Draco awoke with a groan, his head hurt, his limbs ached, and his forearm burned. The stinging pain shot up his arm and he gasped, sitting straight up. He had one of Harry's T-shirts on, and he could clearly see his Dark Mark. His fingers scratched at his skin, tearing at the Mark. The pain only grew.

Tears pricked at his eyes and Draco bit his lip so hard it cracked open and blood began pouring onto his chin. Why did it hurt so much? The Dark Mark only hurt when Voldemort summoned you, but he died. So why did it feel as if someone tried to rip Draco's arm off?

He wheezed, scratching harder and harder until his worn nails broke through his skin. He kept going, the pain blocking all rational thought. He gasped, then but down harder to keep himself from waking Harry.

Despite promising to do so, Harry never purchased another bed for Draco, so the two slept as far away as physically possible from one another, though Draco knew Harry wanted to sleep next to him.

Deep down Draco suspected Harry was just lonely. He couldn't really like him, no one could. But Draco decided their arrangement could work, if he gave into Potter, he could have food, clothes, shelter, and most of all, a wand. But like any hiding spot, he would have to make off eventually. Just as he left his bridge, he couldn't stay here. Harry may live in the Muggle part of town, but Wizards surrounded him from all sides. Eventually someone would catch on.

All these thoughts buzzed through Draco's head as he tore at the skin on his arm. "Go away," he hisses at the now bloody Mark, but it didn't show any signs of disappearing.

The initial pain had begun to lessen, and now the sharp dagger-like torment came from himself. His mouth burned, his side ached, his forearm stung. Yet he couldn't stop.

Until he heard Harry start to stir, that is. Practically jumping, Draco pulled up the blankets to hide his arm, wiping his mouth quickly.

Potter groaned, sitting up and yawning. "Good morning," he yawned again and grabbed his glasses from the bedside table.

He peered at Draco, eyes sparkling with an inward light. Draco sniffed and nodded at him. "Wand," he merely said, watching Harry's reaction.

Harry groaned, rubbing his face. "Now?"

Draco scoffed, "Yes now."

Harry blinked a few times, scooting closer to Draco, "what's wrong with your face? You're bleeding."

"Fine," Draco pulled the blankets closer to him, Harry couldn't see. "I'll just be on my way then."

"Wait!" Harry jumped up, hair falling into his face, "let me get dressed and eat then we'll go to Olivander's."

Draco nodded. Why was Harry such an unbelievably good person? Anyone else would cower in his presence, or fight him, or throw him into the loony bin. But instead Harry offered to take him in, Harry seemed to genuinely like him, Harry seemed to care. Yet Draco kept pushing him away. Maybe he should try and give in a little more...

With that in mind, Draco leaned towards Harry, cupping his cheek. "Thank you," he whispered, not giving a chance for Harry to respond, pressing their lips together.

Potter eagerly kissed back, a little too eagerly. Draco tried to ignore the itching feeling running up his arm, sitting up taller to get more leverage on Harry. Harry shrunk beneath him and Draco deepened the kiss, tugging at Harry's lower lip. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, falling down onto the bed. Draco landed on top of Harry and seized the opportunity to feel Harry's body, hand traveling down his thin shirt.

Harry groaned, arm pulling Draco closer. His hand found the hem of Harry's shirt and he pulled back for a minute to take it off, attacking his neck with kisses and little bites. Harry's hands began to find Draco's pants but right as he began to pull them down, a knock sounded at the front door.

Harry groaned, flattening himself got the bed as Draco rolled off of him. "Why do people feel the need to bother you in your day off?"

Harry sighed, rubbing his face, "If that's Lester I will hex him into next year for ruining that."

Draco smirked, hopping out of the bed as the person at the door knocked again. "Aren't ­­­you going to get it?"

Harry nodded, pulling on his shirt and trudging into his living room and going to the front door. Draco followed after him despite his protests. He had glamours on, no one could recognize him. He watched with bated breath as Harry pulled open the front door, green eyes widening with surprise. Draco moved so he could look to see who stood at the door.

Weaslette and Granger walked in, both smiling. Harry closed the door behind him, blinking in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

His question was directed at Weaslette, but Hermione answered. "I ran into Gin on my way over. I was curious about this Tom Riddle you told me about."

Harry's brows furrowed and Ginny's eyes widened, "Tom Riddle! 'Mione what are you talking about?"

Hermione shrugged and Draco narrowed his eyes at her. They still hadn't noticed him. "Well," Granger said, "Harry told me he was interested in someone named Tom Riddle and I was awfully confused."

Doesn't she know who Tom Riddle is? Draco narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't know the stupid muggle-born well, but she seemed...off.

Harry walked over to Draco, taking his arm. "Oh yes," his eyes moved to Ginny, "I was actually hoping to speak with you privately about it but this is uhm, this is Tom. Not that Tom, that's actually how we met. I heard him say his name and panicked but then we got to talking and...Well, yeah."

Harry looked at Draco and nudged him in the side as if to say "Play along." Draco nodded discretely, "Yes, I am Tom Riddle. Not the evil bastard, but nice bastard."

Harry snorted, "Depends on the day."

Hermione tilted her head, "What do you mean evil bastard?"

"You-Know-Who," Ginny said, "don't you know? Did someone mess with your head or something?"

"Oh, of course. Sorry, all this work has been piling up on me recently, I try to forget about the war."

Draco nodded, leaning into Harry's side just to piss off the girl Weasel. She tossed her annoyingly red hair, "So what exactly is going on here?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "This is Tom. He and I are..." he glanced at Draco, searching for a word, "experimenting."

Draco tossed his hair, which probably appeared dark to the two girls. "So modest, Harry. I'm your replacement, Weaslette. Couldn't give Harry what he wanted so he found someone better."

Ginny gasped, Draco grinned. The redhead took a step closer to Draco, narrowing her eyes. "Excuse me? Harry and I are just taking a break."

"Actually Gin," Harry shook his head, "we're not taking a break. Weren't you off with Dean?"

"No!" she tossed her hair again. "I came with Hermione so we could talk about what happened."

Hermione perked up at this, eyes darting every which direction. "I uhm, I think I should head out. Ron and I are going to have tea and, uhm, I think you guys need to work things out."

With that she dashed out the door. "That was strange," Harry noted and Draco was about to agree, but the annoying bitch had to start talking again.

"Can you explain to me what is going on here?"

"I don't know, can you stop being such a prat?" Draco asked with sick sweetness.

"Harry!"

Harry extracted his arm from Draco, "What? Dr-Tom you don't need to be so rude, but he's right, you shouldn't be here."

"That's right Weaslette!" Draco grinned.

Her brows furrowed, "You're worse than Malfoy. Harry, why would you want to be with him? Let alone any man! We were made for each other."

Harry shook his head, "I said I was experimenting, Gin. I think I'm bisexual, more bicurious. And I'm not interested in dating women at the moment, let alone you."

"Excuse me!" Ginny pointed at Harry, "I was living here three weeks ago, you bastard!"

"And? He's been living here for a week!"

"He's living with you!"

Ginny marched toward Tom, "How can you trust him! He could be a Dark wizard for all you know! He doesn't seem Light. Harry you can do better."

"And you think better is with you," Draco scoffed, "you're a blood traitor. You just want him for the attention. Dating the great 'Harry Potter,' sure it brings in all the blokes you really want."

"How dare you!"

"Gin," Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder, trying to calm him down, "I think you should leave."

Ginny frowned, "Come find me once you realize what a prick this guy is! With a name like that you should have run away! He's going to turn you into a bad person, I can practically smell his Dark magic."

Harry frowned, "You shouldn't," he muttered to himself.

Harry had covered Draco in glamours and magical blockers. The only magic she should be able to sense was Harry's. This seemed to unsettle Harry and he shook his head. "Gin, please don't make it worse than it already is, please just leave."

"Fine!" Ginny stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door shut.

Draco turned to Harry, "You know it's really hot when you yell at that bitch?"

"Don't call her that but, you think so?"

Draco kissed him, shoving him back towards his bedroom, "I know so."

Little did they know that the Hermione that they spoke with was not really Hermione, but Mythas Lester. Little did they know that he had been nonverbally casting spells at Harry the whole time, and slipped a potion into the coffee mug sitting on the counter.

Sometime later, Harry emerged from his room, grinning like a madman. He plopped down on his rickety couch, taking a sip of that same coffee Mythas Lester had potioned.

The potion began surging through his system, and as Draco came out ready to buy a wand, the elixir took hold of his purely Light magical core and began to seep away his powers, morphing it into purely black magic.