Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, characters or places. That honor goes to J.K. Rowling and her literary genius.

Rating: PG-13 for now, rating will go up

Genre: Action-Adventure/Romance

Pairings: DM/HPRW/HGGW/?

Warnings: Major Depression, Mentions of Self Mutilation/Self Injury/Attempted Suicide

Summary: What if instead of Draco killing Dumbledore, he had turned around and Stupified the Death Eaters and Fenrir Greyback? Voldemort puts a bounty on his head, duh! Dumbledore decides, all for his safety, to have him spend the summer where he would be the most protected. With Harry Potter at the Dursley's, of course!

Chapter 1

First Night

"No Draco," said Dumbledore quietly,"It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now."

Malfoy did not speak. His mouth was open, his wand hand still trembling. Harry thought he saw it drop by a fraction-

But suddenly footsteps were thundering up the stairs, and a second later Draco turned around and cast the Stupifying charm three times. Three bodies fell to the ground. He turned back towards Dumbledore, looking sickly pale.

"You better keep your word. Accio Dumbledore's wand!" A length of wood flew back over the ramparts and into his hand. He tossed it back to it's owner, and turned back towards the stairs, Stupifying Professor Snape as he came through the door.

Harry was pulled put of his reverie by his aunt, calling him in a high pitched voice to make lunch. He thought about refusing, but when his uncle started yelling at him to obey Petunia, he set down the duster he was using, and walked into the kitchen, remembering the last time he had done just that. Sighing deeply, Harry opened the fridge and started grabbing things for a fruit salad, Dudley was on another diet doomed to fail. He was putting the bowl filled with cantaloupe, grapes, and several other fruits when his mind turned to the owl he had received from Dumbledore, saying to expect him at half-past noon. He hadn't told the Dursley's, because there had been no reason given. Something told Harry that he wasn't coming to save him. Sighing again, he was about to call them when a massive blimp blocked the doorway.

"Harry." It purred, or tried to.

"Dudley." Harry surpressed a shudder. Over the past year, his cousin had discovered he liked guys, and that Harry was his personal toy. His eyes darted around, looking for an escape.

"Don't feel so brave without your wand?" He stepped closer to Harry, and he backed up a step, anger flooding him as he remembered what had happened. He had barely stepped foot into the house, when his uncle had demanded that he promise he would not use his so called 'stick'. He had refused at first, but his uncle had persuaded him to. So now his wand was up in his room, until he turned of age, and left the place.

The fear of Dudley only fueled his anger. But it was well hidden under a stoic mask. Harry heard the clock in the hall chime half past noon, and the doorbell rang. He was so relieved that he pushed right past his cousin, shivering in disgust when a hand brushed his butt.

"BOY!! GET THE DOOR!!!!" Uncle Vernon yelled from wherever he was in the house, but there was no need, Harry was already unlocking and opening it. The sight that met his eyes had his mask in place firmly.

"Harry? Who is it?" Aunt Petunia's nasally voice reached his ears, and he involuntarily flinched when he heard his uncle coming.

"Well boy? Who is it?" He finally stood behind Harry, "Oh, it's you."

"Good Evening Mr. Dursley, Harry. I am afraid I must impose on your hospitality once again." Dumbledore looked at Harry, his good hand resting on the shoulder of a blonde youth almost the HeadMaster's height.

"Come in if you must." Vernon said in a rather resigned voice and moved back to the family room where Petunia was.

Harry stepped out of the way, and as the taller boy passed, he was sneered at. The eyes were hard as ice as they looked into his equally cold ones. The moment was broken when he walked past, and the dark haired boy turned and locked the door. He took his sweet time getting to the family room, as he tried to block the image of perfect abs under a pure white silk shirt. It was proving impossible. Harry finally entered the room and sat down in an armchair, seeing as how the couch was full, and there was no way he was going to even think about sitting near the pureblood wizard.

"What do you and your freak school want now?" Uncle Vernon asked gruffly, wanting the old man and his blackened hand, and the teen sitting with him, who radiated arrogance, to just leave.

"Mr. Dursley, do you remember what I told you and Mrs. Dursley when I retrieved Harry last year?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as merrily as usual.

"Of course!" Aunt Petunia broke in, wanting all three out of her house.

"That protection can be doubled. But for a price." He looked between them both, before turning to look at Harry, who appeared to be unemotional.

"How? Does that mean my Duddikins will be safe?" She looked at him, her horsey-face carrying worry in it's lines.

'Anything for their Dudders,' snarled Harry in his head, but no trace of it showed past the carefully erected mask.

"Yes." Dumbledore smiled benignly.

"How?" His uncle sounded suspicious, but willing to consider the idea.

"By taking care of Harry's classmate for the summer." His hand rested on one thin shoulder.

"HARRY!!!!" Said boy could feel the house shake as his cousin called him. For a split second his face shone with fear as he flinched, but it was shuttered in before anyone saw it. Harry stood up and was leaving the room when Dumbledore called him.

"Harry. I know you and Mr. Malfoy here are not the best of friends, but please get along for the summer," His face was serious, but his eyes still twinkled. He turned to Malfoy, "Go ahead with Harry." He nodded and stood up, moving to follow the smaller boy.

He was only a step behind Harry as they walked down the short hall into the kitchen. Something was differant about him. It might just be him, but Draco decided that there was something very differant about the Boy-Who-Lived. He smirked again, maybe this summer wouldn't be too bad. As a Slytherin, he liked puzzles, and loved trying to figure them out.

His eyes slid down Harry's body, decidedly not liking the overly baggy clothes. Draco frowned, wondering where the thought had come from. After a millisecond of probing his mind, he chalked it up to being completely out-of-style, compared to his tastes. The boy in front of him opened a door, and his jaw nearly fell, but thanks to the Malfoy training, he was able to keep it down to a grimace when he saw how morbidly obese the other boy was. Draco could feel Harry tense slightly as a strange look appeared on the fat one's face.

"Harry, you know you can't have friends." Dudley smirked, and Harry felt a shudder go down his spine at the way his cousin looked at him.

"We're not friends. What did you want?" He stepped further into the room and Malfoy leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed.

"I wanted you to make me lunch." Dudley grinned maliciously.

"I did." He pointed towards the still full bowl on the table.

"But I don't want that!" He pouted, and Harry shuddered even more at the disgusting sight.

"I'm going on your parents orders." That caught him, and he frowned, before looking at the blonde.

"Who's he?" Dudley asked rudely, looking at the blonde, who was wearing a white shirt, slightly see through, and tight black pants. His shoes were made of leather, and his belt was a similar material, out of the top of that a wand could be seen. Harry sighed at his cousin's leer.

"Draco Malfoy, Dudley Dursley. Dudley Dursley, Draco Malfoy. Now let's go." Without thinking he pulled the Malfoy by the hand and out the door into the hall, just in time to see Dumbledore step out of the family room.

"Well, I must be off. Keep in touch with me." He turned and said goodbye to Vernon and Petunia, before walking out the door. Harry's uncle turned and looked at them, sneering in an ugly way.

"He stays with you in your room boy. Show him where it is, then bring him down for lunch." Harry nodded and headed towards the staircase, he had dropped his hand as if it had burned, when his aunt stopped him.

"Are you keeping to Dudder's diet?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry rolled his eyes behind their backs, and gestured for the other boy to follow him up the stairs, to a cramped room, with a single bed in the corner, and an empty owl cage on the desk. The barred window, or the multiple locks(as if to lock someone in, opposed to out), or the cat door, did not escape his notice.

"Small." The single word fell from his lips in an attempt to start a fight. He wanted to see the Harry from school, not this meek boy who didn't raise his voice.

"You can take the bed," He didn't seem to hear what Malfoy had said, "I'll take you to the kitchen so you can eat."

"What about you?" The Malfoy sneered at the smaller boy.

"I already ate. I have chores to do." Harry's cheeks turned a very light shade of pink, and he led the other boy back to the kitchen, where the Dursley's were already eating, and walked into the backyard.

He didn't bother to take off his shirt like he usually did, but just kneeled in the flowerbed and started weeding.

Back inside, Draco sat in an awkward silence, to the Dursley's at least. If this was how it was everyday, he could understand why Harry ate before everyone else. He considered just taking his bowl to join him outside, when a thought occured to him. The pieces of the puzzle sat in front of him, it was time to start putting them together.

"So you're Potter's only family." They looked at him as if he had grown another head, or wings maybe.

"Yes." The fat father(Vernon was it?) spoke gruffly.

That was the only thing he could get out of them for ten minutes. When he saw that they were almost done, he stood up and went to the bedroom.

It was several hours later, after Harry had headed in so he could clean up before making dinner, that they saw each other. Draco was sprawled across the bed in their room, looking at the cracks in the ceiling when Harry walked in. Some thing stirred in the pit of his stomach when the black haired boy opened his mouth and spoke.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Well-done steak and salad. With water. Since I doubt you muggles know what sophisticated champaigne is." His eyes never left the ceiling, but he heard Harry close the door behind him. There was no verbal retaliation, and that annoyed him to no end. Here he was, trying to stave off boredom, and Potter would not do what he wanted him to. And what he wanted right now was a good row.

Suddenly filled with anger, he hopped off the bed and out the door into the hall. He ignored the pictures of fat boy as he grew up that hung along the walls. He passed the same boy's bedroom, the door cracked open, and paused when he heard a strange noise. It disappeared after a second so he ignored it and continued to the stairs, and down. The family room was occupied, the two adults watching the strange box that had moving pictures. Disregarding them as well, Draco walked right into the kitchen, and saw Harry flinch slightly, and turn around to look at the source of the noise in slight fear. Fear that Draco was sure he would not of caught if he wasn't a Malfoy, and a Slytherin at that.

"What's wrong with you Potter?" He sat down in a chair, leaning it onto the back legs, crossing his arms.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry turned his back to him, busy cutting up meat.

"Don't you have House Elves?" Draco asked in return, watching in carefully veiled interest as the other boy deftly cut. He had never seen anyone cook before.

"My aunt and uncle don't like magic," He said that with great reluctance, not wanting the former Death Eater to know what it was like for him, "What do you want?"

"There's nothing to do here." He whined petulantly.

"You could help me." Harry threw right back at him, not liking the fact that he was in here to begin with.

"No. That's your job." Draco pushed down the urge to get up and do just that.

"How do you like your steak, beside's well-done." He went to open a cabinet filled with spices, knowing exactly what which one did.

"Surprise me." Draco leaned back, drawing his wand and summoning a goblet of butterbeer. He had come of age not long after that whole stunt he had pulled at the end of last year.

Potter was talkative when irritated, that much he knew. Maybe agravating him some more would get him a piece of the puzzle. Sipping , he contemplated the other boy, trying to figure out which way would be best to get under his skin.

"Have it your way. Just don't complain if you don't like it." He grabbed what looked to Draco like random jars. Harry didn't measure when he put them on, and then put the steak in a big box that gave off tremendous heat.

"No wonder you suck at Potions Potter." Draco said, watching while he grabbed a cucumber, a tomatoe, and a brick of cheese out of the fridge, before sitting at the table with a knife, a cutting board, and a bowl filled with lettuce at hand.

"Different principle." Harry snapped out, grabbing the knife and peeling the cucumber briskly.

"How so? You put ingredients together and you get a specific result." Draco said it as if explaining it to a little kid, and he knew he was acheiving his goal when a twitching occured in one of the other's eyes.

"You know what Malfoy, you're always right, so I'll drop the subject." Harry said sarcastically, chopping the poor vegetable in half a little viciously.

"You're not as stupid as you look." He smirked.

Harry tried to calm down, he really did. But Malfoy sitting across from him, purposely trying to antagonize him, was not helping matters much. He slowed down cutting, and forced his breathing to go at the same pace, until he had regained some of his composure. By the time he was able to breathe normally, he had finished the salad, and it was time to turn the steak. After putting the bowl in the fridge, he grabbed a pot holder and opened the broiler, getting a blast of warm air in his face as he did so. Using the fork he had in one hand, he turned it, and quickly closed the door. He sat back at the table reaching for a glass of water that he had put there earlier. Forgetting who was sitting across from him, Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes with one hand.

"Tired Potty?"

"Leave me alone Malfoy." He glared at said boy, who was smirking. Doing a much better job at it then Dudley, Harry noticed.

"Why?" It was amazing how insulting the blonde could be when saying a single word.

"Nevermind." Harry sighed and looked at a clock. Standing up, he grabbed the jars of spices and opened the broiler again, seasoning the steak. Reaching for a potholder, he pulled out a tray of chicken breasts. They were all tiny, and fat free, and posed no challenge to the cooking skills Harry had gained over the years. Malfoy's steak did though, and he checked on it while he could.

He nodded to himself. Another few minutes, and he would get his well-done steak. Harry was aware that the grey eyed boy was watching him, but it didn't bother him. Not like it would of if it was his cousin. He was barely able to surpress a shudder, and a thought entered his head, one that made him think, and hope. Would Dudley leave him alone while the other teen was here?

"You better not of burned my food Potter." Harry turned to the voice, standing up in the process.

"Don't worry. I may not of cooked steak in a while, but I know better than to burn it." He closed it, and leaned against a counter, taking off his glasses to clean them with the hem of the shirt he wore.

"Whatever." Draco closed his eyes and sipped at his goblet.

They were quiet for a while. Both lost in their own thoughts. After a few more minutes, Harry pulled out the steak, setting it on the stovetop. Taking a deep breath, he decided that it was done. He was starting to set the table when Dudley came in.

"Oh, Harry." He tried that purr again, and Harry shuddered, not able to reign in the fear on his face for almost a full minute. He was facing Malfoy, looking at the table, but he was pretty sure he hid it quickly enough. The blonde saw it, the way that Harry had stopped moving when his cousin came in, and how afraid he was. And how quickly he put it behind a facade. This was becoming an interesting puzzle, Draco decided.

"What do you want Dudley?" Harry continued to put out the silverware. Fear was curled up in the pit of his stomach, but he was not paying it any heed.

"You know what I want." He tried to smirk, and even Draco looked disgusted at the sight.

"Dinner will be done in a few minutes. Go ahead and tell your mom and dad," He made sure his voice was unemotional as he started to put the chicken on the plates. He looked at Draco after Dudley had left, "Do you still want water, or do you want to keep your goblet?"

"I'll keep my goblet. Butterbeer is better then water." He took a gulp to emphasize his point, before refilling it.

"Alright." Harry had given everyone salad, and had started setting out people's choice of drinks. A bottle of Guiness for his uncle, a glass of red wine for his aunt, a highly caffeinated drink for his cousin, and a glass of water for himself. They wouldn't let him have any hot chocolate, and he needed chocolate.

Harry had just finished setting everything up when they came in. They sat in their places, and Draco smirked when he saw that they were giving him very wary looks. Setting his goblet down, he started to cut his steak. Putting a piece in his mouth, flavor danced on his taste buds. Sweet and spicy was intermixed, and created a delicious entanglement. He glanced at Harry, and saw him smile when he took another bite.

"How come he gets something different?!" Dudley busted out, pointing at Draco.

"Yes, boy. How come?" Uncle Vernon looked at the 'boy'.

Draco raised an eyebrow, awaiting Harry's response.

"Uncle Vernon, Mr. Malfoy is of age," He looked at them innocently, deciding for a little revenge for what they had done to him, "That means he could use magic and get away with it. And this is how we are at school."

His relatives blanched. Before Uncle Vernon started to turn purple in righteous anger. Well, to him it was righteous. Draco quickly caught on to what Harry was doing, and smirked. This looked like it could be fun.

"I don't care! This is my house!" He stood up.

"Muggles. Always the same," He said calmly, looking at Harry and winking, "You see, Potter here is just going on my orders."

"You boss him around at school?!" Dudley busted out again, and Vernon looked a little calmer. Well, if his school life was like it was at home, so be it.

"Yes," He leaned forward and patted Harry on the head, "You did a good job puppy. The steak is delicious."

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy." He pretended to be hiding his anger, but he really wanted to laugh at the expression on their faces.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with his chores..." Vernon trailed off.

"Don't worry, it won't Uncle Vernon." Harry looked at his uncle like he was his saviour.

"Who knows, it just might." Draco leered at Harry, who pretended to be disgusted, but trying to hide it and his anger.

"Of course Mr. Malfoy." Dudley looked like he was ready to kill something, and he was watching his cousin.

Vernon and Petunia's faces looked slightly green around the edges, but kept from opening their mouths. Draco looked between Harry and Dudley, and decided it was in his best interests to get out of there. He stood up and looked at the smaller boy like he would a House Elf.

"I'm tired of all these muggles. Carry our food to our room." He walked out the door, and waited on the other side. He heard Harry apologize to his relatives, and pick up their plates. Draco sipped from the goblet he had carried with him, smirking.

This summer vacation wouldn't be so bad after all.