having an idea.

"Stuff like me accidentally turning my teacher's wig blue or growing my hair back to its original state after having it nearly completely seared off. The most recent time was a last month when I finally got to go to the zoo for Dudley's birthday because Mrs. Figg had broken her leg. I made the glass vanish in the snake exhibit and set the boa constrictor on him. He'd fallen in and the glass came back and he was stuck in it." Harry said, looking slightly amused. But that look quickly vanished as he seemed to remember something unpleasant occurring after that.

"Harry, you performed accidental magic. Young wizards do that all the time. It's nothing unnatural." Draco said, putting his hand on Harry's arm. But only because Harry looked so down, he put his arms around him and pulled him into a hug. Harry stiffened for a second, but relaxed after a moment. Then he hugged him back.

"Thanks, Draco. I always thought that it was just me. Though, mainly because my uncle drilled into me that there was no such thing as magic, I never could explain what was happening. So I was always punished by either no dinner or meals, and I was confined to my cupboard for days at a time. Sometimes, though, I got a beating, but after Hagrid told me that I was a wizard, they haven't done anything to me. They practically ignore me." Harry said, looking matter- of- fact about this. He talked about his punishments like they were nothing.

But it wasn't anything to Draco. He'd been raised on pampering and love. "What are you talking about? I've always heard about you being pampered and spoiled, raised by a good wizarding family. Isn't that true?" he asked, looking dismayed.

Harry looked at Draco incredulous. "What are you talking about? I've been living with my mother's family for the past 10 years, and they never looked at me without disgust or hatred. Aunt Petunia hates animals, and yet my Aunt Marge's dog, Ripper, gets better treatment than me! I've always been an outcast in school, everyone knows me as Dudley's stupid cousin, and they don't like me because they all know that Dudley don't like me! It's been hell…" he ranted, trailing off and sitting on the bed.

Draco felt disgusted at what Harry had been through. "Hey, Harry, would you like to stay here for a few days? As long as you stay away from Father, I don't think that'd be a problem. I could have you stay in one of the rooms where Father doesn't usually go, or you could stay in here. The only one who usually comes into my room is Mother, and she likes you. Would you like that?" he asked, not quite sure he knew what he was offering.

He felt as though he was making the right decision when Harry looked up looking hopeful, saying, "are you sure? I don't want to be a burden."

Draco looked at him in disbelief. "What gave you the idea that you could be a burden? You're not a burden, you're a kid. And, yes, I'm sure I want you to stay here for a few days. Don't argue." He said, crossing his arms looking curious.

Harry mumbled incoherently. "What was that?" Draco asked softly. I can't tell what he's saying, but his tone sounds sad. What's wrong? "My aunt and uncle told me often over the years that I was a burden, and that I only deserved to live as long as I worked for it," Harry said so softly that Draco wasn't sure he heard correctly.

What? He had to work to live? What kind of family makes a child do that? Draco thought to himself. He shook his head mentally and said to harry, "I don't know where they got that kind of idea, but children aren't a burden. And you don't have to work to deserve to live. Everyone deserves to live, no matter what." Draco said taking Harry's chin and making him look up. "Don't ever think that again. Now, get this thinking out of your mind, and let's finish getting you ready to meet Blaise."

Harry nodded shyly, and then looked at the small pile of clothes that Draco had already given him. "I think this will be enough, Draco. I don't really need anymore." Harry said softly, obviously not wanting to take anymore.

Draco cocked his head to the side. "Hmmm, maybe only one more outfits, alright? Just one shirt and one pair of pants, Harry, don't shake your head." He said amused, and Harry shook his head in protest.

Harry grumbled to himself, but said "Fine."

Draco smiled in triumph. "Alright, c'mon, but this time, I'm going to put together an outfit for you." He said, taking his hand again. He pulled Harry to the closet and made him close his eyes. "Stay here, and don't peek! I don't want you to know what I'm going to choose. "Harry nodded in agreement, and closed his eyes.

Draco reached in, looking for the best clothes he could find that didn't involve dress robes. He chose a dark purple t-shirt and a pair of dark black jeans. He figured that the color would work best with his hair and eyes, the exact things that Draco couldn't get out of his mind.

"Alright, Harry, here. I think these will look nice on you." He said, holding the clothes out. "You can get dressed here, there's no reason to be shy. We're both guys, after all." I might get a chance to see him shirtless and- Draco shook the thought out of his head.

Harry looked nervous, but reluctantly agreed. He turned around and took off his shirt. Draco blanched when he saw the scars on Harry's back, long ones from his waist all the way to his neck. There were about 6 or 7 of them, and they all looked terrible. What the hell happened to him! He's been tortured by those, those muggles! That isn't right, especially with someone that young! He's only 11! Draco thought all of this while Harry changed his shirt, putting on the new one.

"Hey, Draco? Do you mind not telling anyone about the scars? I know that you saw them, but I don't want anyone else to know," Harry said, turning around slowly and taking in Draco's pale face. "Hey, are you alright? I didn't think that they were that bad! Are they?" he asked, trying to feel his back.

"Oh! No, I just didn't expect them to be there. Aren't you 11? What did you supposedly do to get those!?" he asked, appalled.

Harry sighed, and started changing into the jeans. Any other time, and Draco would have been overjoyed to see him change, but he was caught up in terrifying thoughts of what Harry could have done to deserve it. "I didn't do anything. And I mean, literally, nothing. I burnt the bacon a little bit, I didn't clean the kitchen correctly, I spoke back to Uncle Vernon, anything. I've been living in a cupboard for the past 10 years. Its normal, the beatings I get. I'm used to them. There isn't anything wrong." He said, not looking at Draco. He was now looking out the window, having finished changing.

Draco was repulsed. And we're lead to believe that this boy was raised in love and pampering! This boy is beaten for nothing! Draco thought walking over to him. "Are you alright? Will you be fine, living with them?" he asked softly, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. He got a good shock when Harry turned slowly around and he had silent tears streaming down his face.

Draco pulled him into a hug without thinking about it. Harry hugged him back, burying his face into his shoulder. "Shhh, don't worry. You'll be fine here. We'll take good care of you." He whispered into his ear. Harry nodded slowly, still crying. "It's hard to think about it, I try not to." He said his words muffled.

Draco felt his heart break when he heard the sadness in his voice, but before he could do anything, he heard a cough behind him. He separated from Harry, who had his head turned so that the new comer couldn't see his red-rimmed eyes and tears. Draco turned, and saw that Blaise was looking amused and curious. "Hey, mate. Who's the boy?" he asked, leaning on the door.

Draco glanced at Harry, whose eyes were slowly turning back to normal. He kept his back to Blaise, but looked sideways at Draco. He smiled softly, blushing slightly.

"Um, this is Harry, Blaise. Harry Potter. Remember I told you about him?" he said uncertainty, still looking at Harry. "Oh, yeah, I remember. So, you're the Boy Who Lived. Nice to meet you, I'm Blaise Zambini." He said, holding his hand out to Harry. Harry had turned around, his eyes back to normal.

He glanced at Draco nervously and took Blaise's hand. "Hi," he said softly. "Please don't call me the Boy Who Lived. That's a bit uncomfortable." He asked quietly.

Blaise nodded good-naturally. "Yeah, it's alright. I don't mind. So, Potter, what's living with muggles like?" he asked, slouching onto the bed.

Shit, he's not going to like that question Draco thought, shooting a warning glance in Blaise's direction. He turned to Harry, and said, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Harry sighed. "It's alright. The muggles are mean, but not all are. Just the ones I live with. It's normal, living with muggles. But there isn't any magic, everything is done by hand. That's why I can hold my own weight. I had to do everything, they were just lazy asses. I don't like them, at all." He said firmly but quietly, still not used to Blaise yet.

The said boy looked at Harry dumbfounded. "Wow, and here the wizarding world was always thinking that you were raised pampered and loved! Were we wrong!" he exclaimed.

Harry looked startled. "Who told you that I've been pampered? That is definitely not true. I've been beaten in that house." He cut off there, biting his lip, not meaning to have said that.

Draco flinched. Shit… he thought as he looked at Blaise, who was looking shocked and repulsed. "You've been beaten! What for!" he almost shrieked, but quieted down as Draco waved his hands and shot a look at the door. I should have put silencing charms on the door. Father and Mother might get suspicious. That is if Father's here yet he thought.

"Hey, I think we should go outside. Harry is all ready, so I can show you one of my favorite places outside." Draco said, interrupting the conversation. He didn't want to get into the subject, after what had happened the last time. He didn't think that Harry would want to cry in front of Blaise.

"Yeah, alright, we can go outside. Come on, mate. Let's go." Blaise said, standing, still looking shocked out of his mind. Draco walked quickly to Harry, saying, and "sorry, Blaise doesn't know what was wrong. You don't have to worry about what he says. He usually speaks before thinking. So, relax."

Harry nodded slightly. "Thanks, and I'm sorry for earlier. I guess I was freaking out a bit…." He trailed off, as Draco took his chin and made him look into his eyes.

"Harry, don't ever apologise for that. You have a reason to cry, and 'freak out' as you put it. And don't mind Blaise. Ignore him, that's what I do." Draco smiled assuredly. "Alright?"

Harry hesitated, and then nodded. "Alright," he whispered softly.

Draco smiled. "Good, now let's go find Blaise, and I can show you my favorite place in this house." He said, taking Harry's hand, and pulling him to the door.

I really hope Blaise learns to keep his mouth shut. Draco thought, opening the door. I don't want Harry to panic too much.

Draco almost didn't see the person standing in the shadows, but he looked up when Harry gasped, and pulled him to a stop.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here, Draco? Going to a walk with this boy?" the person said, his voice freezing Draco's blood. "I don't think so. Stop where you are."

The man stepped out of the shadows, confirming Draco's fear of who it was.

The man was Lucius Malfoy, and he had an evil glint in his eyes.