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First part here.
Draco was not pacing. There was probably a rule in some book from his father's library which prohibited any Malfoy from pacing, ever. He was merely walking back and forth to release stress. If anyone chose to question it, so be it, although it wasn't likely that anyone would: Draco was completely alone in the small cottage, save for the barn owl sleeping in its cage in the corner of the tiny parlour. The owl had come back four days ago with a small scroll attached to its leg on which was written two words: Stay put. Draco had laughed without a trace of humour at the words, because after all, where on Earth could he go when the whole bloody world was after him? Leave it to Severus to be a master of irony without even knowing it.
He wasn't exaggerating. Well, the Muggles probably weren't chasing him, but they probably would be if they knew who he was, and what some people thought he did. Potter and his bloody ragtag Army of Light certainly were (faces shining and wands at the ready, of course), and Draco wasn't even going to think about what the Death Eaters would do to him if they found him. After all, they had already killed his father when Lucius had refused to produce him for lynching. He didn't know where his mother was.
Draco wasn't going anywhere.
He continued not pacing for well over an hour. When he heard the first sharp knock at the door, Draco knew instantly who it was. He knew that knock well; over the years he found himself being able to feel the impatience behind it. Severus wasn't a patient man, and it showed in everything he did. Draco ran to the door, ready to spring the lock and fling it open, stopping only when reason and Malfoy paranoia overcame exuberance. What if it wasn't Severus? What if some Death Eater or one of Potter's band knew Snape was coming and got there first, mimicking him? What if his owl had been intercepted? What if it was a team of Aurors or even the Dark Lord himself?
The rapping came again, more impatient this time. Draco swallowed hard, trying not to shake and failing miserably. "Severus?" His voice was very small.
The sigh was loud enough to be audible on the other side of the door. "Of course it's me, you idiot, who else knows you're here? Open this door immediately before someone else finds out."
"How do I know it's you?"
Another sigh. "When you were four years old you locked yourself in the closet of the guest bedroom. You were there for six hours. I was the one who found you."
"My mother knew that, and so did my Aunt Bellatrix. They were both there afterwards. Anyone could have found that out."
The voice drew in on itself, like a growl through gritted teeth. "Malfoy, you little coward, if you do not open the door this instant, I will open it for you. With my bare hands."
Draco threw back the lock. The door flew open, and Severus stormed in.