Just Some... Help

Chapter 11

The gargoyle that would lead the way to Dumbledore’s office leered over Harry as he sat on the ground, waiting for Draco. Spotting the unmistakable blond hair as Draco made his way toward him, Harry scrambled to his feet and grinned.
“Potter” Draco said coolly. “That was dignified.” He spoke, referring to Harry’s previous seat on the floor, the side of his mouth turning up slightly.
“Malfoy” Harry replied, unable to keep the smile off his face. They turned to face the door as Harry said the password, watching the gargoyle stand aside to let them through. Harry turned to Draco and caught the terrified look on his face.
“Hey, Draco” he said softly, daring to reach out and take his hand, “it’s going to be fine.”
“Of course it is, Potter.” Draco snapped back, gripping Harry’s hand tightly for a moment before letting go and leading the way up the stairs.

Dumbledore smiled over his half moon spectacles.
“Good afternoon Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter.”
“Good afternoon sir” Harry replied as Draco nodded, his lips pressed together.
“Now I have no doubt you came for more pressing issues than afternoon tea-” he paused, levitating two mugs over to them, “so tell me, why have you decided to visit me on this fine afternoon rather than be outside enjoying the sunshine?”
“Well sir,” Harry began, as Draco seemed unwilling to speak. “Draco came to me a few days ago so- he told me that he didn’t want- he wanted to come over to our side.” At this he looked at Draco helplessly. “I’m no good with words. Draco...?”
Draco nodded and spoke to Dumbledore. “I realised that I am, indeed, on the wrong side of the war- I want to be a spy for the Order like Snape.”
As if he had been summoned, Snape burst through the doors at that moment and swept into the room. His lip curled at the sight of Harry and then softened as his eyes landed on Draco. Harry glared at his back as he turned to Dumbledore. What was Snape doing here? His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his, making Harry realise he was gripping the armrest.
“He’s my godfather, Harry, and he does what I’m going to do, he’s been teaching me legilimency.” Draco said in an undertone as Snape spoke to Dumbledore, catching him up on the situation. Harry nodded, eyeing the man distrustfully but not putting up any objection to his presence.
As they finished their explanation, Dumbledore nodded, his eyes grave.
“If I may add, sir,” Snape’s drawl interrupted them, “Draco will need a safe place to live if it becomes too much or if the Dark Lord finds out about his... situation.”
Harry looked up at this, deciding instantly. “He can stay at Grimmould Place.”
Dumbledore nodded slowly. “Yes I think that will work.”
Draco couldn’t help but comment. “Really? You would give me somewhere to stay?”
“Of course.” Harry replied, frowning. What did Draco think, that they would just leave him to fend for himself?
Draco’s heart soared at the certainty in Harry’s voice and he smiled to himself.

As they left Dumbledore’s office, Draco looked at Harry.
“Thank you, Harry.” He said softly, keeping his gaze steady as green eyes bore into his.