First part got deleted when I was writing :( I ended up rewriting it, but it's not as good as it was.

For whatever reason, this chapter was duplicated on my device, but I can't delete it? Not sure if you guys have that too.

Shortly after Harry apparated them back to the place Draco would be staying for a year. It was hard to see in the dark, but Draco hoped it was only this grim at night.

Following his old enemy, Draco briefly wondered if this was some trick of the mind, or possibly a dream. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Soon Harry had lead him to a door. "This will be your room. We can change it later on to however you want it. You've got your own washroom, and there's a bit of clothing in the drawers. If you need me, I'm the last door to the right," Harry told, while indicating where everything was. "Night Malfoy."

Harry walked off, and Draco watched as the door clicked shut. Swiftly Draco entered the room and found a rather old fashioned room.

Now Draco was alone.

For the first time in a long time he was alone, and without responsibility. Usually Draco was surrounded by family, or acquantances his father had deemed fit ahead of time. Then there was also the responsibility the dark Lord had placed on him, along with many responsibilities his father had given. Most from his father, were to uphold the Malfoy name. Now, the Malfoy name meant... well nothing.

The Malfoy name wasn't the only thing that was nothing. Draco was now nothing in the wizarding world. Without Harry's help, he'd no doubt be in Azkaban.

While he was on the topic, why was Harry helping him anyway? Draco would be totally vulnerable for the year. Would Harry use it to get back at him? There was also the chance that he just wanted to help. With his saviour complex, it was definitely a possibility.

Draco fell asleep to nightmares. Throughout the night, Draco was plagued by memories of the past, and future. He'd woken up multiple times. Draco's thoughts were unsure, and nervous. Despite that, he knew he needed sleep, so he attempted to get some.

It wasn't the best night Draco had ever had. Although, he knew it was better than the one he'd have had if Harry hadn't spoke up.

..........

After a night of nightmares, and restlessness, Harry headed down to the kitchen. It was still rather early.

With a quick flip of a switch, Harry's favourite CD started to play. Moving to the beat, Harry began to grab all the ingredients he needed. He'd decided to make pancakes.

Despite how he learned, Harry now loved cooking. It was so much more fun when you didn't have the stress of someone judging and watching over your shoulder for mistakes.

With the music on, and doing one of his favourite hobbies, Harry let loose. Swinging his arms to the beat, and jumping whenever he pleased. This was something he didn't do very often. Usually there was someone there judging him, so he wouldn't be himself.

As the few people he could trust had told him, he needed to let more people see the real him. Because he could do it. He wouldn't though. Harry didn't want many people to see and judge the real him.

Suddenly he heard a shout.

Then he remembered what happened the day before, who the shout belonged to, and where this would be happening.

Also the most likely culprit of the drama.

Within seconds, Harry had turned off the stove and raced out the door. Then he reached the room, and knew he was right about the culprit.

Kreatcher.

Standing on the bed was Draco. The blond was brandishing a candlestick as his weapon. On the floor was an angered Kreatcher shouting things about how "stupid half blood must've let more filth in! Must discourage filth coming in!"

Harry stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw the scene. Most would think he'd spring into action, but there was one thing that shocked Harry to stop moving.

Draco was shirtless.

After a few moments stuck in silence, Harry broke out of his silent stupor, and began yelling at Kreatcher to leave. Listening, but with an attitude, Kreatcher grumbled the whole way out until the two couldn't hear him.

"That's Kreature. He's not the most positive house elf," Harry explained.

Draco snorted. "You don't say!"

Harry still hadn't looked at Draco. "I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast. See you in a sec Malfoy." Next Harry bolted out.

"Wait Potter!" Draco called. Silence. Sigh. "I don't know where the kitchen is."

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Once he'd made his way there, Draco found the smell in the kitchen amazing. Then Draco was handed a stack of pancakes and was told to "dig in." Which he did gladly.

After a while, Draco spoke up. "Do you really live here Potter? This place is so... dingy."

Harry nodded. A slight frown fell upon his features. "I know it's probably not up to your standards, but I haven't been able to make it more welcoming, and less of a grim old place." The last part was said with a slight smile.

"Anyway, I have a feeling my clothing doesn't fit you properly, so we should probably go shopping for you soon. Today we could go shopping if you'd like, and tomorrow I'm working," Harry stated. "Does shopping sound alright to you Malfoy?"

Despite Draco's shock at Harry's kindness, he replied with, "yes Potter," rather confidently.

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. That breakfast helps you survive your day. Despite eating well, their breakfast certainly didn't prepare them for their day.

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Harry put some glamours on both Draco, and himself. Then wearing large hoodies, they had considered themselves unrecognizable.

Harry hadn't accounted for one thing. Joe. There was a new field worker for the daily prophet. This man was a valuable asset to them. He had two large advantages to other reporters.

As soon as the strange duo had walked in, Joe had seen past the glamours. That's when the ambush had began. Harry and Draco had apparated away, but Joe was like a hound on a trail. Each time they had found a suitable store and grabbed a few things they liked, Joe would find them. They'd buy what they had, and race away.

Due to the constant hurry, the situation had no time to become awkward. This was both a curse and a blessing.

Finally Draco had enough. When they entered another guys store, Joe was waiting for them.

"If you continue to stalk us like a predator, then Harry here will have reason to get a magical restriction order, and then any chance at a scoop will be gone." He paused for the effect, then Draco continued, "considering you've found us single handedly multiple times, I'd assume you're using some sort of illegal magic to find us, and a magical eye, which I believe was banned to those who don't have a permit. I happen to know you don't have one. So leave us alone, or we could press charges."

The man looked startled at the outburst. Then a terrified look crossed his eyes before he attempted to hide it. Then he walked away with a pep in his step.

"Oh, and it was Joe right?" Draco asked sweetly.

Joe turned around hesitantly, and looked like he was about to flee. Then nodded slowly.

"There better not be any articles about today." Draco spoke with venom. Then a smile crossed his face and he waved with a mischievous smile. "Have a good day!"

Once Joe had left, Draco casually went back to picking out clothing. Harry on the other hand was left gaping.

Not even looking up, Draco spoke, "close your mouth, or else you'll catch flies. I believe that's how the saying goes."

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Draco had surprised Harry again later when he insisted to make the grimauld place his project. Not being the best at decorating, Harry agreed.

Perhaps this was a better arrangement than Harry had originally thought.

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