Chapter 1
Written by: DracosTheBest

It had been a warm summer night. A typical English night. But it had turned cold; something was different in the atmosphere. The whole Wizarding world could feel it.

Two tall men were making their way towards an old house. One with long, dark brown hair and the other with hair so blonde it was almost silver in the moonlight. The one with the dark hair was walking at full speed while the blonde was falling behind.

“Hurry up, Draco.” Snape barked. Draco hastened his speed now walking right next to Severus Snape.

“Why are you taking me there?” asked Draco, his voice trembling slightly, “You know the Dark Lord will kill me!”

Snape heard the fear in Draco’s voice. Anyone could see Draco was scared. He was shaking uncontrollably.

“You know very well that he wanted us to report to him immediately…” Snape answered.

Draco felt like his heart had just sunk to the bottom of his stomach. He thought that maybe Snape would be able to protect him.

“ …and he won’t kill you. I won’t let him.” Snape finished.

Draco looked at Snape feeling grateful that at least this greasy, hook-nosed man liked him. Snape didn’t notice. He was too busy looking around to make sure no one was following. Draco looked ahead and saw the old house looming up in front of them.

“And how are you going to stop the Dark Lord from killing me? No, don't kill Draco or I’ll beat you up?!” said Draco sarcastically.

“You just shut up and follow my lead, understood?” said Snape glaring at Draco.

Draco stayed quiet the rest of the way. Frantic thoughts were going through his head. How can Snape protect him? The Dark Lord is the most powerful wizard in the world now that Dumbledore was gone! Draco hadn’t finished his task. He was going to get punished for it. Painfully.

How stupid of me to have listened to my father and joined the Death Eaters, Draco thought to himself.

They had reached the house. The Riddle House they called it. It had been abandoned for years and now the Dark Lord was using it as his headquarters.


Snape went up to the door and Draco followed. The older man looked around one last time and took out his wand. Draco -feeling unprotected- did the same. They inched forward towards the door then Snape flicked his wand 4 times and the it slid open.

“Go in.” Snape instructed. Draco hesitated, put his wand at the ready, and slowly he creeped inside. The house was dark, very dark; too dark. There was a faint glowing light coming from a room at the end of the corridor.

“Let’s go.” Snape said pushing Draco slightly to get him moving.

Draco made his way to the glowing light, his heart thumping incredibly fast. Each step Draco took seemed to echo throughout the whole house, declaring their presence. Then suddenly out of the glowing room someone came out. Draco could see that the person had long white-blonde hair. She was a beautiful woman. It was Draco’s mother.

“Severus! Did he do it? Did you do it?” said Narcissa talking to Snape as if Draco wasn’t there.


“He couldn’t do it.” said Snape a trace of hatred in his voice.

Narcissa burst into tears and then suddenly seemed to realize Draco was there.

“Oh Draco! You’re alive! You’re ok! The Dark Lord, he’ll be angry… he’ll punish you…it was all to get revenge on your father…” Narcissa said sobbing and hugging Draco tightly to herself.

Draco let her hug him. Her embrace made Draco feel warmer, calmer, better. When he realized what he was doing he quickly said, “Get off of me mother. I’m fine.” He pushed her away, regretting his action the moment he did it. Narcissa moved on over to Snape.

“Severus, you must protect Draco…you promised…the Unbreakable Vow!” she cried.


“Narcissa, I am clearly aware of what I have promised and what I have to do.” he said looking over at Draco who was watching his mother with fear in his light blue eyes.


Narcissa clutched the front of Snape’s robes, her face so close to his that her tears were forming little dark splashes on the material of his dark robes. She let out a shuddering gasp, “How are you going to stop the Dark Lord from killing him?”

Draco felt weak. He felt like he had been hit with the Talentallegra jinx; his legs kept twitching and couldn’t support his weight so he sat down on a nearby chair.


Snape got a hold of Narcissa’s wrists and calmly pried her fingers loose of his robes. “I don’t have time for this Narcissa,” Snape whispered. “Now, the Dark Lord is not here, correct?”

“N-No. He’s not. He will arrive shortly is all he said to me.”

Snape began to pace back and forth in the small room. Draco sat on his chair wondering what would happen to him…to his mother. A few minutes passed in silence except for the steady sound of Snape’s footfall.

“The Dark Lord should have no reason to kill you, Draco.” Snape’s sudden words startled both Malfoys out of their own thoughts.

“You managed to get the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, Dumbledore is dead…that is all that matters.” Snape said more to himself than anyone in the room.

Narcissa let out a sigh of relief as Draco just sat there staring blankly at Snape. The scene in the Astronomy tower played over and over again in his young mind. The conversation he had with Dumbledore still ringing in his ears. What if he had accepted Dumbledore’s help? Where would he be right now? What would the Dark Lord have done?

Dumbledore said he wasn’t a killer. Draco agreed. After all, he couldn’t kill Dumbledore.

Draco saw Snape walk over to a window and peer outside. There was a gust of cold wind but none of the windows were open. Draco looked at his mother, then quickly turned his eyes back to the ex-Potions Master.

“He’s coming,” Snape whispered as he walked over to Draco’s side, “The Dark Lord is coming.”

The Dark Lord is coming, Draco thought feeling immobilized, death is coming.

Chapter 2
Written by: hp_lvr01

In an instant, the temperature dropped dramatically. Snape kept his stoic physical appearance; Draco tried to do the same although his shaking turned to shivering jerks.

Narcissa uttered a soft cry as the room at the end of the hallway opened for a second time. A hooded figure appeared and lifted his hand slowly, beckoning.

“Come.” The figure growled.

Draco seemed to be frozen in place.

“Go boy!” Snape snarled, giving him a hard push toward the Death Eater.

Draco stepped fell forward then began walking. Each step was like an icicle of fear cutting through him. He felt his mother and Snape’s presence behind him.

The ominous glow of the room surrounded the trio as the stepped into the room. The walls could not be seen because they were covered by rows of Death Eaters. If they believed the preceding room to be cold then this room was to be considered deathly, the only warmth came from a fireplace at the front of the room.

There was a tall, cloaked figure in front of the fire. Although he was not facing them no one could mistake his identity.

The Death Eater that called them in spoke, “My Lord, they are here.”

Draco couldn’t hold himself together, shivering more. The figure turned and there was a sudden rush of movement as everyone in the room bowed. Draco scrambled to copy the others.

Voldemort was dressed in a long black cloak. It enveloped his tall figure and displayed his mentally perilous mind in his appearance.

“Well,” Voldemort spoke in a dangerous voice, “What do we have here? A fool’s son appearing to beg for mercy? How quaint.”

The Dark Lord laughed humorlessly. It was a sickening raspy sound easily compared to nails against a chalkboard.

In a sudden move Voldemort was two inches away from Draco, who was breathing shallowly now and could only stare helplessly.

“What do you have to say child?” he asked in a forceful tone.

Everyone was looking at Draco. He couldn’t move, his body not allowing him to. Say something!

“I-I wish t-t-to prove my-myself.” He stuttered.

Voldemort sneered. It was an awful site to see, especially from Draco’s proximity. He tried to keep his face composed as he watched the face of evil. That moment was broken by Voldemort’s voice. It sounded in what seemed to be an amused tone.

“Prove yourself? A bold request indeed.” He said moving back a few feet, “Alright then. You shall have your chance.”

This made everyone look up curiously, awaiting the task that was to be given. Draco’s palms began to sweat as he listened for his fate. Would he have to kill someone? He knew already he would fail. No one spoke. The few seconds of silence seemed to drag on for ages.

“What you must do,” Draco leaned forward slightly as he listened as Voldemort talked, “is befriend either Potter himself or someone close to him and gain their trust.”

Everything seemed to stop as relief rushed through Draco. I don’t have to kill! He enjoyed the few moments of bliss but then comprehension hit him hard as he realized what he must do.

Before anyone could speak the Dark Lord was already turning away speaking abruptly, “Now get out! I do not wish to have such filth near me for such an amount of time.”

Narcissa grabbed her son’s hand and quickly left the room behind Snape.

Pettigrew came up behind his master asking, “Forgive my ignorance but why give the boy a task, and such and important one?”

Voldemort turned swiftly making his servant cower, “His father was an insolent fool. Naturally the boy should be killed. Why not be entertained while doing the deed?” he spoke, “and also my pet, how many times have I told you not to question me? AVADA KEDAVRA!”

A green light shot out of his wand filling the room with a terrible sream of agony. Voldemort enjoyed the pain in front of him then lifted the curse turned away contently.

The shouts of the earlier attack had reached the other room, but even they could not shake Draco from his shock.

“Draco, dear?” Narcissa spoke.

“Come now Draco! Be happy you’re not dead!” Snape exclaimed, almost shouting.

At those words Draco managed to stand and speak, “Let’s go.”

In the next moment the room was as vacant as Draco.

Chapter 3
Written by: Linda Black

Draco was despondent because he knew how stubborn Harry Potter was. Harry had never had any reason to trust him and there was no way he would listen to a single word he said. The same thing was true of Ron Weasley. That boy had taken an instant dislike to him since the day they met and he wouldn’t believe anything he said to him, either. Draco was about to give up until a miracle happened. There was one person who was close to Harry Potter who he might be able to talk to and here she was, sitting right there in the Leaky Cauldron.

Draco smiled to himself. If this plan worked everything that he had ever done wrong would be forgiven, the Dark Lord would have no reason to punish him and he could go on with his life as if nothing had happened. He turned and walked toward the girl’s table, putting on as contrite an air as he possibly could. He held his head down in a very uncharacteristic way and worked with a slow, sad shuffle.

“Hi, Hermione,” he said, stopping in front of her. [i]She looks nice today[i], he thought to himself. She really was developing into quite a beautiful young woman. Her hair was nicely styled, not flying all over the place, and her big brown eyes were open and eager with anticipation. He saw a question in those eyes now.

“What’s wrong with you, Draco, what happened to your usual greeting of ‘filthy little mudblood’? You actually called me by my name,” Hermione exclaimed, half sarcastically and half shocked.

Draco knew he had to convince Hermione to go along with his plan or he would be in a world of trouble which he could never get out of. “Hermione, I was only playing with you when I called you those names. You know I always liked you, otherwise I wouldn’t have said anything to you to begin with.”

“Really?”, Hermione responded. She wasn’t yet ready to believe Draco, still thinking this was another trick on his part to humiliate her in some way. She had noticed that Draco seemed sad, somehow beaten, though, and she wanted to know what was wrong with him to make him act like that.

Hermione decided to come straight to the point and asked, “Something seems different about you today. What’s the matter, Draco?”

“Well, I don’t know whether you want to hear this or not,” Draco admitted, hesitantly.

Hermione was intrigued. “Go ahead. You’re here now and I might as well hear whatever it is you’ve got to say,” she answered, taking a sip of her butterbeer.

“This place has great butterbeer, doesn’t it?”, Draco said, pulling up a seat. “Hermione, I want to be honest with you. I don’t know if I should be telling you any of this stuff or not. You see, I’ve decided that I don’t want to be a Death Eater after all. I think it’s the wrong cause, and now my mother and my Aunt Bella are acting like they want to disown me or something. They’re even threatening to turn me in to the Dark Lord and let him deal with me. I’m really scared, he’s going to do something awful!”, Draco exclaimed in a very sincere, very dramatic way. It was one of his best performances ever and he knew it. “He might even kill me,” he finished sadly.

“Hold on, you’ve decided to change sides after all this time?”, Hermione asked Draco. “Why is that? What made you change your mind?”

“I’m so sick of all the awful things the Death Eaters have done, all the people they’ve hurt. All they do is murder and hurt people. I don’t want to do that, Hermione. I know I’ve been wrong and I hope you forgive me for all the things I’ve said about you, I didn’t mean any of them.” Draco was laying it on thick, but he saw from Hermione’s eyes that she believed him, finally.

“Oh, wow,” Hermione gasped. “I think you’re in a lot of trouble. It’s a good thing that you’ve changed sides, a very good thing, but I think you’re going to need help. Why don’t you meet me back here in a couple of days and we can figure out some way to help you. You’re probably going to have to talk to the Order at some point. They can do something to protect you. Are you willing to do that?”

This is going to be easier than I thought, Draco realized. He didn’t think that Hermione was this gullible, or was he just a really great actor? “I guess so, as long as I don’t get hurt,” he replied.

”Don’t worry about it,” Hermione said. “Don’t say anything more to your mother or anyone else about what you’ve told me, act like you’ve changed your mind again. Then come back here in two days and we can figure out what our next step is going to be.”

Hermione stopped for a second and reached for Draco’s hand. He didn’t stop her. “Draco,” she said, “don’t worry. I will always help someone who is willing to change.”

“Thanks, Hermione,” Draco said, smiling slightly in what he hoped was a sincere manner. “I’m really glad I ran into you today.”

That was putting it mildly, Draco thought.

”I am, too,” Hermione said. “See you in a couple days.”

Chapter 4
Written by: dracosmine**

How in Merlin’s Beard, am I going to get all of them to believe me? Hermione thought, laying her head on her pillow for the hundredth time.
She had just gotten back from a long and worried walk from Diagon Alley. Not wanting anyone to see her, she quietly ran into Grimuald Place and up to hers and Ginny’s bedroom. Collapsing on her soft bed, she began thinking up of a way to get everyone to know she was right, and not losing her mind.
How was she going to get the whole Order to believe her? Lupin and Tonks might, and Mrs. Weasley. But what about everyone else? Moody, Mr. Weasely, and McGonnagal. They would all thinks that she was nuts! Not to mention what her best friends would think. Harry and Ron. Especially Harry! He had just seen the most respected adult in his life killed by Malfoy, or almost killed by Malfoy. It doesn’t matter. They trusted her. They would understand.
Hermione had been laying on her bed for fifteen minutes when she started to hear many voices coming from down stairs. Dragging herself off of her freshly cleaned sheets, she made her way down the long dark hallways of Grimuald Place and towards the voices coming from the kitchen.
As she opened the door the first thing Hermione saw was Harry and Ron. They looked to be eating Chocolate Frogs, but she couldn’t tell for sure, since they were cramming them down their throats. There were more people there too. Mr. Weasley was talking to Lupin and Moody quietly in a corner. Mrs. Weasley was trying to prepare dinner for everyone but was always interrupted by a clumsy Tonks who was running around the kitchen asking Mrs. Weasley if she needed any help. Bill and Charlie were cutting carrots for dinner at the table while Fleur looked at her stunning reflection in the knife that she held. And way in the corner of the room was Ginny, reading in the sunlight.
She was about to leave the room, cause nobody has seen her walk in, when Ron shouted, “Hermione, look! I finally found Agrippa!” He held it up in the air so she could see, as Harry tried to take it from him by tackling him. Hermione smiled and walked towards them, her heart beating faster and faster.
“You liar!” Harry said as he finally got a hold of Ron’s card. “You got Morgana again! Hey Hermione.” Harry had given the card back to a sheepish looking Ron and gave Hermione a smile.
“Hi Harry. Hey Ron.” She said, trying not to stutter. Should she tell them now? Or in private?
“Hermione? Are you ok?” Ron asked, putting his card into his 800 pile. “You don’t look so good.”
Hermione looked up into his innocent face and looked back down. “I have to tell you guys something, but you have to promise me that you won’t get all crazy on me, ok?”
“Tell away.” Harry answered, separating his pile from the good cards to the bad cards. Ron kept on looking at Hermione, concerned.
Hermione looked around to see if anyone was near them to hear. This had to be told quietly at first, then she would tell the adults. Everyone seemed to be to busy to even look at the trio. They were safe to talk. She turned her head back towards Harry and Ron and leaned in closer.
“I went to Diagon Alley today. Just to do some shopping.” she stopped to see what their expressions were. They both looked confused and childish as they held their cards in one hand.
“Well, I was shopping and having a good time when I decided I wanted a drink. So I went into the Leaky Cauldron…and I met someone.”
She looked back at their faces and saw more confusion, though Ron was crunching his cards in his palms.
“Who was it?” Harry whispered.
Hermione looked around once more and whispered, barely moving her lips, “D-Draco Malfoy.”
It was as though a bomb went off in the house. Once minutes the three were all staring into each others eyes, the next Harry and Ron were on their feet, cursing.
“What?!”
“Where did he go?!”
“Did he say what he was doing?”
“Did he hurt you?”
“I am going after him, that-”
“Lets go! I’ll go get-”
“Harry! Ron!” Hermione screamed as loud as she could. Well good bye to the thought of keeping it quiet, she thought.
Hermione was red cheeked, her fingers pulling at her brown hair. She looked distraught, angry and nervous. Harry and Ron were in front of her. Both of their faces were red and their wands were out and ready. The two of them looked at Hermione with hot eyes.
Hermione looked around them. About a thousand cards laid scattered at their feet with the table upturned. Everyone was staring at them. Even Fleur stopped goggling at her own reflection to see what was going on.
“Harry? Ron? Hermione? What’s going on here?” Lupin asked, as everyone came up to them.
“Lupin! Come on! Draco Malfoy is at the Leaky Cauldron. He shouldn’t be far from there, and that is if he left. He might still be there.” Harry said, talking to them all.
“Mal-? Leaky-? What?” Tonks goggled, walking over to Hermione who had fallen back into her chair and started crying.
Lupin stepped up to Harry and Ron. “How do you know this Harry?”
“Hermione has just told us.” Ron answered, going up to Mr. Weasley. “Come on Dad, let’s go before we lose him again!”
Everyone stared at Hermione as she sat sobbing in Tonks shoulders.
“Dad, come on! We are going to miss him! We have to go and find him be-”
“You are not going to miss him Ronald!!” Hermione yelled, lifting her head from Tonks shoulder. “He’s not going to run away.”
Lupin looked at Hermione with care. “What are you talking about Hermione? What happened?”
Hermione sat back down again and wiped her tears, “Today, after I went shopping, I decided to get a drink at the Leaky Cauldron. After I sat down, Draco Malfoy came up to me.”
She fell silent and looked at everyone around her.
“Yes?” Lupin encouraged.
She took a deep breath and continued. “At first I ignored him, but he didn’t leave me alone. He looked pale and shaky. I knew he wasn’t right. He said that he doesn’t want to be a Death Eater any more, but if he says anything, then his mother has promised that she would send him to Voldemort to be killed. After he told me all of this, he asked me for a favor.”
She looked to Harry and Ron and back down. “He asked if we, the Order, would shelter him.”
“What?!” Harry and Ron shouted. “What?!”
“Now you guys…” Mr. Weasely stated but was cut off.
“No! We can’t do that! Look at what he has done. Everything he has caused!” Harry yelled, “We can’t let him be on our side.”
“Harry, we are not letting him on our side. He is just going to be cared by us. If he is not brought in by us, then he will be killed.” Lupin said.
“Well, then good riddance.” Harry muttered, sitting down.
“How do we know if he is telling the truth?” Ron said, lighting up. “He could be lying.”
“I know he is telling the truth.” Hermione said confidently.
“Telling the truth? Hermione! You are talking about DRACO MALFOY! Do you know that? The guy who has called all of us, especially you, names since we met him at Hogwarts. He has made our lived horrible at Hogwarts from day one.” Harry said, looking as though Hermione has lost her mind.
“Harry, where is your heart? Can’t you forgive what he has done? He was brought up wrong. Can you blame him for being who he is? I trust him.” Hermione said motherly, looking Harry straight in the eye. “You should too.”
Harry looked back at her. Something about the way Hermione was standing, the way she looked at him, her tone, all seemed so familiar, yet it wasn’t as though he remembered it from real life. Was it a dream? A fantasy? An image?
“Hermione is right.” Mr. Weasley announced. “We have to do something. But we can’t let him come here. He can’t be trusted with the Order.”
“He can come live with me.” Moody growled. “I can keep him nice and cozy.”
Lupin looked at Moody with a concerned look. “As much as we all know you will love to have him with you Alastor, I think he will be safe at my house. The only thing is, every full moon. He will have to be moved somewhere else.”
“Maybe he can come with us.” Mrs. Weasley piped. “It would just be for a couple of nights a month, right? We can manage something.”
“We will figure that out when the moment comes. Right now, lets worry about really trusting him. Hermione, where did you say we would meet him?”
Harry watched as Hermione got up. She walked past the two boys and smiled a weak and sheepish smile.
Harry watched as Hermione told Mr. Weasley everything. Where has he seen that look, that attitude, that tone. It reminded him of something he loved, something he lost… something he missed. Very deeply.
He looked at Hermione once more before she left the kitchen with the others. She looked the same, except for one small detail that Harry knew he imagined.
In place of Hermiones dark, chocolate, brown eyes, were shinning, emerald, green ones.

Chapter 5
Written By: DanIsMyMan

“Where is she!??” Draco mumbled.


Hermione was fifteen minutes late. Draco was starting to get worried and scared at the same time. Maybe she had stood him up?


“I should have known better! Who could ever put faith in a stupid braniac-Gryffindor-bookworm-bushy haired-buck toothed-muggleborn-know it all-” Draco muttered, his stomach rumbling from hunger. “That little…”

But he was cut off by a woman’s voice near his ear.

“Well, that’s too bad, because I was going to take you back and make you some dinner, but seeing as I’m a braniac-Gryffindor-bookworm-bushy haired-buck toothed-muggleborn-know it all-, I’ll probably end up burning the meal,” Hermione said calmly, her hands propped up on her hips.

“Oh! Um…hello Hermione,” Draco said, not meeting her eyes.


“Hello, Malfoy,” Hermione replied. “Take my hand.”


“Why? Are we leaving now?,” Draco questioned.


“Well, no, Draco, we’re going to sit around and wait for your little Death Eater pals to come and find us.” Hermione answered.


“I guess not then,” Draco said.


Hermione nodded and reluctantly, Draco took her hand. Suddenly, Draco felt as if a bar was crushing his chest. His ears began to pop, and just when he thought he’d suffocate, he opened his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by trees.


“Where are we?,” Draco asked, looking around.


Everywhere they looked, trees surrounded their view. It was dark out, so Draco could only make out the leaves dangling from the branches.


“A forest. I won’t tell you where, though,” Hermione said.


She flicked her wand and two chairs appeared. She flicked it again and a fire lit in front of the chairs.


“Well, sit down,” she directed as she took her seat.


Draco nodded and did as he was told. He put his cold hands near the fire, warming them up.


“Is this where we are to hide?,” Draco questioned.


“No. We are going to wait here. And soon we will take a portkey to where we are to hide.” Hermione announced.


“Why can’t we just apparate straight there?,” Draco asked, because that certainly made more sense.


“Because!” Hermione answered exasperatedly. He thought that was all she was going to say, but she went on, “Death Eaters are watching everyone who apparates. They can see where we go, and then it won’t be a hide-out will it?”

She sighed and took out a book. Draco sat silent, twiddling his thumbs. What seemed like days later, Hermione got to her feet and flicked her wand, making the chairs and the fire disappear. Draco fell to the forest floor with a thud. Scoffing, he got up and brushed his clothes off. Hermione started walking forward, Draco close behind her.


“It’s got to be around here somewhere…,” Hermione muttered. “Lumos”


The tip of Hermione’s wand ignited, sending a thin beam of light onto the forest floor in front of them.

“There it is,” Hermione sighed.

She looked at her watch one last time.

“Get close, Draco,” Hermione instructed, pointing to a tattered hat in front of them. He could only assume that it was the Portkey, “When I count to one, hold on tight.”


“Alright,” Draco nodded.


Hermione looked at her watch, and Draco looked at her mouth. Not because it was anything special, but only because he thought it was the right place to watch, “Five, four, three, two, ONE!”


In unison, Hermione and Draco both grabbed a hold of the hat. They were sent spinning through the air. Draco gripped Hermione tighter, gasping for breath as he nearly lost her in the whirling limbo.


“LET GO!,” Hermione yelled.


She and Draco let go and rolled painfully to the ground, landing with a loud thud.


“Oww,” they both muttered.


Hermione stood up and straightened her clothes, brushing off the snow that had stuck to her during the tumble.


“Where are we?” Draco asked again, shivering.


“Why must you ask so many questions!?” Hermione snapped.


Draco’s eyes widened and he had to clamp his mouth shut to hold back from calling her something nasty. Hermione began to walk again and Draco followed her. Soon, they arrived to a little cottage.


“Alohamora,” Hermione whispered, pointing her wand at the lock.


A little *click!* was heard and Hermione pushed open the door. Draco went in behind her, shutting the door when he was in.


Hermione took off her large coat and plopped down on the couch. She looked over at the fireplace, flicked her wand, and a warm fire appeared.


“Is this where we are going to stay?,” Draco finally asked, breaking the silence.


“Oh yeah. Let me give you a tour,” Hermione said, reluctantly getting up.


She walked down the hall, showing Draco where the kitchen, bathroom and his room were.


“Good night,” she said, shutting his bedroom door.


Draco nodded even though she couldn’t see him. Turning around, he barely looked at the room before he plopped down on his bed.


So this is what the hide away life is like, he thought to himself.


Without even changing out of his travel weary clothes, Draco got underneath the warm covers and fell asleep, unsure of how he would like being in hiding. But he had better get used to it, because hiding from Lord Voldemort isn’t supposed to be all fun and games…