(A/N) Hey guys! Okay so I know I posted this story like four years ago…and also that I said I would be continuing it. Well, good news! I am currently working on the next chapter and it's almost done! However, I decided to go back and edit all of these chapters first because I was just a freshman in high school when I started writing this story and there are a TON of mistakes. So….It's coming along guys. Slowly but surely.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, obviously.

Draco Malfoy was more than ready to get home. He had been on the road with his army for more than eight months, following random leads on the whereabouts of the dark lord. Needless to say the dark lord had hidden himself well, as most cowards do, and Draco was now eager to be home, although empty handed.

Stopping his horse at a small cliff, the regal blonde raised his nose, sniffing the air lightly. He turned to one of his advisors, raising a thin eyebrow.

"Holleberry, sir. That little city down there." Draco nodded, turning back to view the dirty city. The wooden houses were slumped, giving off the smell of decaying wood and mites. He eyed the crumbling gates with disdain, noting that there were no guards. No people anywhere, now that he looked for them. There was no sign of any life for that matter, and If it weren't for Dracos keen elven hearing, he would've thought the city deserted.

"Cadet Zabini!" The blonde barked. Scurrying answered as the soldier scrambled to present himself.

"Sir!"

"At ease. Why is the name of this city familiar to me?" The boy relaxed a bit, glancing at the crumbling city and then back to Draco.

"Holleberry, sir. It's the home of the Untenshi Ki."

"In English, Cadet."

"Uhh...yessir. The Mate Tree. Ya know, the one where if it's your time, you meet-"

"Your soul mate, yes I know. Dismissed."

The blonde pondered this as they made their way down the jagged cliff-side. The stench of the rotting wood got stronger as they neared, and he crinkled his nose in distaste.

The sound of a dozen or so pairs of feet greeted them as they passed through the gates.

Draco signaled for his army to halt, facing the angry sets of eyes glaring at him. He straightened in his saddle, scanning the crowd of dirty men in front of him. One man in the front stepped forward, thrusting a dull spear in Draco's face.

"State yur name and bus'ness!" The blonde pushed the stick out of his face haughtily, turning cool gray eyes on the pathetic man.

"Prince Malfoy, sir. And you are?" The man stumbled back, dropping to his knees. The people behind him quickly did the same.

"I'm truly sorry your highness, I hadn't a clue!"

"From your kind greeting I'd conceived as much." Draco stood in his saddle, eyeing the town behind the people.

"My men and I are weary and hungry. Surely you can accommodate us for a few days while we re-gather our strength. I believe you owe us as much." The man nodded his head stiffly, gesturing at a freckled boy to step forward.

"Righty. This is Arthur, owner of the local tavern. Most of yer men should fit there, but I'm sure we can find ye a better place to stay, yer highness." Draco nodded, beckoning at his army to follow the redhead. He led them to a large wooden settlement. The creaky sign over the door read Holleberry Pub. The man allowed the soldiers in, his pudgy wife quickly laid out a feast for the men, while two of his sons, twins, led all the horses out to the stables. The man turned back to Draco after the squadron was situated, clearing his throat.

"My youngest son will be back shortly, he's gone to find you a more...suitable room." The blonde nodded, sitting on the bench outside the pubs door. They waited for no more than five minutes when a red haired boy came panting around the corner, clutching a stitch in his side. He skidded to a halt in front of them, bowing slightly at Draco.

"Harry is in for the weekend. He says the prince can bed down there." Arthur nodded, motioning for the blonde to follow him as they started down a beaten path and into the woods, away from the city.

"Got lucky, you did. Harry's gone most days. Out picking herbs and such for the healers. He's one, a healer. Got the nicest place out here. It's a part of the hospital, made out of stone, not wood. It's mighty cold, but at least it doesn't stink..." Draco listened silently as the man rambled on, watching his surroundings with a trained eye.

"It's just 'roun this corner. Ah, there we are." A large stone building came into view, two stories high, with a house built a few feet off of it. It was a small house, no more than a large room with a wash room at the side, but it was definitely nicer than any of the other houses in the city.

The elf snapped out of his thoughts as Arthur knocked on the heavy oak door. There was a heavy thump, cursing, and hurried footsteps before the door swung open, revealing a much too thin, tan boy with dark hair and emerald green eyes. The boy stepped aside, allowing the prince to enter. Draco listened as the boy thanked Arthur and closed the door. Green eyes turned to meet gray.

"Ehh...sorry it's so messy, I'm normally not here, and I wasn't expecting anyone. It's rare that anyone passes through here." The boy rubbed the back of his head nervously, grinning. Draco looked around for the massy part of the room, failing in locating it.

"It's fine. Better than anywhere else." The boys grin widened, and he stuck out a thin hand.

"Harry Potter, Sir." Draco shook his hand lightly, noting the bony wrist.

"Draco Malfoy, I'm sure you know." Harry nodded, releasing the prince's wrist and turning to the section of the room Draco assumed was the kitchen.

"You must be hungry. I hope you don't mind stew. It's pretty thin, foods short, but I had already started cooking it." The blonde sniffed, raising an eyebrow at the delicious scent.

Harry blushed, mistaking Draco's actions for disgust.

"I could always start something else, if you don't want this...I don't have much, but I'm sure I coul-"

"No. It smells delicious." Harry paused in his stirring, his blush darkening.

"T-thank you." Draco nodded, looking for a place to sit. He saw Harry blush again out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry. I always just sit on the bed. I don't have a table or anything, since I'm never really here. I could run into the hospital and get you a chair if you want.." The blonde shook his head, waving the thought away.

"Please, don't trouble yourself over me. I am fine with the accommodations you have available." Harry nodded, handing the elf a steaming bowl and a glass of some red colored water.

"It's a vitamin induced water, good for your immune system. I hope you don't mind, but I don't keep alcohol here." Draco took a sip as his answer, smiling. He scooted over as Harry came back over with his own bowl. The boy looked at him shyly.

"You didn't have to move. I can sit on the floor..."

"I will not impose on you in your home. Sit here, where you normally would." Harry nodded, settling against his headboard. His attention immediately went to his soup, and the boy began to scarf it down like a starving child, which, Draco noted with apprehension, was probably pretty close to home.

Harry finished long before Draco, and stood with a blush, rinsing his bowl and putting it up to dry. The blonde watched as he stood near the door, wringing his hands nervously.

"Uhmm...There are a few herbs I need to get before tomorrow afternoon. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all."

"Alright. Uhmm...well, If you need anything, you're welcome to look around, and if you can't find it just call for me, I shouldn't be too far." Draco nodded, Finishing up his soup as the door closed behind the green eyed boy.

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