Summary: In the third year of the war, Draco is discovered as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Snape brings him to Grimmauld Place for safety. But months of being locked in a house with Potter take their toll, and soon both boys are in over their heads.

Pairing: Harry/Draco. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Warnings: Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own. Sexual content. Language.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.

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Draco was idling around in the library at Malfoy Manor. No one would look for him here. The other Death Eaters were practically allergic to books. But Draco could still hear the sounds of the Manor. The curses and swears and shouts proved to Draco that he wasn't really alone. Draco flipped through and old potions book of his. It was dog-eared and the pages were covered in notes. He used to love making potions and experimenting with them. The summer after fourth year he had spend days on end down in his grandfather's potions lab.

Merlin, if only he were that carefree now. He hadn't been down in the lab in nearly two years, and he hadn't made a potion in almost as long. He was too busy trying to avoid being caught and killed for being a spy. That and the fact he was the Death Eaters new favorite toy. His back still ached from yesterday when Carrow siblings had caught him and tested his endurance to Crucio. He could now go five whole minutes without screaming.

The Dark Lord had commandeered Malfoy Manor as his new headquarters. True, the wards and blood magic protecting the Manor were unequaled the world over, (followed the protection on the Black ancestral home). Draco understood why the Dark Lord had chosen Malfoy Manor, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Besides, the Dark Lord was still plenty mad at the Malfoy family. The Dark Lord could hold a grudge. He still hadn't forgotten Lucius's cock-up at the ministry and Draco's inability to kill Dumbledore. Besides, Draco had hardly endeared himself to the Dark Lord since then.

Draco's less than pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Snape. He sprinted into the library, his normally impassive face pale and terrified.

"Draco, the Dark Lord managed to retrieve Avery's memories from him. You must get out of here." Draco swore in several different languages. He threw the potions book to the side and followed Snape. They walked at a normal pace through the corridor, so as not to arouse suspicion. They reached a certain spot on the wall, and Draco pushed down on a stone. A doorway appeared, and closed again after them. They followed the secret passage to the very edge of the grounds.

The passageway was plenty old and dank. The steady drip-drip of water echoed in Draco's ears. The only other sound was their breathing, harsh and loud. It took all of Draco's self-control not to look back. They would hear pursuers long before they were visible, and if he turned back he would simply see Death Eaters that weren't there. They came to a fork and made a right. The stone disappeared to be replaced by moist dirt. No one besides house-elves had been in the passageway for decades and the air smelled dead.

They came up above ground at the very edge of the forest. The end of the forest marked the end of Malfoy property. Just then the mark burned. Draco fell to his knees and howled in pain. He could feel the Dark Lord's displeasure in him burning through the mark. Snape grabbed his arm, but didn't vocalize his pain.

"Come. Undo the wards. Now," Snape barked.

"Why? We've passed the Dark Lord's wards, and I can go through the wards without setting them off.

"Yes, but I cannot." Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Snape cut him off. "Besides, someone needs to take you to safety. If you show up without me, you'll be killed. The Dark Lord sent me on a mission. He'll permit me to be late." The mark on Draco's left arm had dulled to a low throb, and Draco gritted his teeth against the pain. He slowly muttered the spells that would create a hole in the wards big enough for Snape to pass through undetected.

Draco was a Malfoy, the Malfoy heir, and as such he could pass through the wards surrounding the Malfoy property safely and quietly. They had bypassed the wards on the actual Manor put up by the Dark Lord by leaving underground. The Dark Lord was a madman, and madmen made mistakes. The key was using them to your advantage. Draco had been helping Potter do that for almost the entire war. But he digressed. And he had to concentrate if they were going to get out of this alive.

A hole appeared in the wards, visible only to very powerful wizards, or Malfoys. They ran through it and Draco closed it up behind him.

"How did you find out about Avery?" Draco asked.

"Potter had another 'vision'." Both the name Potter and the word vision were muttered in contempt. "Potter saw Him extracting Avery's memories and felt His displeasure at you. Potter didn't know what it meant, but he told Granger, who contacted me at once."

Great. Draco owed his life to Granger again. She was the only one of the 'Golden Trio', as Draco referred to them, who knew that Snape and Draco were spies. Potter couldn't be told because of his pesky connection to the Dark Lord's mind. The Weasel couldn't be trusted not to tell Potter. Granger met with Snape and Draco and passed on the info to the other two. They thought it came from the aurors. As if. The aurors were the biggest bunch of incompetents he had ever seen, and he went to school with

Longbottom.

"Where am I going?"

"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Here." Snape thrust a piece of paper into Draco's hands. It said, The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix are found at Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The handwriting was messy and faintly familiar. "Memorize that, then burn it." Draco scanned the paper again, the incendioed it. "We should be far enough away to apparate now. Grab my arm." Draco complied and felt the familiar sensation of apparition.