Potter chuckled while Draco cursed and looked down at his wet shoes and pants. He was soaked up to his knees with his hair plastered to his head. The rain had stopped earlier in the day but drips of water would fall from the trees every time the wind would blow. Draco shivered as water drippled down his back and Potter gave him a look of amusement.

"Shove it," Draco snapped. "You better know how to use that compass."

"You're welcome to it," Potter offered with a grin.

"Shove it," Draco repeated and kept walking.

Potter chuckled and Draco found himself smiling despite the water drippling down his back. They made their way in silence for the next hour until a cabin caught their attention. It sat alone on a slight hill with the trees set further back. The grass and wildflowers surrounded the clearing and Draco was sure that a spell kept them under control. It was made from stone with a chimney and only looked small from the outside. He knew if it was a magical home that it could be deceiving of what was inside.

"Seems an odd place to build a cabin," Potter remarked as they closed in on it.

"Not if you can portkey in and out," Draco reminded him. "Or floo or even apparation. Distance doesn't mean much when you can just appear on the front step."

"I suppose," Potter consented. "I still think like a muggle."

Draco snorted and stepped up to the front door and grabbed the handle. He felt the wards pass over him before the door opened under his hand. He stepped in and could tell that the place hadn't been used for a while by the dust and the musty smell.

"I'll start a fire," Potter offered. "If you want to take a shower first. I'm assuming there is a spell for hot water?"

"I hope so," Draco replied, dryly.

"You learn to wash quickly when it's only cold water," Potter said, casually.

"Speaking from experience?" Draco asked in interest.

"You could say that."

Draco waited for Potter to explain but he just made his way over to the fireplace. Draco gave a mental shrug as he headed to the bathroom and was happy to find hot water. He washed quickly and dressed in dry clothes from his bag, thankful for the repealing charm on the it. He hung up his clothes from the towel rail and left the bag in the bathroom for Potter. When he walked into the main room, Potter had the fire going. He had to admit that he had skills, since he would have started the fire without magic.

"Your turn, Potter." Draco stated.

"In a minute," Potter said as he added small pieces of wood to the fire. "I just have to build this up."

Draco wandered over to the mantle and looked down at the other boy. Potter looked up at him and Draco gave him a smile as he took in his shaggy, mess of hair plastered to his head.

"What?" Potter asked.

"Nothing," Draco replied easily.

"It's the hair," Potter grumbled as he reached up to his dark hair. "It's a curse, I tell you."

Draco chuckled and gave him a fond look and Potter frowned.

"More than just the hair?" Potter pressed and Draco shrugged a shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" Draco asked instead and Potter grimaced.

"Not too good," Potter admitted with a sigh. "Should feel better after a shower and I can wash these scratches."

"What were you doing with Dumbledore?"

Potter got a faraway look on his face and Draco wished that he could take back the words. The other boy turned away and looked into the fire. Draco waited him out but he knew that he wasn't going to say any more.

"I'll see what's in the kitchen," Draco announced and Potter nodded.

"I think that I'll just have a shower and head to bed," Potter said without looking at him. "Assuming this place has one."

"There's a door to somewhere," Draco pointed out and Potter glanced over that way.

"Magical homes," Potter muttered. "Could lead to anywhere."

Draco gave a laugh as Potter grinned at him. Something settling between them.

xXx

Draco looked down at Potter curled up in the bed with one arm hanging over the side as he snored softly. He stepped closer and crouched down as he looked into Potter's sleeping face. He touched his fingers to the other man's forehead and could feel the heat there, even with the potions that Severus had left them. He slipped his hand down Potter's neck to his shoulder and took in the redness of the scratches and bite marks.

He touched on one of the marks and Potter shifted slightly. He was only under the sheet and Draco pulled on it slightly. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or not that he was wearing underwear as he uncovered him. Potter blinked his eyes open and looked at him.

"What are you doing?" Potter grumbled as he rubbed his face.

"Checking these marks," Draco replied evenly.

"Sure," Potter countered sarcastically and rolled onto his back. "You could just get in the bed."

"Is that your way of seducing me to your bed?" Draco questioned with a smirk.

Potter just groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. Draco laughed as he slipped his shirt over his head. He reached for his belt while Potter's eyes focused on him while he settled his hands behind his head. Draco slipped his pants down and stepped towards the bed. He knelt on the side and looked at Potter.

"I suppose that you want me to move?" Potter purred and Draco shivered at the tone.

Draco just slipped under the sheet and curled into Potter's side in answer. He felt an arm creep around his shoulders and draw him closer. His skin felt warmer than normal as he placed a leg over one of Potter's and an arm over his chest.

"I'm sure there's enough room," Draco replied and Potter chuckled.

"I guess you're right," Potter remarked as his hand brushed down Draco's back.

Draco settled in as Potter's hand wandered. He'd never thought, a year ago, that he would be in this situation. The fact that he was with Potter in this situation, even more so.

"Roll over," Potter whispered after a few minutes.

Draco frowned but did as Potter ordered and rolled onto his side. Potter shifted around behind him before slipping an arm over his chest and pulling him close to his body. He teased a leg between his and Draco could feel his naked skin against the other man's. He was hyper away of the feeling of Potter's arm over him and how much of his body that he could feel. He shifted further back and Potter kissed the back of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine at that move.

Draco tried to relax as another part of him took notice of the situation while Potter's breathing evened out. He touched on the hand on his stomach and could feel the roughness and the calluses on his knuckles. He grabbed a hold of his reactions as he settled back and closed his eyes and just tried to sleep.

xXx

Draco woke to the soft sounds of voices in the other room.

He was instantly awake as he grabbed his wand off the bedside table. He jumped out of the bed and rushed to the door and ripped it open. Just to see Remus Lupin seated next to Potter as they both glanced over at him from the chairs in the main room. He sighed in relief and lowered his wand. He blushed when he realised that he was only in his underwear and Potter gave him a smirk.

"Good morning, Mr Malfoy." Lupin greeted with a smile. "Severus sent me with some supplies and other things."

"Ah, good morning." Draco stuttered. "I'll be back in a minute."

Draco stepped back into the bedroom and placed his wand back down. He quickly dressed before stepping back out. He walked over to the lounge and sat down next to Potter. Their shoulders brushing each other. Lupin looked them over but Potter just leaned back next to him, without a word.

"I brought some newspapers as well," Lupin remarked. "Minerva has taken over the school for now but I don't think that will last. Your father, Draco, is already pushing for Severus to step into the Headmaster's position, which may work better for us."

"How's Severus?" Draco asked.

"Unsettled," Lupin replied. "We all knew that Albus's death was coming, but it's still a shock. Minerva isn't taking it well and the Ministry are asking questions about how Death Eaters were able to get into the school. So far, Severus's involvement has been kept under wraps. Bellatrix Lestrange is being held responsible for Albus's death."

"And our disappearance?" Draco inquired.

"We have hinted that Harry disappeared when the Death Eaters broke in," Lupin said with a smirk. "From reports, both the Ministry and the Death Eaters are blaming each other. Lucius has put forward that he withdrew you from the school due to it being 'unsecure and unsafe'."

"Covering his back," Draco remarked. "That was probably his plan after Dumbledore was killed any way."

"Yes," Lupin agreed. "No doubt, you would have been presented to You-know-who that night."

Draco shivered at the thought of being branded by that madman.

"What happens now?" Potter questioned. "Do we just hide here? What about the Horcruxes?"

Lupin sighed and looked at them from his armchair.

"We need you to stay here," Lupin told him. "For now, at least. I have left you two portkeys and two untraceable wands in case of an emergency but for now. We need to know that you are safe until everything has settled down. I'll need your wands as well so that they can't be tracked"

Potter surprised him by nodding and Draco got the feeling that Potter respected Lupin more than other adults in his life. He pulled out his wand and passed it over to the other man. They both looked at him and Draco sighed before pulling his own wand and holding it out. It felt strange to let the wand go but they were still armed in a way.

"What about the Black house?" Potter broached.

"Off limits at the moment," Lupin commented. "With the Order in and out, we can't trust you and Mr Malfoy being there. Draco's standing with the Order is still on unstable ground."

"Down side to being part of a dark family and a Malfoy," Draco drawled as he leaned back on the lounge.

"It does give us leverage with your father," Lupin added.

"I'm sure that he isn't in the good books with the Dark Lord at the moment," Potter mentioned with a smirk.

"And Severus would be," Draco said with a smirk. "I bet that is killing him."

Lupin looked between them as Potter gave him a matching smirk.

"Did Severus give you any potions for Potter?" Draco asked and Lupin frowned.

"You would have to look through the supplies that he gave me," Lupin replied and looked at Potter. "Are you okay?"

"Sure," Potter answered without a pause. "Malfoy is just worrying about nothing."

Draco looked at Potter sharply but he wasn't looking at him but at Lupin and an awkward silence fell. Lupin leaned forward in his chair and Draco shifted uncomfortably.

"I know that it's been hard this year, Harry." Lupin said softly. "Sirius's own stupidity led to his death."

"If that makes you feel better about what happened," Potter stated and Lupin reeled back. "Either way, he's still dead."

"Harry," Lupin tried to say.

"I don't want to talk about it," Potter cut in.

Lupin nodded and Draco had to give him credit for not pushing.

"I better be going," Lupin announced and gave Draco a nod. "Take care."

Lupin rose to his feet and Draco expected Potter to give the other man a hug or something but he stayed where he was beside him. Lupin gave them a small smile before leaving. Potter leaned forward on the lounge and cupped the back of his head. Draco didn't know what to do as he sat there. He placed his hand on Potter's back and rubbed it.

"Did Lupin bring your guitar?" Draco questioned after a few minutes and looked around.

"No," Potter replied and sat up. "He doesn't know about it."

"Really?" Draco asked in surprise. "Who does know about it?"

"You," Potter stated and looked at him. "If anyone else knew they didn't say anything."

"I could ask Severus to send it next time?" Draco offered.

"No," Potter said. "I know that it's safe where it is."

Draco nodded and picked up the first bag that Lupin had dropped off. They were mostly full of clothes and he was sure that Lupin had filled up the kitchen as well. Potter picked up the other bag and pawed through it until he came to the potion pouch with a letter wrapped around it that Severus had added.

"You can work out his writing," Potter grumbled and handed it over. "I can only pick out his insults on my assignments."

Draco snorted and opened the letter.

'Draco,

Everything is going to plan. Potter is to take potion one and two and if he keeps them down, give him potion three. Stay safe.'

Draco rolled the paper up and slipped out the three potions and handed two to Potter. He looked them over before sighing. He broke the seal on the first one and gulped it down. He grimaced at the taste before throwing back the second one.

"If you keep those down," Draco said mildly as Potter paled. "You are to take this one."

"God, I hate that man." Potter groaned as he held his head between his knees.

Draco just snorted and rubbed his back, until Potter held his hand out for the last potion and knocked that one back. Draco slipped the three empty potion vials away as Potter rested his head back on the lounge and closed his eyes. His eyes were drawn to the pale expanse of his throat and how soft the skin would be under his lips and he shifted.

The fact that they were now stuck in a small cabin for an unknown amount of time played on his mind. He didn't know if that would be torture or not as Potter swallowed before he opened his eyes and glanced at him.

"You have that look on your face," Potter muttered and Draco looked away.

"Just thinking," Draco said as he got to his feet. "I'll just pack these clothes away."

Draco could feel Potter's eyes burning into his back the whole way.