Draco's Companion

A/N-Thanks for the reveiws:D:D:D Really appriciate, i have some answers, they may be long so bare with me.

L.S-No, it hasn't been revealed...yet. I assure you, it will, and it will be a baaaaad situation. All in good time. And about harry not being a pureblood. I realized this when i was typing out the snow thing, but I decided to not say anything about it in authors note's or anything. I was waiting for someone else to bring it up, which you did:P Okay, so here is my honest reasons for it, i hope they are good for you. Okay, so Harry realllly doesnt know anything about his real parents. All he knows (or thinks) is that they died at the hands of Peter Pettigrew. He is just assuming the Pure-blood bloodline because he has virtually grown up, and been surrounded by purebloods. THe Malfoys, they never had a reason to tell him he wasn't pure, because they never condemned HIM for it, and yes i kow that this seems rather odd in itself, but they felt sorry for enough for him, and Draco wanted him really badly, they let it slide. The blood thing will be coming out in this chapter.....thanks for your reveiw!!

Shadowama--I'm very sorry if that confused you. I needed to do it in a way that was just like *BAM* were older now. Harry falls asleep as an 11 year old and wakes up as a 15 year old...

Death_Mistress--Yesssss there is definately going to be a flashback to show you when they finally realized that they had fallen in love, its not in this chapter though. Thanks:D

WeasleyWench--What Draco knows will be revealed in time. Not in any immediate chapters, but soon. I Promise!!!! When did Harry not do something for Draco?:S:SI'm confused, and i'm sorry..I might need to go back and fix it...if you could point it out for me..please!?!?!??? I'm not answering any of your other questions tho, im sorry!!!!!!! But you may have hit a few things so I'm keeping it quiet!!Shhh hahaha!! Thanks:D

LupinsLady--Thank you! I was really hoping it was adequate...I'm not very good at writing love/sex scenes...Unless im like...there hahaha! Not ina weird way haha, it's just actually feeling/doing it is different then trying to write it. So here you go, Thanks for your reveiw!

Alright thanks guys, here ya go!:D


Chapter Nineteen: Diagon Alley

So, as Harry was watching Draco sleep next to him, the blond's eyes slowly opened. He was facing away from
Harry, but he could feel the raven-haired boy's eyes burning a hole into his back.

Draco slowly turned around and his eyes met Harry's. He smiled and said "Good Morning."

"Why do you think Dumbledore is always trying to convince me that this isn't the place for me?"

Draco suddenly looked uncomfortable. He turned his back to Harry again and muttered, "I don't know".

Harry sighed. "Draco I know that you are hiding something. Everytime I ask you something about it you get fidgety and weird. I wish you would just tell me."

"There is nothing to tell, because I don't know" Draco insisted.

"Okay." Harry said and started to get up.

Draco turned and in a flash had Harry pinned below him. They had never done anything more with each other then touch.

Draco wanted to explore.

Harry didn't.

He wasn't really sure what anything more would lead to and the unknown frightened him.

His last meeting with His Lord was right after his fourth year.

Harry was finding nothing out from Dumbledore, and since they hadn't even completed their first task of "Find out everything about Dumbledore's relation to muggles that you can" they haven't completely gotten their Lord's trust yet.

It was hard when Dumbledore said nothing, and it gave them nothing to relay to Voldemort.

It was frusterating, and frightening. The Lords wrath was not something you wanted to happen to you.

So here Harry lay, trapped beneath Draco, who was breathing heavily.

Draco leaned down and kissed him, just a soft loving kiss. Nothing dominant.

The door flew open and thats how Lucius caught them. Harry underneath Draco, and Draco leaning down.

He can't say he was shocked. He had noticed over the past years that this was going to happen. He mostly blamed himself. He should have made Harry sleep in a different room. At the time Harry was just so lost and now Lucius figured that this was his payback, they loved each other. Devotedly.

Draco knew this made Lucius uncomfortable, but for some reason he wanted to piss the man off. He looked lazily up at his father, but didn't move from Harry. It was Harry who was always uncomfortable about it. Lucius had saved his life and he didn't need the man thinking that Harry was doing this in spite of him.

"Get up and get dressed." Lucius said tersley. "Narcissa and I are going out for the day, and you boys need to go to Diagon Alley and get your own things."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Why can't a house elf do it?"

"Because. Your mother has done it for you your entire lives. Take some initiative and do it yourself." Lucius snapped.

Draco sighed.

"Fine, but we're going to eat first."

Lucius was agitated. Draco had began to dictate what he was, and wasn't, going to do these days. No matter what
Lucius told him.

"Fine." Lucius said and slammed the door.

*************

Harry and Draco walked slowly down the alley. Harry had came with Narcissa and Draco after their first year, and Diagon Alley always interested him. The shops inrtigued him, there was always something new, and something neat to see.

They walked past Florence Flourtescue's ice cream parlor. Harry had a considerable fortune that he didn't know about until his 4th year, No one had told him.


:::::Flashback:::::

Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Harry were going to get money from Gringotts. They walked in together,

Lucius was about to open his mouth when the goblin said, "Ahhh Mr. Potter, do you have your key?"

Harry gave Lucius a look full of confusion. Lucius' eyes widened.

"No, Sir." Harry said.

Lucius took his money out and they returned to their shopping.

"My key? What does he mean my key?" Harry asked that night when they returned to the Manor.

"I'm not sure." Lucius said.

That night after Harry and Draco had gone to bed Lucius wrote to Dumbledore, requesting Harry's key. It was obvious the old man had it, but why hadn't he mentioned it? Was it another way to get some control over Harry?

Two days later, Lucius Malfoy got a package. No note, just the key.

He gave it to Harry and they went to Gringotts the next day.

Just Lucius, Harry and, of course, Draco.

They were taken to Harry's vault and realized that he was left a large fortune by his parents. They hadn't even thought of that being a possibility.

Harry went into his vault and came out with a huge amount of galleons in his hands. He tried to force Mr. Malfoy to take it.

Lucius refused. He had enough money, and he didn't do all that he had done for Harry in hopes of getting paid back someday.

:::::End Flashback:::::

Harry stopped outside of the ice cream parlour. Draco took a couple more steps and stopped, looking back at Harry.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking if I want some ice cream or not. Do you want some?" He asked Draco.

"No." Draco said.

Harry shrugged, "Okay, so where do you want to go?"

"Madam Malkins. We need new robes, look at how much we've grown. Yours probably wouldn't even touch the tops of your socks."

Harry kind of smiled.

"Yea. I've shot up. So have you. Lets go there first, then I need new potions supplies, and new quills."

Draco nodded and headed towards Madam Malkins, Harry following along.

They stepped inside and found that no one was in there. After waiting impatiently for five minutes Madam Malkin came around the corner. She stuck Harry up on the podium and started fitting robes to him. She had extra pins in her mouth and was trying to mutter around them. Harry only caught a couple words, like "Boys" and "Grow so fast." She seemed to be in a hurry. Once she was finished with Harry, she said, "Last minute shoppers. There are so many of them. Sorry for rushing you boys, but I've been extremely busy for 3 days now." Harry shrugged. Madam Malkin pulled Draco forward and stuck him up there too. She was almost finished when there was a jangling at the front of the shop, signaling the door had been opened. Madam Malkin glanced up, but continued working on Draco. "I'll go let them know you'll be right out." Harry offered.

He walked through the curtain and stopped short.

He hadn't been this close to Granger since he yelled at her brutally in their first year. He even avoided her in classes.

"Madam Malkin is..ahh...busy. She'll be out in a moment." Harry said nervously. Should he even be talking to her now?

The stupid redhead git stood beside Hermione protectively, like Harry was just going to lunge at her.

Harry decided to just back away. He didn't want anything to happen.

"Where you running off to?" The redhead asked rudely.

"Uhm..Just going back-"

"To get Malfoy so he can come out and threaten us?"

"What? No. I'm just getting away from filth like you."

Hermione had found a great pleasure in staring at the floor. She had yet to say anything.

Weasley looked like something unpleasant had been thrust under his nose.

Harry moved quickly to the back of the shop, leaving them at the front.

Draco looked at Harry's face. He frowned.

"Who's up there?"

"Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

"Ugh, Gag me." Draco said.

Harry sneered. Madam Malkin finished Dracos robes and they went to the front.

Harry and Draco both pulled out seperate money bags, Harry's of green velvet, and Draco's of silver. They looked (and were) really expensive.

Weasley's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, daddy Lucius is providing you with an expensive money bag to put all of his galleons in, so you can spend all of his money. You got it made Potter, no wonder you just so happened to 'Accidentaly' run into Draco."

Draco turned towards Weasley quickly. "What are you insinuating, Weasley?" He snarled.

"I think you get it." The redhead said.

"At least my father could support ten children. Your father's so useless that he can't support you, never mind your seven brothers and sisters. Is it true you all sleep in one room?" Draco said feircly.

Weasleys face was quickly changing color, matching his hair.

Hermione stepped forward, a scandalized look on her face.

"How dare you? Mr. Weasley is a noble, hard working man. He's twice the father yours is."

"Like your one to talk, you filthy little mudblood." Draco snarled at her.

"That doesn't hurt my feelings anymore, Malfoy." She said in a bored tone.

"No? Well thats just too bad. I guess I'm going to have to resort to making fun of your huge teeth, or your bushy hair. Or even your friends. Or the way you are perfect. I haven't run out of things Granger."

"Well at least I'm not in love with girls!!!! You fag!"

"What did you just say?" Harry said.

"I said your a fag!!!" Hermione yelled at him. "To think I once liked you!! It makes me sick!"

"You make me sick! How do you even feel that you deserve to be talking to us?" He questioned her.

Hermione made a spluttering sound. "'Us?' Malfoy maybe, but I don't NEED to *deserve* to talk to you. Your NOT a Pureblood Harry!!!!"

Harry flinched back. She was obviously lieing, trying to catch him off gaurd. Draco looked just as confused.

"Remember your place Granger, and at least I have someone who loves me, someone above miraculous," Harry glanced at the redhead, "Good luck with Weasley." Harry snarled, slamming his galleons down on the counter and grabbing his bag. He pulled Draco from the shop. Draco glanced back and seen the hurt faces of the two idiots in the store.

"That was great" He exclaimed. "You really told them. Did you see their faces?"

"Yeah." Harry grunted. "That Weasley boy is a git. She could do so much better." He mumbled, almost to himself.

Draco looked at him. "No she can't. Personally, and I hate to say this, but even he is too good for her."

Harry just made a noise low in his throat. "What did she mean I'm not pure? I am too!"

"I honestly have no idea, We'll look into that." He said quickly. "Where to now?" Draco asked, grabbing at a way to change the subject.

"I want to check out Quality Quidditch supplies." Harry said. Draco sighed.

Harry had made the Slytherin Quidditch team. He tried out in his second year and was fantastic. He was the seeker, and they had continued their winning streak (Slytherin was doing great before Harry joined) and they hadn't lost the cup once in eight years.

"Harry you already have the best of everything for Quidditch. I don't want to go in there." Draco said.

Draco didn't play.

"Fine. Where do you want to go then?"

"Might as well go to The Apothocary. We need to refresh our supplies for Potions next year."

"Okay, it smells bad in there though. Like bad eggs and rotten cabbage. It reminds me of this old lady who used to babysit me when I was small. She smelled like cabbage."

Draco scrunched his nose. "Sick.."

"Yep, it wasn't very pleasant."

They headed that way and entered the building. Right before they went in Harry grinned and said "Hold your breath or breathe through your mouth."

Draco laughed.

*************

The day was ending abruptly and Harry and Draco returned to the Manor, loaded down with bags.

Lucius and Narcissa still hadn't returned. They hadn't told the boys where they were going, but they were usually always back before dinner.

Harry and Draco sat down at the dinner table and speculated about it, while they picked uncommitedly at their plates.

"Where could they be?" Draco asked, worry evident in his voice.

"I have no idea. I'm worried though, they should be back by now..."

"They should have been back hours ago!" Draco said angrily.

"Well let's not get too worked up about it, we'll go to sleep tonight, if they aren't back by then, and they should be back by the time we wake up tommorow." Harry said softly.