Their little celebration was soon interrupted when Harry spotted his cousin and his friends walking straight towards them. "D-Draco, we should go." Harry went to get up, but Draco stayed out so he sat back down.

"I'm not afraid of your Muggle cousin or his group of oafs." Draco sat up straight and Harry knew there was nothing he could do to convince Draco to run, but a knot formed in his stomach as he watched them inch closer.

Once they were in range, Harry heard one of them start to taunt Draco and him. "Oh, look, Dudley, you're useless cousins got a boyfriend!" The entire group sniggered and Harry felt the blood rush to his cheeks. The only one who looked like he wanted to avoid starting anything at all costs was Dudley. "What's the matter, Potter, lost your voice?" Screamed the same boy and they all laughed, but stopped walking as they were less than one yard away from Harry.

Draco stood and approached the boy who was in the front of the group with a look of hatred in his eyes and his teeth clenched together. Suddenly Harry watched the boy attempt to punch Draco, but Draco quickly caught his fist and grasped it so hard his fingers broke. "Funny, I didn't know animals could talk." Draco let go of the boys hand and stared deeply into the boys eyes, but not as he did with Harry. It was with a different kind of fire lit in his eyes and it was the fire that meant someone was going to get hurt.

Suddenly a boy from the side jumped out and was rapidly walking towards Harry, but in the blink of an eye Draco had threw him to the ground by his hair and the boy was slowly crawling away. The entire group must've decided it wasn't a good idea to approach Harry, but stood in place. So, Draco pulled Harry up from the swing and scooped him up once again. Draco was so angry, he didn't put Harry down to climb over the fence, but burned a hole right through it without grabbing his wand.

As Draco walked into the Dursley's with Harry still in his arms, they stared, but Draco didn't stop and stomped up the steps. He pushed open Harry's room's with his back and threw Harry onto the bed, once again. Draco shut the window, closed the door and jumped into Harry's bed with him. Draco wrapped and arm around Harry and pulled him close where they laid for a while. Harry had his eyes closed, but when he opened him he saw silent tears rolling down Draco's face. "Draco, what's wrong?" He asked quietly, but there was no answer for a few moments.

Draco climbed on top of Harry and gently touched Harry's cheek. "Harry, I love you. There's nothing wrong about that." Draco responded smiling and it was apparent that his tears were from joy rather than sadness. Harry grabbed Draco's face and pulled him into a long, loving kiss. The kiss ended from Harry biting down on Draco's lip and hurting him so he pulled away. Harry instantly pushed Draco off of the bed and turned to rolls into fetal position while clutching his scar.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked as he stood to witness Harry writhing in pain now and holding his head. "Harry, we need to alert someone. Harry, this shouldn't be happening." Harry screamed loud enough so that the neighbors could here and suddenly felt blood gushing from the scar. "Someone, help!" Draco screamed, but the Dursleys pretended like the couldn't listen. Then Draco grabbed Harry, carried him down the stairs, let go of Harry's legs to throw Floo Powder into the fire, grabbed Harry's legs and stepped into the fire with him. "The Burrow!" Draco yelled and suddenly Harry felt even sicker and clenched Draco's shirt. Harry couldn't help, but cry now hysterically and once Draco had stepped out of the fire Harry could hear familiar voices all around him.