Careful What You Wish For

Author's Note: Thanks to a review a couple of mistakes (mistakes that I should've noticed) I had made were pointed out and are now fixed! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. That amazing accomplishment belongs to JK Rowling.

Careful What You Wish For
By Coco Bebo aka EternusCaries

Chapter Three:

By the time it was 10 both boys were back in the room, their respective things tucked away. That was when Harry realized that he would be lucky if they survived the day let alone the entire summer together. There was absolutely nothing to do, they couldn’t do magic, they couldn’t leave the room unless it was extremely important and well planned. Harry was stuck for another 3 weeks in a very small room with his school rival.

After eating the breakfast Harry had ordered for them the silence in the room was almost oppressing. Lying back against the wall he couldn’t help but watch Draco. The Slytherin was laid back leisurely on the bed shifting through a potion book that he had either brought with him or bought today in Hogsmead. Draco didn’t wear his hair like he used to either, Harry remembered how the other boy would grease it back, smiling to himself he thought of how it always reminded him of one of the old gangsters on the telly. Now Draco let his hair fall free around his face and kept it at chin length at all times. It was still that ridiculous shade of blonde that Harry that was only possible from a bottle, but it somehow suited Draco. The clothing under Draco’s robes somehow surprised Harry though; they were very similar to high priced muggle clothing, probably made out of something entirely different then cotton or silk though. He was wearing a loose fitting shirt and neutral tight fitting pants. His robe was hanging on the post of the bed and of course it had emerald green trimming.

Harry heard a cough and his eyes snapped up to meet Draco’s, “We haven’t been alone for two days and you are already staring at me like you are going to eat me Potter? I thought you would have more control than that.” Draco’s smirk let Harry know he was teasing but it didn’t stop the scarlet blush that went to his cheeks.

Harry quickly looked away, “Piss off Malfoy, not everyone wants you.”

“Really? Well, try telling that to the next bloke who can’t stop staring at me.”
Harry found it hard not to enjoy the laughter that came from Draco just a little, it wasn’t hostile or mocking, it was genuine laughter and Harry was pretty sure he had never heard that from Draco.

“Well, anyway, how can you stand reading that shit? Don’t you get enough of potions in school?” Harry thanked his lucky stars when Draco took to the change of conversation.

“Actually I actually enjoy potions immensely, it’s kind of a business venture I’ve thought about going into when I got older. Severus says that I’m a natural and well if anyone would know it would be him.”

Harry couldn’t help but detect the note of sadness that came at the end of the sentence, “What’s wrong?”

After shooting Harry a glare Draco shrugged, “That’s just another relationship I have to let go. I’m sure you already know that Severus is also a death eater.”
Harry opened his mouth to correct Draco before slamming it shut, he couldn’t bring himself to out Snape as a good guy. Even to Draco who was turning out to be a good guy himself. That would be something for Snape to tell Draco himself once they got back to school.

“Yea, that must be hard, not that I quite understand it. I hate the slimy git.” Harry smiled at Draco and was pleased when the boy returned it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out there getting vengeance Potter? You aren’t going to get any information about Bellatrix or my father just sitting in here all day you know.” Draco sat his book down on his night stand and stretched some.

“Yea, well I don’t exactly know where to start and wondering around Hogsmead all day every day would only damn me from the start. A member of the order would be bound to see me and then I would be shipped back off to the Dursleys or to the Burrow.”

“Why didn’t you go to your friend Weasel anyway? I suspect that they wouldn’t have turned you down or shipped you back.”

Harry stared at Draco for a moment before sitting up straighter and sighing, “No, they wouldn’t have. They would have welcomed me actually but they wouldn’t have welcomed why I ran away from the Dursleys. And not even Ron and Hermione would’ve condoned me tracking down members of Voldemort’s gang and killing them. Too dangerous and pointless they would say.”

“Well, no offence to your dead godfather and all but isn’t it kind of pointless? I mean he is already dead and no matter how satisfying it would be to get them back he would in the end still be dead.”
Silence rang through the room and Draco was sure it wasn’t just him who felt the tension grow slightly.

“You think I don’t know that? But what they did is unforgivable! What they are doing is unforgivable! Somehow has to make them pay for it! And the ministry isn’t going to, because their thumbs are so far up their own assholes that they don’t even realize that Voldemort is back!” Harry had stood up during this little rant, heatedly pacing back and forth.

“Your right Potter, but why are you putting the responsibility on yourself? You are only 16 and boy wonder or not you are going against some very powerful people by yourself. You might look at it as avenging your godfather but I look at it as a desperate plea and a suicide mission.”

Harry turned on Draco, wand pointed out at him his face red. “When I want your fucking opinion I’ll ask for it Malfoy, but until then I suggest you keep your slimy nose out of my business!” The small room echoed with Harry’s angry words. But instead of retaliating or pulling his own wand Draco simply picked his book back up and went back to what he was doing before the entire conversation started.

Harry sighed and put his wand up, grabbing his robes and leaving the room, slamming the door on his way out. He didn’t care what Draco Malfoy of all people had to think about his cause. Why did Draco care anyway if Harry got himself killed, he would be one of the first people celebrating the fact that the boy who lived; lived no more.

So why then was Harry actually considering what Draco had said? Was he just being careless in his grief? Running to an impossible goal? He remembered trying to crucio Bellatrix the year before and failing miserably, remembered Voldemort smiling at him and telling him he would have to mean it. And even though Harry had tried he couldn’t, but why? He had wondered that since it had happened. Hermione had told him it was better that he didn’t want to hurt anyone, including a death eater enough to cast a crucio; but Harry thought of it as a handicap. Voldemort and his followers didn’t care who they hurt and what did Harry have to fight with in return? Dumbledore would say love.

Harry stopped and looked around; he was in front of Honeydukes Sweetshop, all the anger drained out of him and nothing else to do but sulk. If he didn’t go after those people then everything he did was a complete waste. Why run away from his aunt and uncle’s if he was just going to camp out in a hotel room all summer? Well he didn’t regret the running away no matter what. Anywhere was better than privet drive. *Maybe you had other reasons for coming here, reasons you just didn’t know about when you ran away* He sighed as he sat down on a bench, thinking about Draco Malfoy and their all too bizarre run in.

Ok, say that Harry ran away for no other reason than fate. That he ran away to help Draco Malfoy turn bad to neutral. What now? Spend the entire summer shoved up Draco’s ass? Yea right…yet Harry couldn’t deny that it had a nice ring to it. He groaned and let his head fall into his hands, pulling his hair a little. He wanted more than anything to help Sirius, to kill at least Bellatrix. He had always imagined Sirius looking down on him smiling along with Harry as he killed her. But now that he thought about it or now that it was brought to his attention to think about. Sirius wouldn’t have wanted Harry to be in any kind of danger, he had proven that by running out of the Order’s headquarters to come to the ministry and make sure Harry was safe. He would have wanted Harry to get past his death, to learn from it, and hell he might even want Harry to help Draco. Harry let a solitary tear run down his cheek before brushing it off and standing up.

He looked around and could have sworn his heart stopped in his chest when he saw Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy passing from one shop to another. Draco was right about how quick they would be out to find him. Harry pulled his hood down farther and walked as casually as he could manage back to the inn. Before even turning down the secluded hallway that there room was stationed in he checked behind him to make sure he wasn’t noticed or followed and then hurried into the room.

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“And you’re sure you haven’t seen my son?”

“Yes…yes sir.” The older shop keeper tried not to stumble over his words but he knew how influential Lucius Malfoy could be and even though he really hadn’t seen the younger Malfoy the shop keep had heard stories of Lucius filing complaints against someone for less.

As Lucius and Narcissa left Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop Narcissa started to cry again, “He hasn’t been anywhere Lucius! We even checked all the names at the inn and nothing! Where could he have gone?”

Lucius held his wife with one arm, his face held in a sneer. “There is one place that we haven’t checked and if our son is there….go on home dear, I’ll come back right after I check this last place.”

“Lucius! I’m not going”

“You’ll go home right. Now!” Narcissa jumped slightly and pushed away from her husband, crying more as she apparated away.

Lucius growled deep in his throat and made his way toward the only other place he could think to look. Hogwarts.

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Harry had to fight the urge to pull his hair out when Draco didn’t even look up from his book at the news.

“Did you not hear me ferret face? Your parents are just blocks away searching every shop for you!”

Draco glared up from his book, slamming it shut, “Yes I did hear you Potter and I would suggest you never call me that again. I told you already that my parents would come looking for me. Of course they are in Hogsmead and I’m sure they are turning every place they can think to look of over and offering every bribe they can think of to get information!”

“Then how can you just sit there and look so…so…relaxed!”

“Because Potter, I know that I didn’t show my face to anyone and I didn’t even speak to anyone. I know that the money we paid for this room will keep whoever is downstairs at the moment from talking. I simply know that they aren’t going to find me in this room. If they find me it’ll be outside in the town somewhere.”

Harry sighed and sank down onto his bed, “Yea, you’re probably right.”

After more silence Draco sat up himself, “So, what are you going to do? If you want I could probably tell you where my aunt is…”

“Na, don’t worry about it Malfoy. I…I’ve decided against suicide for the moment. Sirius might be angry at me if I end up where he is after his sacrifice.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the priceless look at Draco’s face and when Draco realized he had lost his cool demeanor he quickly snapped it back into place, “Wow, a Gryffindor not rushing into imminent death…I believe we should celebrate this occasion yearly, as it will never happen again.”

Harry laughed and realized that it was the first real laugh that came out of him since Sirius died, “Shut up you prat and don’t think you are getting off easy and that I’m leaving. You see I’m sticking around all summer just to punish you for talking sense into me.”

Draco groaned and Harry laughed a little louder.

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Dumbledore sat at his desk looking at a very upset Lucius Malfoy, “Lemon drop?” He held the candy out and when Lucius’ glare got worse he popped it into his own mouth. “Now, why exactly are you here Mr. Malfoy?”

“I’ve told you. My son is missing and I assumed that he might have come here.”

“Now tell me Mr. Malfoy. Why would any student return to school during summer holidays? I would think that here would be the last place Draco would want to come.”

Lucius face reddened and Dumbledore tried his best to not smile, “Because Albus, my son has false pretenses that he could be kept here as if it were some sort of … sanctuary.”

Dumbledore frowned and popped another lemon drop in his mouth, “Mr. Malfoy, if Draco felt as if his wellbeing was in danger then he could come here for sanctuary. Once a student of this school comes to me with any troubling situation it is not only upheld by my moral beliefs but also by the ministry of magic that I may keep the student here until they feel safe again.”

Lucius slammed his cane on Dumbledore’s desk, fury radiating from him, “Are you telling me that you won’t return my 16 year old son to me Albus?”

Dumbledore smiled and stood up, “I’m telling you Mr. Malfoy that 16 is just the right age for a student to make their own decisions about their safety. I’m also afraid to admit that I have no idea where Draco is sadly. I would have hoped if he felt threatened that he would know it was safe to come to me. Now as it were, I’m terribly busy and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Lucius gritted his teeth and stormed out the door. When Dumbledore was sure Lucius was gone he sat back down frowning. This was disturbing news; Draco was obviously on the run from his father and if Lucius were to find Draco before he decided to come to school or before school started. Dumbledore closed his eyes after having another lemon drop. Not to mention that Harry was also MIA and none of the order could seem to find him either. Dumbledore smiled softly; being an optimist really had its perks though. He had a feeling that if he could find Harry that Draco would be with him.

END OF CHAPTER