The Rebellion

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A/N Edited: 4-12-09, and was a bitch at 20 pages!

Chapter 8: A long day

Draco woke suddenly and noticed he was curled up against a warm body. His head lay on a muscular chest that was covered in tan skin. He looked down and saw muscled ridges along the body’s abdomen. Then, as he looked on lower to the waist, he stopped. Harry's boxer’s had rode down during the night, his morning erection was proudly presented from the waistband, and it was almost reaching his navel. Draco licked his lips at the sight, and a devious grin formed upon his face.

'I wonder if I could get by with it', Draco thought to himself, as he easily moved the duvet lower to their knees, and slowly moved Harry's arm from around his shoulder. Next, Draco slowly crawled down the bed, while hesitating only once when Harry twitched in his sleep. At last, finally came face to face with Harry's straining erection. He gently unbuttoned the top button on Harry's boxers and allowed the erection to spring free. Lowering his head he inhaled the aroma of Harry's groin and made a low groan in the depths of his throat. Finally, he bent lower, taking the head of Harry's cock into his mouth, and began to work his tongue very slowly over the head.

Harry was dreaming about kissing a lover who had dark, lust-filled, blue-gray eyes. It was a hot and passionate kiss that ended up with the same lips trailing around his neck, and down to his collarbone. The kisses continued until his lover reached his waste and took his cock into his mouth. Harry had never had such a realistic dream before, and he started to writhe below that wonderful mouth. It felt so good that he just couldn't imagine it was only a dream, and suddenly he woke with a loud moan. He looked down, and saw a head of blond hair bobbing up and down, while slowly engulfing his turgid cock. His hands traveled down, one going to Draco's shoulder, and the other to his head, where he twisted his fingers in the fine strands of blond hair.

Draco felt Harry touch his shoulder and grip his hair shortly after he moaned out into the silent room. He knew then that Harry had risen. He continued with a few more deep sucks before he let the head of Harry’s cock pop out of his mouth. He looked up at Harry then, his eyes smoldering under his blond bangs, "It's about time you got up, it's a little after half seven".

"Oh God, Please don't stop"! Harry exclaimed finishing with a disappointed whine. At this, Draco grinned and went back to his task, which made Harry shiver all up and down is spine with each lick and suck. He had never had anything that felt so good in his young life.

Draco groaned; he loved this, the taste of Harry, as he continued to take his cock deeper into his throat. He finally went down again, swallowing, and taking Harry all the way down to his curly dark hair, then hummed. Harry was doing his best to buck his hips then, but Draco held him down with a hand splayed across Harry's hip. Draco was driving Harry crazy now, he knew it, and so he took him again and hummed as long as he could. He pulled back up, with a suck, to where just the head was still in his mouth, and rolled his tongue over the head. He saw Harry's balls tighten in their sack, and heard him give a deep guttural groan, then shouted "Draco" aloud, and then spilled his seed into Draco's awaiting mouth. Draco made sure to swallow every drop, but it was so much, and he wondered when was the last time anyone had done this for Harry. Draco sat up on his haunches and looked at Harry, who was breathing as though he couldn't catch his breath. Sweat was rolling off Harry, and he would just give a little twitch here and there. Finally, Draco crawled back up the bed and kissed Harry deeply, sharing Harry's taste with him.

"Oh my God, I have never had anything like that before"! Harry exclaimed, while still trying to settle his breathing down.

"Surely it wasn't that good? I know you've had to of have had better. What about that Weasley chit I thought you liked, or Granger"? Draco asked with a grin spreading across his face.

Harry shook his head, "No, they're like my sister Draco. I couldn't do anything with them, no, not at all. That was my first time, ever, of having a head job".

Draco's eyes looked like they might bulge out of his head, and his mouth dropped open. "You-you mean, I was you-your first"? He stuttered out disbelievingly.

Harry looked down at the duvet, which was now about their ankles, "Yes you was, and it was wonderful. It was the best wake-up call I've ever had to be honest". Harry said timidly, a blush racing across his cheeks.

Draco reached out and lifted Harry's chin with his finger. "Harry, look at me. I'm glad I was your first, and I just wish I knew, so I could have made it even more special. Since we didn't do anything last night, I thought you might like that this morning"? Draco questioned with a soft smile.

Harry nodded at the blond. "Come here my Dragon". He held his arms open for Draco, who willingly went to him, and received a soft, sensuous kiss. "I would love to wake up like this every morning".

"Me too", Draco replied softly, raining soft kisses over Harry's nose, eyes, cheeks, and his lips. "I'll take it as slow as you want, I just want you to know that, if I get carried away, tell me, and I'll stop". He then lay back down beside Harry, resting his head on Harry's chest, and threw his leg across Harry's thigh.

Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's back, pulling him close, and placed a kiss on top of his head. He then used his hand to start rubbing soft circles on Draco’s shoulder. "Anything else will have to wait until tonight though, and I so look forward to it, mind you. We'll have to get up in a bit and get ready to Have Petunia over for breakfast. I still have to give her those account papers and her money. I didn't get a chance to last night as she was heading to take a bath when I showed up. But, in any case, I think you have a little problem that needs taking care of too don't you"? Harry asked as he slowly slid his other hand down, and squeezed Draco erection.

When Harry squeezed Draco’s aching member, he couldn't help but buck his hips forward, and let out a small moan. He looked up at Harry and saw those emerald eyes looking back at him with lust, and something else he had never seen before. "You don't really have to, I just wanted you to be happy this morning". Draco half whispered.

Harry set up from where he was laying, proceeded to crawl down the bed, and straddled Draco’s legs at his knees. He then slowly pulled down Draco's boxers, letting his erection slip free of its bind. Harry reached forward with his right hand and softly gripped the erect member that was proudly standing up before him. He slowly allowed his grip to pull downward, making the foreskin follow, and exposing the pink head that he so wanted to see. It already had a large drop of pre-cum settled on the tip. On his hands upstroke, he gave a slight twist around the head, also coating the palm of his hand with the slick seed. Harry began to slowly stroke Draco then, watching his face as it contorted in pure ecstasy. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful, he thought to himself. He gradually picked up speed, making Draco moan and writhe below him. When Draco starting bucking his hips with almost every pump of his fist, he knew Draco was close. So, Harry kept up the same speed, but gave a small twist to the head at every other stroke, and he finally saw Draco's balls draw up. With one more pump, Draco's back arched off the bed, and with the cry of “Harry”, he came with white streams splashing upon his chest and abdomen. When Draco finally calmed down, Harry summoned his wand, and cast a cleaning charm on both of them. "You are so beautiful Draco", Harry murmured.

"I’ll have you know that we Malfoy's are not beautiful, or cute, but we are handsome, suave, and debonair". Draco retorted with a smirk.

Harry smacked Draco playfully on the bum. "Git", he replied, and proceeded to lean forward to give Draco one last kiss before he rolled out of bed. "Come on, let's get cleaned up, and I'll ask Petunia over. Last one to the shower is a neutered horntail"! At this, Draco hurried out of the bed, and they both raced to the loo for their morning ablutions.

Around forty-five minutes later, both boys emerged from their shower, and were clean from head to toe. They proceeded to get dressed, though Draco made sure to pick out Harry's clothes for their trip into London. Harry had started towards the door when he heard Draco speak from the window that he was looking out. "Harry, have you ever seen this fog last this long, at this time of year, and with this chilliness"?

Harry walked over and stood behind Draco while peering out at the street below. "Draco, I don't like the looks of this, and I know what I think it is. I've felt the uneasiness with it for about a week, or since it started actually".

Draco looked back at Harry with worry in his eyes. "Harry, you’re scaring me; what do you think this is"?

"I may be wrong, and I hope I am, but it could be Dementors". Harry shivered at the thought. "This is the type of low hanging fog that settles around where they are, especially around where they breed, or that is according to professor Lupin. By the feelings I've been having since it started, I wouldn't put it past them already defecting, and running amuck. The news on the telly, before I left, said it was an oddity. Since muggles can't see Dementors, they wouldn't know what was causing it, but just feel the dread and despair from them".

At this thought, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, and hugged him tightly to him. "I hope your wrong too, Harry, as this would be bad, really bad. I hate to say it though, but I wouldn't doubt that you are correct in your assumptions". Draco too, shivered at this morbid thought.

"We need to get hold, of the past several days, of the Daily Prophet. Also, I'll ask Skeeter what's going on. She'll be glad to spread the gossip she's learned from the ministry. I also need to get hold of professor Lupin, but only after the article in the Prophet comes out. I also want to get us moved to that safe house that you mentioned as soon as possible". Harry explained.

"I'll call Nod and see if he can find the last weeks worth of the Prophet, while your gone to retrieve your aunt", Draco replied. "Now, go get her up and about, it's going on quarter till nine.

Harry walked out into the hall while Draco called Nod to collect the papers. Once he was across the hall, Harry went to Petunias door, gave several light knocks, and within a minute, she answered.

"Come in Harry, I've been expecting you. I didn't sleep well last night, as I've been worrying about how I'll support myself since I've left. I only have one bottle of that calming medicine left, and have been saving it back. The sleeping medicine, I don't take, as it makes me sleep too long". Petunia explained with a small forced grin.

"Aunt Petunia, you should have said something. I'll have Nod or Dobby get you some more today. Also, don't worry about supporting yourself; I've taken care of that for you, and I'll show you over breakfast". Harry replied with a reassuring grin, and hugged his aunt for good measure.

"Harry, you don't have too, really, you don’t. I don't want to take your money, and you'll need it. You need to support yourself child, you know that". Petunia said with a stunned expression on her face.

"Aunt Petunia, what I set up is a mere drop in the bucket to what I'm worth and own. I'm actually one of the wealthiest wizards there is, I found out yesterday. So, come on, let's go eat, and don't worry". Harry replied with a smile, as he opened her door, and held his hand out for her to follow. She gave him a small nod and followed him to his and Draco's room. Once inside, they took a seat at the table just as Draco was taking some newspapers from Nod.

"Ah, Mrs. Dursley, Harry, ready to order breakfast"? Draco asked promptly.

"Yes dear, something light for me, my nerves have been bothering me again". Petunia explained.

"Draco, she needs some more calming draught. She only has one phial left. Did you bring the last one with you aunt Petunia"? Harry inquired.

"Yes, but I wanted to make sure that I could get some more of it first. All with leaving Vernon, and you both being chased after by a mad man, my nerves really aren't doing so well". She said shaky laugh.

"Mrs. Dursley, I'll get Nod to bring some more up, you'll have it by noon at the latest. If you want, go ahead and drink the one you have". Draco told her reassuringly.

Petunia quickly uncorked the phial and downed its contents. Within a few minutes, she was feeling much better. "I think I could eat some toast with marmalade, and maybe some tea".

“I think I'll just have some scones with honey, and some tea this morning Nod". Harry told the small house elf.

"I'll have the same as Harry, Nod, and please see to it that Petunia has some more calming draught, like we got her the last time, and bring to her room. Thank you again Nod, now you may go". Draco said, as Nod snapped his bony fingers, and popped out of sight.

Since Nod had already brought in a tea service, they each made their tea, and began to discuss the day.

"Aunt Petunia, I took the liberty of starting you a bank account at Gringotts, and had some galleons converted to pounds for you. I have the paperwork here; with the notes and a credit card they issued you. It will work just like any other credit card, so it’s easy to use. I need to give them an address for you within six days, counting today". Harry explained handing over the moneybag.

Petunia looked inside, removed the parchment, and saw the money in the bottom. There was a stack of muggle pounds in the bottom, all bound in paper wrappers. Petunia sat back in her chair, turning pale, with her mouth slightly open. "Oh my, Harry you shouldn't...".

Harry cut her off by lifting his hand. "Aunt Petunia, you'll need this, and again, I won't miss it at all, and Draco can tell you this. I set up an account that I deposited 1,200,000 galleons in. That's approximately 6,000,000 pounds sterling, or approximately $11,914,800.00 US at the going rate of five pounds to the galleon. I had 750 galleons converted into pounds, which is 3,750 pounds sterling, and is in that bag. That should be more than enough to retain a good solicitor.

“Aunt Petunia, you'll be able to retire and live a good life now. All I ask is you pull Dudley out of that school he's in, before it ruins him, and keep him away from the gang he's been running with. That would be the biggest help that you could give him. You have enough to provide him with a lot better education than Smeltings ever could". At this Harry shuttered and trudged on.

"When you’re settled down, I can have all the rest of your money converted into pounds, and moved to a bank of your choosing. However, if I were you, I'd leave at least half of it in Gringotts where Vernon can never trace it. If he knows that you have all that money, he will try to take it. I wouldn't move any of it until the divorce is final, as they'll never find your money in Gringotts. I can do all your banking for you at Gringotts, or teach you how to do it on your own. However, I highly doubt you would want to deal with the goblins that run the bank". Harry grinned trying to cheer his aunt up.

"Now, if you would, sign those parchments on the line by the X, and I'll mail them to Gringotts when you get an address. Draco and I will be moving to one of my homes, but I'm not sure which one yet. You are welcome to come with us, or you can rent you a nice flat, or buy you a nice place of your own".

At this, Petunia leapt out of her chair, and flung herself at Harry, hugging him so tight that he barely could breathe. She was sobbing with tears of joy, knowing that she had been freed from Vernon. "Harry, oh my, thank you so much, I'll never forget this. I want you both to know, you are welcome at my home anytime you want to come by". Petunia said as she sat back in her chair, and wiped her eyes on a cloth napkin.

"First, I think I'm going to rent a flat, and then get Dudley moved in there with me. I'll use the credit card to furnish it, as I don't want to move any money yet, just for the reasons you said. I'll pay the solicitor with the money in the bag, and if asked, I'll just say that I scrimped and saved it for a rainy day". Petunia said all flustered.

"I'm going to take a cab and go looking for a flat today if you don't mind. I know you both wanted to do some shopping, so I'll leave you to it. What do you say we all meet back here for dinner, at say around five"? Petunia asked.

Harry looked at Draco, who had a smile on his face at Petunia's antics. "Draco, would five be OK with you, for dinner this evening"?

"Yes Harry, that'll be just fine with me. I'm happy for you Mrs. Dursley, and I hope everything works out all right". Draco said while giving her a genuine smile. At that same moment, Nod popped back into the room with their breakfast.

"Master Draco sir, Nod is sorry for the delay, but I had to get Mrs. Petunia's potions". The elf explained as he hurried about setting their table. Once he was finished, he asked if everything was OK, and then left them to eat. While Harry and his aunt conversed some more, Draco begin to read the older Daily Prophets.

After a few minutes, Draco interrupted, "Harry, I'm afraid things are bad as we have imagined. There was a bridge that collapsed, supposedly just ten years old. Twelve muggle cars plunged into the river. They say nobody can figure out what happened, as it shouldn’t have failed. The name of the bridge was the Brockdale Bridge. There was supposed to be a hurricane also, that hit the west lands around Somerset. We both know nothing like that has ever happened. What do you know of that could tear the roofs off houses, and bend steel street lamps in half"?

"What's he talking about Harry"? Petunia asked worried.

Harry dropped his half-eaten scone onto his plate, bowed his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's Voldemort, aunt Petunia. He's doing this stuff to the muggles.

“The bridge was most likely taken out with a curse, or an explosive hex by his death eaters, who are his followers. I would say the hurricane is the result of the giants that the death eaters brought into the town.

“All this eerie fog, that the weather men are talking about being abnormal for this time of year, we think, is from those Dementors like attacked Dudley and I. I think they have already fled Azkaban and have defected to Voldemort. If that's so, there's a huge number of very dangerous prisoners being unguarded right now, and I expect a mass break out over it. The worst part is, that fog means that those Dementors are probably now breeding, and increasing in number, since the ministry does not control them anymore. That's why it seems so chilly now, and everybody has a sense of dread, as they cause this when they’re close. This is just like the last time, when Voldemort was in power before he killed my parents". Harry explained with a trembling sigh.

Petunia quickly clasped her hand to her mouth and looked at Harry with wide eyes. "Are you sure about this Harry, what will we do"?

"Well, believe it or not, you'll be pretty safe, as long as you stay away from Little Whinging. Voldemort knows about that house, and that you can bet. When you get your flat, get one here in London, and get Dudley here as quickly as possible. Voldemort won't attack London as easily as he would the smaller towns. I remember my Godfather saying that he had a hunting lodge up north somewhere". Harry said with a quiver in his voice. "I'm going to go there with Draco to stay until school starts. I'll make it unplottable, with the Fidelius charm, so nobody can find it except for whom I allow in. We will be safe there, I know for sure, until the first of September. That reminds me, I need to owl Griphook for the directions to it, and retrieve any keys there are for it". With this, Harry stood to go write a letter.

Petunia turned to Draco then. "Do you think he will be all right? Will he be able to win this war, and stop that thing that calls himself a lord"?

Draco looked at Petunia for a moment before replying, "Mrs. Dursley...., Petunia, I have known Harry for almost six years now. I can tell you that I have seen him stand up against odds that most grown, and experienced, wizards would have failed at. Harry has defeated Voldemort now four times, almost killing him for good at one year old. Harry is whom they now call the 'chosen one', or the one who will rid the world of that vile excuse of flesh called Voldemort.

“Harry, and Headmaster Dumbledore, are the only two wizards who Voldemort fears. Voldemort has been trying to kill Harry since he was born, and that’s all over a prophecy, which said a child would be born at the end of July, who would have the power to defeat him. He wanted to kill Harry, before he could make it to an adult, and gain power, along with a wizarding education. He's still been unable to take Harry down no matter how hard he’s tried. So, I don't think you'll have to worry about Harry taking care of himself".

Petunia thought for a moment, and then said in a low voice, so Harry couldn't hear, "You love him don't you"?

Draco looked shocked for a moment, but brought up his courage. "Yes, Petunia, I do. I would do anything for him".

Petunia nodded her head. "Just take care of him, that's all I ask. I should have been a better aunt to him, but with Vernon there, I couldn't. I am ashamed of how I have treated him, because of Vernon, and my jealousy towards my sister. I am going to try to make it up to him the rest of my life, if he will let me.

“I should go and let you two get ready. I'll let myself out, and I will see you both this evening". Petunia stood, went to the door, and then turned to Harry who was at the desk, "Harry, I'm heading back to get ready, and I'll see you at dinner". She then left, closing the door softly behind her.

Draco walked over to Harry just as he got the letter ready for Gringotts. "Harry, I'll be ready in a few minutes, but before we go though, I should take the tracking charm off your wand. We haven't done that yet, and it needs to be done".

"You can do that"? Harry asked, as he tied the letter to Hedwigs leg. "Girl, take this to Mr. Griphook, at Gringotts, and only to him. Wait for a reply, and any keys that he may send". He then pet Hedwig’s head, and opened the window, where she took off flying into the air.

"Of course I can Harry. Where my father worked at the ministry, he knew what charms they used to track underage wands. I'm also going to check it for any others that Dumbledore could have placed on it.

“That also reminds me, and I forgot to tell you about this. I heard a rumor that Dumbledore could have bound some of your power, while you were a baby, before he took you to the Dursley's. I will check you for that also. However, I may not be able to lift it, if he did, as I'm not sure that I can yet".

"Yea Draco, you mentioned that in your letter. If he did, and I can get the restriction against my powers removed, he'll pay dearly for it. The problem is, I can't do a lot about him right now, as he knows a lot of information about Voldemort that he was supposed to teach me. I have to wait until I get that information, before I can turn on him, but I will not however, be his puppet any longer. Now, about my wand, here it is, so be careful". Harry said, as he handed over the polished stick of holly, with the phoenix feather core.

Draco laid the wand on the bed, and first performed the counter charm for the ministries underage-tracking spell. The wand glowed a soft red and quickly died down. Draco then ran a test spell to see if it removed it, and of course, it did. "One down, now let's see if there's more to go". Draco said with a sly grin. He ran another test, and it showed two more charms; one was almost a dark arts charm. The other was done to try and hide the first one. "Well, the old coot thought he was smart did he? He placed two on it, one on the verge of being dark. He tried to cover it up with another, so that if the first was removed, you might miss the second". Draco explained, as He then proceeded to remove the other two charms, and ran the tests again. "Harry, you now have a clean and untraceable wand, which may actually work a bit better for you. Go ahead, try it, and give it a wave".

Harry picked up his wand and gave it a quick swish. A golden aura shown around him like the first day he bought it, with red and gold sparks shooting out of the tip. He turned to Draco with a huge grin. "That's the first time it's did that since I bought it"!

"That one dark tracking spell, along with the two others was choking your wand off somewhat. For a wand to work correctly, it shouldn't have any other spells on it, except for what the maker applied to it. I bet Dumbledore knew of this when he done that also". Draco explained, frowning at what he knew to be true.

"What about the binding on my magic Draco"? Harry asked with concern in his voice.

"OK, let me check you, and hold still". Draco said as he pointed his wand at Harry.

Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, "Ready".

Draco grinned at the way Harry was acting. "Ostendo sum redimio (1)" Draco calmly spoke, while giving a swirl of his wand. Harry's showed a light blue glow for a moment, and Draco was done with his test. "You can look now Harry, your not dead yet". Draco chortled.

Harry peaked one eye open, and saw Draco laughing. "What, what's funny, what did you see"?

"You’re what's funny, tensing up like something bad has happened". Draco explained, his laugh changing to a smirk. "There is a binding spell on you, which is restricting a little over one third your magic at the moment. It's wearing off though, and I'd say it had at least one half of your power blocked. The one he used has to be recast once a year at least. Why he used this one, I don't know, as most auror’s, and ministry workers can un-do it easily. However, it is the least noticeable, and the one bound can't tell they have a spell on them. This brings to question that somebody working with him, at the school might have done it, and any medi-witch should have noticed it. I think that Madam Pomfrey has been allowing him to put it on you, when you’re in the hospital wing knocked out every year, or she's doing it on his orders. I can remove it now, but I'll have to look in a book real quick that I stole from my father. It's a ministry book that shows these spells for auror use. I just need to make sure my pronunciation is correct". At this, Draco dug into one of his trunks, and retrieved the book. He read the spell, muttered a few words, and stored it safely back in his trunk.

"Hey, I'd like to read that book, if it's for auror’s, and if you don't mind". Harry asked as Draco nodded his head, and walked back over to Harry.

"Are you ready"? Draco asked with his wand drawn.

Harry nodded in agreement, "Yea, give it your best shot".

Draco raised his wand, and incanted the second spell. "aufero veneficus redimio (2)". At this, Harry's golden aura glowed for about a half minute, and suddenly doubled in size, then slowly faded away. Draco ran the test again and found no more restrictions. "Harry, it's done. Try a simple spell to see what happens like "lumos"".

Harry opened his eyes, lifted his wand in the air, and muttered lumos. The wand tip lit up with a blinding light, as if he had said lumos maximus. He quickly said, "nox", to douse the bright light. It had both Draco, and Harry, rubbing their eyes, and seeing stars. Once their vision cleared, Harry had the biggest smirk on his face that Draco had ever seen.

"Hold your hand up in the air Draco". Harry said with an energetic tone.

Draco did, as Harry reached up, slapping it with his free hand, giving him a 'high five', and exclaimed "Papa's gotta brand new bag"! Then, he started strutting around room.

"Papa's gotta what"? Draco asked, perplexed, and wondering what Harry meant.

"Oh, nothing, it’s just something I heard on a muggle movie once. It means: I have another trick up my sleeve that I didn't have before. I feel a lot better now over this war. We'll definitely have to go and try out some serious spells when we go to that hunting lodge of Sirius's"! Harry happily explained, and it was the first time that he had used Sirius' name since he had died. "Where are we going to go shopping, as it's time to spend some money"!

Draco took two quick steps forward, hugged Harry to him tightly, and gave him one of the most passionate kisses that he had ever received yet. "I'm so happy for you Harry, and it's about time you opened up". Draco said with a huge grin. "I thought we would go shopping at Kingly Court, which is in Soho, and it’s close to us. There are plenty of shops there, and several places to eat. Anything that you would want to buy, it's there. Now, are we ready"?

"Hell yes, let's go"! Harry exclaimed. They placed their glamour’s on, Draco doing them both, since Harry wasn't sure about controlling his magic yet. After they were done, Harry grabbed Draco's hand, and pulled him along to the door, laughing all the way.

Harry and Draco spent the whole day out and around Soho, at Kingly Court, and various other shops or stores in the proximity. They would buy bags and bags of clothes, electronics, and several CD's containing various types of music. Harry even bought a rechargeable TV-DVD player, along with several movies. They would slip out of sight after each store, shrink their packages down, and place them inside a couple of larger bags they carried openly. They noticed all the fog hanging around, and they knew it was from the Dementors, but they never let that kill their good time. They ate at a small Italian restaurant, which served home-cooked Italian dishes for lunch. Next, they spent some time in an arcade, where Harry showed Draco how to play some muggle video games. Draco got a real kick out of this once he got used to them. They stayed close, and were always holding hands, or brushing shoulders as they walked side by side. Finally, it was half three in the afternoon, and they knew they had to get back for the interview with Rita Skeeter. They caught a cab, and made their way back to Charing Cross, then on to the Leaky Cauldron, where they finally made it back to their room.

"Oh God Draco, I don't know when I've ever had that much fun. I'm worn out, but I really enjoyed myself for the first time in my life. I couldn't have asked for a better person to have spent it with either". With that, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, and gave him a soft gentle kiss that went on for minutes.

"Harry, I know what you mean. I really enjoyed myself too, and being with you made it a hundred times better". Draco gave Harry another firm kiss and pulled away to lie back on the bed to rest his feet. Harry took the opportunity and did the same.

When Harry lay back on the bed, and put his head against Draco’s, he thought he was in seventh heaven. "I'll have to buy two extra trunks to carry all this stuff. They'll have to be ones with wizards space added just to hold it all, but it was totally worth it". Harry tiredly remarked. Just as he said this though, Hedwig flew in the open window with a letter, and had small parcel tied to her leg. Harry got back up swiftly, untied Hedwigs burden, and fed her some owl treats. She flew up to her cage, and quietly went to roost.

Harry unrolled the parchments and began reading them over. "It's a deed to the hunting lodge, there's also a map showing how to get there, and here are the keys. It says it has running water, and electricity, which is a big plus. We can use everything we bought today, including the TV, without having to use batteries. Griphook says that all the utilities will be turned on by tomorrow evening, and it will be ready to move into. I'll call Dobby and see if he can go there to clean the place up for us".

"That's great, and I'll send Nod along with him. Harry, do you think that Winky would be trustworthy to help there, as Dobby may be tied to Hogwarts with Dumbledore some how"? Draco wondered.

"Well, Dobby is a free elf, and only obeys who he wants. He's most certainly loyal to me, even though he's not bound to me. He's loyal because I set him free from the abuse that he was under from Lucius. He'll need to go with one of us there to know where it is though. I'll have to ask Dobby about Winky, and see what he says about her. I also don't have a license to apparate either, so I never learned how. That's something that I hope you might teach me this summer if you would"? Harry asked and looked at Draco hopefully.

"Harry, when I get done, you'll know a lot of things before we go back to school. The majority of which, Dumbledore wants to keep you blind to. Do you know that when he took over from headmaster Dippet, that he practically expanded the restricted section to twice it size, just from books he took out of the main library"? Draco asked with an expression of certainty on his face.

Harry shook his head, "No Draco, I was kept blind to anything that I might have learnt, before coming to Hogwarts. That makes me wonder if that was what he intended all along. He claimed it was so that I wouldn't be raised as a spoiled brat. It's not in my nature to be that way anyhow. He never once came to the Dursley’s to check on me, nor did anyone else during the whole time I was growing up. Mrs. Figg told him a little, but she didn't know anything, because I never told her. Where were all these people for ten years while I was growing up at the Dursley's? These same people mind you, that want me to fight Voldemort for them". Harry finished, totally disgusted.

"Harry, I know where you’re coming from, but from the opposite end of the spectrum. Neither of us was shown any real love or affection from our family. Neither of us had any real friends, as all father had around me were kids that he picked out, kids like Crabbe and Goyle. He picked them to be my bodyguards more or less. Now that Lucius is in Azkaban, I'll bet they turn on me in a heartbeat, because they won't see any money, or power, coming from the Malfoy's now.

"I'm actually worried about being torn apart, when I go back to school, to be honest about it. Hell, mother hasn't even tried to contact me yet, and I've been gone now for a little over two days. Maybe she's afraid to try, thinking that an owl would lead them to me, hell, I don't know. I just remember the expression on her face when Voldemort leered at me like he did". Draco couldn't help but shiver at the thought of that.

Harry walked back over, sat back on the bed, and pulled Draco over to him. He hugged him up to him, and kissed the top of his head. "My Dragon, as long as I'm around, I'll never let anyone hurt you again, and that, I promise". Harry then pulled out the phoenix pendant that hung around his neck on the gold chain. "You see this Draco? It’s a safety amulet given to me by the real Mad-Eye Moody. It's a port key, and a summoning device. If you ever see that we are in imminent danger, make sure you grab the chain and hold on, and it will portkey us to Order headquarters. If I'm not capable, just push the center of the pendant with your finger, and it will summon Moody to our side if we are not under attack.

"I'm going to have him make you one of these also. As of right now, Moody and Remus Lupin are about the only two people that I trust at the moment, and still I worry about them. They both have taught me some stuff that Dumbledore would throw a fit over if he found out. That tells me that they're more allied with me than him right now. Moody was the one, along with Remus and Mrs. Figg, that came to pull Vernon off me the day I got off the train and came home. After Moody was through with Vernon, he actually shat himself"! Harry reared back laughing while remembering this. "Oh God, it smelled like a sewage, and it stained the carpet through his pants"! He was slapping his leg now.

Draco couldn't help it and laughed too, as he imagined that big tub of lard, with shite running down his legs, and Moody looking at him with that swirling eyeball. "Ha-Harry, did he lo-loose any weight after tak-taking a healthy shite"? Draco asked between guffaws. This made them both crack up again, with tears in their eyes, and just thinking about the sight. "I guess he was just shite out of luck". Draco commented again to a barrel of laughter.

Finally, after Harry gained his composure, said, "The fat bastard deserved it, but it was the beginning of the end. Dudley said that Vernon had been arguing with aunt Petunia all week, because she wouldn't agree to throw me out. Finally, he had had enough on the night you came, and he hit aunt Petunia. That's when I used the magic that I did. I never did get a letter from Hopkirk, which is funny. I bet it's because of Fudge and Umbridge about to be flushed down the shitter too". With that they both laughed again. "What a shitty way to go"! They both bawled out. "Ok, ok, enough talking about shite. We have to get ready to meet Skeeter, and we need to eat dinner with aunt Petunia before that. She wanted us to get her at five o'clock".

Harry and Draco then got up and dressed in some of their new muggle clothes. They both put on some new stone washed jeans, which had been relaxed. They each had on nice dress shirts with leather belts, and both had settled on wearing deck shoes since they were light on their feet. Harry quickly threw his old trainers in the trash. Not only were they worn out, but also, they were almost a size too small. Harry also emptied his trunk of all of Dudley’s old clothes, and threw them in the large fireplace with disgust. He then thought of something, and held his hand out in the direction of the clothes, just thinking of how much he wanted them to burn, and thought of the word 'incendio". The clothes completely combusted with the force of some of the twins fireworks, and burned to dust within a minutes time. Harry staggered back at this, the fire roared so large that it scared him, and it left soot on the high ceiling of their room. Draco immediately ran over to stare at the hearth, and the ash that was left.

"Ha-Harry, did you just use your wand"? Draco nervously asked with a swallow.

"No, Draco, I didn't. I thought I'd try wandless magic, so all I did was think of them burning, and thought of the word incendio. I guess you saw what happened afterwards? I’m stunned from it, that I can't remember much". Harry choked out.

"Oh yes, I saw all right. I saw a bright red burst of magic come from your hand, hitting those clothes like a giant bludger that was on fire, and completely destroy them. To do that on your first try, I don’t know if Merlin could have done it. We have to get you practicing this, and train you as soon as possible". Draco stated, as he looked on at Harry with awe.

Harry turned swiftly at this, and walked to the door. "I'll go get aunt Petunia and be right back".

In about five minutes, Harry returned with his aunt, and they proceeded to eat their dinner. She had found her a nice flat in Hackney, and also retained one of the premiere divorce solicitor and barrister firms in London. They sat around talking about what Harry was going to say to Rita Skeeter, and what not to say. He was to get an agreement, in writing, that what the Daily Prophet published would be true, and what he said would be word for word. Next, Harry dressed in a dark gray Armani suit that he had just bought, and had the glamour’s placed back to make him look like Gregory Bell. He waited until ten till seven, and went downstairs to wait for Skeeter at a table in the back.

About fifteen minutes later, Rita Skeeter walked through the back entrance to Diagon Alley, and looked around as she tried to spot Harry Potter. She started to look disappointed until she saw whom she thought to be Gregory Bell walking up to her. He stopped and gave her a little bow.

"Mrs. Skeeter, Harry will be joining us shortly. I will have Tom to get us a private booth". Harry explained as he walked over to the bar to find Tom. When he did, he leant over to where he could whisper to him. "Tom, it's me, Harry. I had Draco place some glamour’s on me so nobody would notice. I need a private booth for me and Skeeter over there". At this, he made a grimace, and Tom snorted. He gave Tom a tip of ten galleons, of which he earnestly accepted.

"Right this way sir, I have a private booth available for you now". Tom said, as he led them both to the booth, and pulled the curtain closed once they were seated.

Harry quickly cast a silencing charm, and looked at Skeeter with interest. He waited for her to speak, thus giving him the upper hand.

"When will Mr. Potter be arriving, as I thought I was meeting him? All this trouble over an interview, why, I have never! You know, Harry and I are friends, and we go way back to when he first started school". Skeeter said in her haughty tone, as if she was above the wizard before her.

Harry concentrated on what he wanted to do, and with one wave of his had, all his glamour’s fell in that one moment. "Oh really Mrs. Skeeter, when did we become such good friends"? Questioned Harry, who looked at her with the eyes of a hawk while pinning down a field mouse.

Skeeter jumped up in her seat, screeched, then hurried and cupped her hand to her mouth. Her eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of her pointy-head, and far enough to shove off the cheap, knut-store glasses that she wore on her pointy nose. "Really Mr. Potter, there was no need for those dramatics".

Harry didn't let her phase him in the least, as he produced a parchment with the contract for her to sign. He slid it across the table to her, where she took it, and started to read. She mumbled here and there, snorted once, scratched her nose, and then looked back up at Harry. "What do I get, Mr. Potter, if I agree to sign this contract"?

Harry never lost eye contact with her, as he casually waved his hand over the table, and conjured two glasses with a bottle of mead. He watched her eyes bulge again at his magic. He almost snorted at her actions. "Why Mrs. Skeeter, you get exactly what I told you the other day at your office, an exclusive interview with me. Mainly, I will tell you exactly what I really think about this war we're in, and the people of the wizarding world affected by it. If not, I’ll simply obliviate you, and go to the Quibbler, it’s as simple as that". With that, he simply passed his finger over the candle on the table, and watched as it flared to life. He could tell she was extremely jumpy over all his use of wandless magic.

"Eh, yes, yes, Mr. potter, I'll sign it. Show me where, and I assume you'll want a copy"? Skeeter stumbled about to get her words out.

"Oh, yes, I'll make a copy and give it to you. The original will be locked within one of my vaults in Gringotts". He made sure to say "vaults" just to get her reaction, which was a nervous squirm in her seat, and a lick of her lips.

"Yes, yes, all right, hand it over". She said, as she pulled out an ever-inking quill, and signed by the X. She then handed it back to Harry, who had to tug at it twice, just to get it out of her claws.

Harry waved his hand over the agreement, and a copy of it appeared underneath the original, and he handed the copy to Skeeter. She looked it over and seen it was a complete duplicate. "Now Mrs. Skeeter, here is what I want you to put into that paper that you work for. I will guarantee that this will cause somewhat of a commotion, from both the ministry, the Order, and from Voldemort". The last word Harry accentuated, and Skeeter paled.



(1) Ostendo sum redimio = reveal binding

(2) Aufero veneficus redimio = remove magical binding