Hello!

Hello!

"Hello!" Harry said happily, his little chubby fingers held up high, waiting to be held and congratulated for his new word. Aunt Petunia didn't even turn around. Harry's holey smile was still plastered on his sticky little face. "Hello!" he squeaked again in his happy little tone.

"Sod!" a fat little voice screeched as wet cereal hit Harry's head. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes spilling over the edge as little whimpers of 'hey' started falling out of his mouth.

"Oh, my little genius!" Petunia positively squealed, heaving Dudley out of his high chair to give him an unwanted and much battled kiss. Harry rubbed his eyes with his clean hand as he sat on the floor, chubby tears running down his face. She looked down at him rolling her eyes as she yelled, "Vernon, come clean up your nephew!"

"Sod!" Dudley screamed again, throwing another handful of cereal, this time hitting Harry in the chest and further damaging his little psyche.

"No, it's your turn! And besides, I need to call Marge! Our little Dudley is so smart, yes he is!"

"Hello!" Harry said, holding up his hands hopefully to his Uncle, who sneered and grunted.

"Get the boy out of here; he's covered in oatmeal!" Harry looked up at his Uncle as he scooped the food out of his ear. Aunt Petunia sighed and picked Harry up by his armpits as though picking up something very disgusting.

"Hello?" Harry said, unsure of what was happening but laughing at the attention he was getting. He looked up at his Aunt's frowning face and she pushed him in his cupboard. "No!" Harry cried, tears shining in his eyes again. All she did was roll her eyes as she shut the door.

"Potter! Oh Merlin Potter!" Harry awoke with a start to see Draco Malfoy looking back at him.

"JEEZE!" Harry snapped exploding out of his bed and onto the rug on the other side. "Don't scare me like that Malfoy! Merlin, if you weren't my roommate..."

"You wouldn't do anything, 'cause you're a good little Gryffindor and it's against your good little Gryffindor code," Draco said with a smile, looking at Harry with that 'I'm better than you' glint still in his eyes even though most lights were off. Draco blinked and double tacked. "Are you crying, Potter?" he asked, laughter clear in his voice. Harry sniffed in horror, the thought dawning on him that yes he was.

"NO...NO! I'm not. It's just...just..."

"Tears! OH, this is so good; it just can't be low-carb! The famous Harry Potter is crying! What, did you have a dream about your dear mummy?"

"NO! Malfoy, I swear to God: Gryffindor or not say that again and I will give you a new face. That, I can assure you that you would not be happy with!" Draco, taken aback that he had crossed the line so much, gulped, but quickly gathered himself.

"Get away, Potter, are you mad? You can't do anything to me: your precious Dumbledore said not to, so there!" Harry was tired, embarrassed and crying from a dream he just had: he was not in the mood for Draco!

"I'm...going back to bed!" Harry said heatedly, crawling back under his covers.

"Aww poor, poor Potter do want me to kiss you and make you all better?"

"Shut up and sod off!" Harry snapped from under his sheets.

Unfortunately the morning didn't much improve!

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE ASHAMED TO SAY THAT YOU'RE MY CHILD!" Draco covered his ears as the blood-red envelope screeched, his fathers voice ripping through Number 12 Grimmauld Place. "NEVER HAS A MALFOY EMBARRISED THE FAMILY THIS MUCH IN ONE ARTICLE! I HAVE SENT IT TO YOU SO THERE IS NO WAY FOR YOU TO PLEAD IGNORANCE! YOU ARE DEAD TO ME: DEAD!" Draco felt sick as he picked up the article,

Draco Malfoy Gay Royalty

By Rita Skeeter

Draco Malfoy moved in to a Number #12 Grimmauld place with Harry Potter. Upon questioning, Draco had this much to say: "I love Harry; I'm not afraid to say it. He's my everything: my star, my sky, my everything! He's my little teddy bear!" Harry and Draco met at Hogwarts and have been in love since day one. They do everything together: from kissing in the Great Hall to holding hands down the corridors. What will the future hold for these two lovebirds? Let's just see if they live through the roommate stage! But I have heard from an anonymous source that wedding bells will soon be in the air!

"Hey...Malfoy, what's wrong with you?" Draco looked up from the paper and sniffed, cursing Potter for his timing.

"Nothing...nothing. I'm fine. Go away!" Harry raised his eyebrow. Snatching the paper, he skimmed through it with his right hand and eye and battled Draco with his left hand and spared body parts.

"TEDDY BEAR! Now Malfoy, I know you love me but really, pet names?"

"SHUT UP POTTER! I NEVER SAID THAT!"

"Oh, God...Malfoy this is serious!"

"What...oh the rumor isn't true. I'm not going to purpose-"

"NO! You bloody idiot! She gave out our address! This place isn't protected much anymore! With..." Harry paused a moment and swallowed. "With Dumbledore dead, most of the charms don't work as well as they used to."

"Oh...well, so what?" Harry blinked with a look of complete and utter amazement at Draco's stupidity.

"How thick are you? People want to kill us, so address aren't good to give out!" Harry paused, staring at the paper. "Did you talk to her?" Before Draco had a chance to answer they heard a thud; a loud thud like the sound of someone kicking down the door. "HIDE!" Harry hissed, ripping Draco out of his chair.

"Where are they?" a very unfriendly-sounding someone grunted as his heavy feet began walking through the downstairs.

"Harry, your invisibility cloak is in the closet. We can hide in there!"

"No Malfoy wait..." But Harry was too late: Draco had already shoved him in and shut the door. "Malfoy!" Harry hissed looking around their very small, dark hiding place.

"Shut up!"

"Malfoy..."

"Be quiet!"

"Malfoy..."

"SHUT YOUR HOLE!"

"I heard that! Where are you?" the unfriendly someone asked, opening the door to find a bunch of nothing. The person's lip came up in a sneer as he shut the door and began ripping apart the bedroom. Draco sat there, his heart pounding in several places other then his chest. That was close, Draco thought to himself. When he heard a wheeze, he looked over to see Harry twitching like a puppy that had just gotten smacked. Harry was pale and sweaty, his knees hugged tight against his chest, hiding his face in them.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Harry whimpered hopelessly rocking himself back and forth, paying no attention to Draco who was watching in amazement.

"Potter, what's wrong with you?" he hissed, giving a wheezing Harry a small push.

Harry's breath spiked and he turn shiny, pink eye to Draco. "I-I-I don't like c-closed-in spaces!" he said in a creaky whisper.

"Are you serious?"

"Uh huh..." Harry sniffed, putting his chin on his knees and shutting his eyes tight. Draco actually felt bad for Harry... Was that possible...? For a moment, he listened. The man was still rummaging through the house and it was about 10 minutes later. By this time Harry, was a trembling, sweating, sobbing mess, huddled on the floor and ripping at the heartstrings of even Draco Lucius Malfoy.

"Potter...Potter..." Harry didn't respond; only whimpers and quiet sobs came from the scared little boy lying on the floor. "I can't believe you're letting a box do this to you! Pull yourself together! You could die!" This didn't help in the slightest: Harry not only started shaking harder than before, but broke down into full-blown tears. Draco, seeing what he had done, searched through his head for a solution, which he wasn't the best at coming up with. Drawing a much-unwanted blank, he reached his hand out and slightly stroked Harry's head. "Potter, it's ok...Potter..." Harry just sniffed, tears not stopping. Draco gulped. "Harry, come on. It's ok...." Draco gasped as Harry quickly grabbed his arm and pulled himself up. Wrapping his arms around Draco, Harry buried his face in the folds of Draco's shirt. It was weird, the feeling of Harry desperately clinging and shaking, his sweat and tears beginning to dampen his shirt.

"Oh god, oh god..." Harry whimpered. "Are we really gonna die? I don't wanna die Malfoy!"

"No, no, Potter we're not gonna die. Don't worry, we couldn't. No, don't worry," Draco whispered, still a little shocked at the fact that Potter was practically laying on top of him.

Now, Draco was a mean, sarcastic, and possibly evil little prick, but this didn't stop him from putting one of his arms around Harry in a last attempt to comfort the boy. It was another 10 minutes until they heard someone say a few choice words that the writer choices to leave out in strong attempts to keep the story PG. They heard the front door open and shut, signifying that someone had left.

Once the closet door was opened and the unsettling feeling of impending doom had passed, it was very awkward indeed. "Umm...Thanks...Draco," Harry said quietly with a small sniff. Draco's stomach gave a weird jerk when Potter actually said his name, his first name. He wasn't sure how to respond: with a snide remark that would send them cascading back in a relationship of insults and glares or actually be decent.

"No problem. I couldn't just let you lay and whine could I? I do have a soul, you know," Draco said with a grin, walking up the stairs. Harry stood there for a moment, the thoughts slowly migrating from how much of a jerk Dra...Malfoy was to how good breakfast sounded. But the thoughts quickly fled from him mind when he heard Draco screaming. Blotting up the stairs was a terrible blue little creature with its disgusting green-yellow teeth deep in Draco's leg.

"HOLY HELL!" Harry screamed. He grabbed the nearest thing, and taking the horrid thing by its back legs and throwing it down on the ground, he proceeded to beat it to death with the fireplace shovel he had clenched in his hand.

"Draco! DRACO!" Harry yelled, shaking him, to no avail. Draco's head just swung limply. "Draco!"

"Draco, Draco, Draco, baby, wake up!" Draco opened his eyes to see the matching pair of his mother's staring back down at him. She smiled, running her hand through his lovely white hair she had always loved.

"Mum? How..."

"Come on, Draco baby, we're gonna miss Christmas." She smiled, holding out her hand. Draco raised his eyebrow sleepily he had no idea what the hell his mother was talking about. It wasn't Christmas! At least, it shouldn't be: it was June. And why was he so short!

Normally, Draco was a good 2 inches taller than his mother. Now she had at least a hefty foot on him! "MUM!" Draco shrieked in a voice that was surprisingly high and squeaky.

"What? What, Draco?" Narcissa asked, bending down to hug him.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I so short?" Draco whimpered, suddenly having a very strong urge to cry. As big dragon tears began running down his colorless cheeks, Narsissa looked at him as if he had just asked her to punch him. "Oh, baby, don't cry! Shh, have your cousins been picking on you again for being tinier then them? Well, sweets, you're only 6! How big do you plan to be?" SIX! Draco thought. Six? Cousins? What's going on? We haven't had the family over in years...

"Mummy, what? I'm not six...I'm 17..." His mother smiled, kissing his salty cheek.

"Of course, darling. Come on, Granny wants to see her boy."

Down stairs at the Malfoy Manor at Christmas, it was a good chance that three things were going to happen to you: one, the house elves would cater to you every whim (which didn't just pertain to Christmas!), two, Granny Malfoy would kiss the living snot out of you (yet again not pertaining only to Christmas!), and three, the Dark Lord would make his much-honored and slightly feared appearance.

Draco wrinkled his nose as another one of his Granny's eggnog-scented kisses came in, when there was a pop from the fireplace. "My Lord!" Lucius stammered bowing his head, as did the rest of the room.

"Minoans," said a voice from behind the jittery little man. There was a moment of silence when "QUIRREL, YOU STUPID PIG, TURN AROUND!" Poor Quirrel jumped like a toad and quickly turned to reveal the pale face of Voldemort. "I need your help, Malfoy."

Lucius seemed honored and utterly petrified all in one face. "Really? Well, whatever you need, my Lord, I will provide."

"I'm glad to hear that. I have a new spell, and I need the blood of a pureblood, untouched innocent." An unpleasant air spread around the room as the thought donned on them what he really wanted.

"Sir...Draco?" Lucius said with a look to his little boy.

"Is that a problem?"

Lucius swallowed and breathed. "No."

"Good. Come here, boy!" Voldemort ordered. Draco took his time walking up there, looking at his father as if pleading him to save him from what he remembered was going to happen. Quirrel turned back around and grabbed his wrist with his sweaty hand.

"Hermione, what was that?"

"It's a hybrid of a Mara and a goblin..."

"Hermione...please, I beg of you, try to remember we're stupid, ok?" Ron chimed in. That in addition to the look on Harry's face made it painfully clear that they had no idea what a Mara was.

Hermione sighed. "Ok, it's kind of like...well...it's like a vampire, only they don't drink blood..."

"Then how is it like a vampire?"

"Ron, don't talk. It doesn't suit you. Anyway, it's like a vampire, only it feeds on fear instead of blood, and only at night while you're sleeping."

"Then it really isn't anything like a vampire is it? It doesn't feed on blood and it only attacks while you're asleep..."

"Ron, did you get what I meant?"

"Yes."

"Then I explained fine didn't I?"

"You two stop bickering. Well, why combine the two creatures?" Harry asked, looking at the puddle of blue nasty on the floor.

"So that its poison is spread by biting, and not by touch."

"Wouldn't it be more effective by touch?" Ron asked as he healed the bite mark on Draco's leg and not looking pleased about it at all.

"Well yes, but Maras can only hunt at night and while you're sleeping, so the mix of a goblin not only makes it smarter but also able to hunt and infect at anytime of day. So just having to bite the person is a small price to pay for intelligence and no weakness to the sun."

"Well, what does it do, Hermione?" Harry asked looking down at Draco from the couch they had moved him to.

"Well it..."

"No, NO, PLEASE, NO! IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP!" Draco pleaded as a large bleeding gash appeared on his forearm.