AN- Okay, I realize my last few chapters have been a little, um, well…really confusing.  I know what's going on because I'm thinking of it, but I can't seem to get that down in the Fanfic, so…

After the big fight with Voldemort (Chpt. 1) Harry left Hogwarts in the middle of his seventh year, but didn't tell anyone where he was going (not even Hermione and Ron).  He disappeared into the muggle world, and has been staying there while working odd jobs.  So Draco goes out the night of the anniversary of his parents' deaths to sort of get away from it all, and he sees Harry.  (And this is where I think most of you are confused).  Draco is working for someone in the Wizarding world that wants to find Harry, so when Draco sees Harry he knows he has to bring him back with him.  If he doesn't, that person will find out (you'll see why later) and try to bring Harry back by force.

So why did Harry go along?  Well, it's kind of his character to not ask why he has to.  And he also knew that once he was seen by another Wizard (or witch) again he'd be brought back to the magic world one way or another.  So he decided to make things easy and go along with Draco.

Oh, and don't worry Miss Lesley, Harry will get his share in of bossing people around (oh no, spoilers bad!).  And he has always had this 'oh great, another order, better do it' sort of attitude (though that changed in book 5, didn't it?).  But I promise that he'll stop following orders soon.

Next Chapter!  (And if you're still confused, tell me!  I want you to get it…)

After seven years of isolation from the magic world can leave one forgetting how bloody crowded Diagon Alley was in the summer.  Harry hid under the hood of the cloak, almost clinging to Draco's back so he didn't get swept up in the crowd.  He had his wand on him, but it had been years since he used any spells besides the shrinking one he used for his bags.  If he were to end up in Knockturn Alley where the less-than-friendly wandered…

'I can't believe I'm fallowing Draco around of all people!  Destiny really is a bitch.'  He stumbled a bit as a stout little witch rushed past him on her way towards Eeylops Owl Emporium.  Students rushed past them in new robes, books tucked under their arms and various spells being shouted out into the air.  He saw an old looking wizard staring at him closely, and he ducked behind Draco, pulling his hood farther down.  'Please don't let me be seen.  Please don't let be seen.  Please don't let me-'

"Come on."  Harry rushed ahead to fallow Draco into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.  He didn't know why he was going clothes shopping with Malfoy, but he didn't bother asking.  He was annoyed enough without having to deal with his sarcasm.  Despite he had gotten the best sleep of the last seven years- even if he was curled up around Draco Malfoy- he wanted nothing more than to be working that odd shift at the café or tendering at the Red Heel.  He was frightened to return to Diagon Alley, to be truthful.  Once he had loved this world, had loved the noisy of Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, had been captured in the peace of Hogwarts, but now…

"Pick out something already."

"What?  Malfoy, I'm not helping with your fashion statements."

"Not for me you bloody idiot!  You need robes."

"But I don't have any money on me.  I'll need to run to Gringott's."

Draco rolled his eyes, and lent down to whisper to Harry so that the store occupants couldn't hear them.  "Do you want to be seen?"  A shake of the head.  "But you have your key?"  A nod.  "And don't you think it would be a little strange for some hooded stranger to walk into the bank with your key?"

"Oh."

"Can I help you gentlemen?"  Madam Malkin stood as short as always, having traded her mauve robes for lavender ones, but her smile was just the same.  Except for the new wrinkles around it, and the stray gray hairs that fell in front of his face.  "Mr. Malfoy, how great to see you again!  Came for the usual battle robes?"

"Not today, thanks.  I'm shopping for a friend of mine."  He jerked a thumb back at Harry, who cowered under the cloak.  He did not want to be seen… "We were going to look for some basic robes, a few cloaks and some comfortable casuals."  He glanced back at Harry, eyebrows creasing together before he turned back to Madam Malkin.  "Perhaps something in emerald green.  Do you still have that robe with the gold lining that was here last time?"

"You're lucky; a new one just came in today!"  The plump little witch wandered behind the counter to grab her robe.  Without being able to trace where it had come from, Harry saw a gorgeous robe of green silk float into Draco's arms.  The buttons were plain mother of pearl, but he saw the gold within the robe.  Satin.  The hems were bordered by silver thread.  It looked expensive. 

"Perfect.  Can we get a dressing room?"

Malkin led them back, and opened a drape to a small little dressing room while Draco picked up a few robes that would explain why they'd need the room instead of trying it over normal clothing.  With a gentle push, Harry was rushed into the room with him, and the curtain snapped shut.  It shimmered with a locking spell.

"Here."

"But Draco…"

'Oh shit.'  Gray eyes turned to him, a blond eyebrow raised in question.  A familiar grin had fitted itself on pale lips.  'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…'

"Get undressed already."  Though the comment had slipped past without note- well, verbal note- suddenly another was thrown in Harry's face.  He blushed, trying to keep the same thoughts that had plagued him this morning and the night before from surfacing.  Draco was having the time of his life.

Determined not to let Malfoy's ego to inflate any farther, he didn't complain.  He simply turned his back on him, and removed the cloak.  After stripping down to his boxers, he took the robe that Draco handed him.  It was gray, made of some soft fabric he couldn't identify.  No, it wasn't gray…when he shifted it, it turned color.  Iridescent, like the cloth was made from pearls; with the exception that it was very light.  He slid it on, and was a little disappointed when it was too big.

"Parvus minor minimus."  Harry gasped as he felt the robe contract around him until it fit snuggly.  He turned, looking at Draco in question.  A roll of the eyes.  "Small, little.  Latin, you ought to learn it- most spells are in Latin."

He glanced back to the mirror.  It clung to his upper body a bit tightly, but not unpleasantly so.  Though the buttons stopped at his belt line, the ends trailed past to surround his legs.  He'd have to wear pants under it, obviously.  It was gorgeous, beautiful, breathtaking.

"Can't I just settle for something simple?"  Draco rolled his eyes again.  They went through a variety of robes, including the green and gold one.  Draco had to reduce each one to fit Harry, grumbling the entire time about how skinny Harry was and how he should put on more weight.  Harry ignored him, a skill he had adapted so as to ignore everyone else in his life.  After he dressed and replaced the cloak, they went to pay for it.  He stared in wonder at the price, wondering why his ex-rival would do this.  Draco didn't bother to look at the price, he just handed the gold over.

And then purely by chance Harry glanced up and caught sight of the calendar behind Madam Malkin.  August 2nd.  August 2nd.

"Draco!"  He hurried to catch up with the blond, not even realizing he had yet again called him by his given name.  Draco waited for him, the typical cynical expression on his face.  "Firstly, thank you.  Secondly, it's August 2nd!"

"Yes, Potter, it is.  Are you feeling alright?"

"I have a show tonight!  I have to go!  That talent agent will be there tonight, and this is Maggie's big chance…she might even be the new bass play for-"

"Whoa, wait.  I can only process things when someone makes sense."

"- and they're counting on me, I have to be there!  We're playing that new song, and…"

He continued to allow the once Gryffindor to babble on.  Though he didn't doubt Harry's intelligence, sometimes the brunette was a little…eccentric.  He focused on Fortescue's Ice cream Pallor and realized how hungry he was.  Grabbing Harry's hand, he pulled the surprised boy through the crowd. 

"Make you a deal, Potter.  Let me buy you some ice cream, and we'll go get ready for this concert, 'kay?"

"Uh…"

Draco really didn't have to look that hard to see the nervousness practically pouring off Harry.  He was pacing alongside who Draco guessed was Maggie, the woman bass player.  The drummer and guitarist were leaning back against the wall, looking a little calmer but not much more so.  The air was thick with anticipation, and the noise of the concert dome was loud.  Screw loud, it roared like a female Dragon whose egg had just been broken open by something.  The other band was warming up, and Harry's band was the introduction group.

To say the least, it was either up or down from here.

He wanted to say something, strangely enough.  He debated between saying some cheesy inspirational thing to Harry, or just yell at him to stop pacing.  He decided to say nothing and lean back against the wall so his dizziness didn't over take him.  Instead he watched the crimson see-trough shirt and black pleather pants Harry wore dance back and forth.  To the Malfoy's great surprise, Harry was wearing make up, and had replaced his glasses with contacts.  There was a silver cross around his neck with a rose wrapped around it.

"Divination, you're up!"  Draco nearly fell over in surprise when he heard the name.  He saw Harry look at him, fright taking over those innocent eyes.  Despite himself, he gave the boy an encouraging smile.  He was worried.  A dome concert- there was bound to be at least one wizard or witch in the crowd even if it was a muggle band.  It made both of them nervous, but Maggie meant more to Harry than keeping himself hidden. 

And Draco had begun to notice the stress getting to Harry as the concert grew nearer.  He didn't want to set off the boy's anger- he had a strange feeling he wouldn't get out of it unscathed.  So he went along with Harry.

"Okay, let's go."  It was barely a whisper, but the band members heard it over the crowd.  Divination filed onto stage, taking up their instruments.  Harry stood in front of all those people, one hand on the microphone and its stand, eyes closed.  Whether it was from anxiety or an act was anyone's guess.  The band began, bass striking up a few solemn notes.  They had hired a keyboard for the show, and it added in a few sound affects as the drums began.  The guitar stood aside, waiting.  This song belonged to the bass and keyboard, not the guitarist.

Laying on your holy bed
by the hallowed door
Feeling like an infidel
Not worthy of your call
Tempted by your innocence
Beckoned to my fate
I won't face the consequence
I wouldn't hesitate

I'm a man of flesh and bone
Rapture
Rushing through my veins
Passion
Flaming
In my heart
Heavenly surrender once again
Yeah

Shackled like an animal
Chained to my desires
Just another sacrifice
To love's eternal fight
Tame me with your tenderness
And break my brittle heart
Easily and elegantly
Tear my world apart

I'm a man of flesh and bone
Rapture
Rushing through my veins
Passion
Flaming
In my heart
Heavenly surrender once again
Yeah

We're living in a world full of illusion
Everything is so unreal
My mind is in a state of confusion
But I can't deny the way I feel

I'm a man of flesh and bone
Rapture
Rushing through my veins
Yeah

The song was sexy, slow but far from gentle.  Draco's eyes stayed constantly on Harry, as did those of the entire crowd.  He glowed under the lights, each movement a shimmering caresses of air.  His cheeks were slightly flushed, not from embarrassment, but almost from ecstasy.  The stage embraced Harry like a lover, and Harry shown this pleasure out to the crowd.

All too soon, and the other band took over.  Draco's gaze remained on Harry as Divination returned back stage, and he didn't even realize it.  Harry ducked his head, a secret smile hidden from all but Draco, and slipped from the room to go get changed.

Their ride back to the Leaky Cauldron was quiet.  Maggie had disappeared with the talent scout after the concert, and the other band members stayed to hear the news.  Harry had pulled Draco to the car without a word instead.  He didn't question why, he just drove them back.  After running the seventh stop sign without looking, Draco decided to break the silence.

"Do you have anything else planned for the rest of the year?  Appointments?"  A shake of the head.  Draco paused, trying to figure out how to phrase this.  "Look, I don't want you to be found out by anyone even if you go shouting through Hogsmeade nude.  But I can't keep quiet while you're with me, and I won't be able to lie if you go back to the Muggle world."  Harry nodded, he knew.  Sooner or later, the truth would slip out and then Draco would be hated by the magic world again.

Even Harry didn't wish that on him.

"So I'll have to come with you.  But where?  I mean, do you work for the Ministry, or for some organization?"

"I work at Hogwarts."

"What?!"

Draco cringed, jerking the wheel so he didn't swerve and glanced over to the passenger seat.  Harry's eyes resembled tea plates they were so wide.  He nearly smiled at the sight, if his ears hadn't been pounding in aggravation.  They pulled up to the Leaky Cauldron, and Draco leaned back against the seat after turning off the car. 

"I'm the Potions teacher since Severus got the DADA position."  Harry did smile a little bit about that- since hearing that Snape was a spy for the order his hatred toward the potions master slowly disappeared.  He remembered that when he came to after the battle with Voldemort, Snape was in the bed next to his.  His robe arm was rolled up; dark mark bleeding under layers of bandages- it had to have been painful. 

But Snape had lifted his other hand and given him a thumbs up with one of his small smiles.  Seeing something so normal, so real on the man's face had changed everything.  He was happy that Snape finally got what he wanted now that he was free of Voldemort.

"So you're going to bring me to Dumbledore?"

"Yes."

Without being able to explain it, Harry got out of the car and slammed the door after him.  It wasn't Draco's fault, but all of sudden anger bubbled with in him and rose to the surface.  The other monster, the only evil in the universe that had rivaled Voldemort.  The sneaky, conniving old man who twisted people's lives without a thought.  The one who had controlled Harry's life from the beginning- the one who delivered him to the Dursley well aware of their abusive nature.  The one who threw him out in front of Voldemort, threw him out to face death.

Without comprehending what he was doing, he stormed into the Leaky Cauldron.  His cloak was in the car.  The entire Inn stopped, frozen in silence as the boy savior stormed in, fists clenched and fuming.  They said nothing as he stormed up the stairs, staring after him.  No one fallowed.  They were still wondering if it were an illusion.

Harry recognized he didn't have the key.  He flung himself against the wall in frustration, and then slid down it.  His eyes blurred and a familiar burning sensation wove its way around them.  He was cold as he leaned against the wood and slowly slid down the floor.  He wasn't really thinking.  Pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head on them, he cried out his irritation, his rage.

He remembered seeing a pair of familiar black boots, felt someone pick him up, and then blacked out.

AN- That song Harry sung is called Surrender by Depeche Mode.  Again, if anyone wants the mp3, it really is a sexy song.  Hope this chapter is okay (it seemed a little weird even to me…)