Who: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Where: 12 Grimmauld Place
Summary: Harry has a proposition for Draco (no, you perv, not that kind of proposition)
It had been three days since he'd last left his room, other than in brief spurts for food and other matters; three days since he'd last even seen a glimpse of the other inhabitants of the house. Three days of going over the photos that Remus had left; three days of thoughts that went nowhere and memories that wouldn't fade. Three days of intermittent shaking that left him too exhausted to do anything else.
Now, in a rare moment of calm, Harry was ready to act on an idea that had been bothering him for a few months now. He listened for the quiet click that denoted Hermione's departure from the house and finally left his room. The pale winter light coming in from the windows hurt his dark-accustomed eyes, and he held up his arm to shade his eyes as he made his way down the stairs.
Once downstairs, he made his way to the living room, where he knew his target was going to be. Leaning a shoulder against the archway, hoping that he didn't start shaking agian in the next few minutes, he spoke quietly. "Malfoy."