Taking Him In

a house elf, a reporter, and a realization

First part got deleted when I was writing :( I ended up rewriting it, but it's not as good as it was.

For whatever reason, this chapter was duplicated on my device, but I can't delete it? Not sure if you guys have that too.

Shortly after Harry apparated them back to the place Draco would be staying for a year. It was hard to see in the dark, but Draco hoped it was only this grim at night.

Following his old enemy, Draco briefly wondered if this was some trick of the mind, or possibly a dream. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Soon Harry had lead him to a door. "This will be your room. We can change it later on to however you want it. You've got your own washroom, and there's a bit of clothing in the drawers. If you need me, I'm the last door to the right," Harry told, while indicating where everything was. "Night Malfoy."

Harry walked off, and Draco watched as the door clicked shut. Swiftly Draco entered the room and found a rather old fashioned room.

Now Draco was alone.

For the first time in a long time he was alone, and without responsibility. Usually Draco was surrounded by family, or acquantances his father had deemed fit ahead of time. Then there was also the responsibility the dark Lord had placed on him, along with many responsibilities his father had given. Most from his father, were to uphold the Malfoy name. Now, the Malfoy name meant... well nothing.

The Malfoy name wasn't the only thing that was nothing. Draco was now nothing in the wizarding world. Without Harry's help, he'd no doubt be in Azkaban.

While he was on the topic, why was Harry helping him anyway? Draco would be totally vulnerable for the year. Would Harry use it to get back at him? There was also the chance that he just wanted to help. With his saviour complex, it was definitely a possibility.

Draco fell asleep to nightmares. Throughout the night, Draco was plagued by memories of the past, and future. He'd woken up multiple times. Draco's thoughts were unsure, and nervous. Despite that, he knew he needed sleep, so he attempted to get some.

It wasn't the best night Draco had ever had. Although, he knew it was better than the one he'd have had if Harry hadn't spoke up.

..........

After a night of nightmares, and restlessness, Harry headed down to the kitchen. It was still rather early.

With a quick flip of a switch, Harry's favourite CD started to play. Moving to the beat, Harry began to grab all the ingredients he needed. He'd decided to make pancakes.

Despite how he learned, Harry now loved cooking. It was so much more fun when you didn't have the stress of someone judging and watching over your shoulder for mistakes.

With the music on, and doing one of his favourite hobbies, Harry let loose. Swinging his arms to the beat, and jumping whenever he pleased. This was something he didn't do very often. Usually there was someone there judging him, so he wouldn't be himself.

As the few people he could trust had told him, he needed to let more people see the real him. Because he could do it. He wouldn't though. Harry didn't want many people to see and judge the real him.