Draco lay in his bed, his arms tucked tightly around his sleeping boyfriend. Not even five hours ago Harry had lost his best friend. The Weasel hadn't taken to Harry being gay very well, and the shit had really hit the fan when he'd found out Harry was dating Draco. Afterwards, Granger had told him to take Harry down to his rooms. Draco had readily agreed, just wanting to get Harry away from Ron.

Draco had planned on the two of them getting some much needed sleep, but that's not exactly how it had worked out. Once safely in Draco's dorm with the curtains locked and silenced, Harry had completely broken down. He'd tried to hide it from Draco, but once Draco pulled him into his arms, all the pent up emotion came pouring out. Draco had been waiting for this, knowing Harry couldn't hold all his pain inside, and so he just held him.

Draco moved them to the bed, gently laying them down. For close to an hour Draco held Harry while he cried. Draco smiled slightly, thinking back to how Harry couldn't stop apologizing. Draco had told him to stop apologizing, but of course, that hadn't stopped Harry.

Finally, Harry's tears had thinned out and he'd fallen into a very troubled sleep. Draco was thankful, he had thought he was going to have to get a calming draught to calm his hysterical boyfriend. Of course, it only made Draco's hatred for the Weasel stronger. He couldn't figure out what the hell his problem was. Even in the pureblood families, homosexuality was widely accepted. Hell, his own godfather had been a flaming homo. So Ron's outright hatred of gays was concerning. Draco sincerely hoped the rest of the Weasley family didn't have the same manner of thinking. Draco didn't want to know how Harry would react to losing the only sense of family he'd ever known.

As if reading Draco's mind, Harry began to whimper in his sleep again. Draco tightened his hold and made soft reassuring noises. Harry calmed down fairly quickly and Draco sighed. He should have given Harry a dreamless sleep potion. Harry wasn't going to be rested at all if he didn't get some relief from those nightmares. And then Granger was going to kick his ass.

At this, Draco smiled. What he wouldn't give Granger rip the Weasel a new one. The he sincerely doubted she would be able to change his mind; it would still be very satisfying to watch. In fact, that sounded like a fine idea.

Draco sat in a huge chair, laughing silently as a very worried Hermione paced in front of him.

"Are you sure Harry's not going to wake up? I don't want him to be alone."

Draco rolled his eyes. Currently they were both sitting in the Room of Requirement, waiting for Ron to join them. Hermione had left him a note asking him to meet her there.

"Granger, I gave him a very strong dose of dreamless sleep. He was out before his head hit the pillow, and I can guarantee that he won't wake up for another four hours at least."

Hermione, however, continued to worry her lip between her teeth.

"Don't take this the wrong way Draco, I just don't know if it's such a good idea to have you here."

Draco smirked. "Oh, I'm almost positive that it's not a good idea, but I'm not going anywhere. I will defend Harry until the day I die, and I'm not about to let Weasel get away with making him feel like shit. It took me over an hour the other night to get Harry calm enough to get some sleep. Right now he's so terrified of the rest of the Weasley family shunning him that I had to threaten him with you to make him eat. Even then, I'm not entirely sure he didn't just throw it up."

Hermione's eyes had grown wider as Draco went on.

"Fuck Hermione, I didn't mean to tell you all of that. I'm just pissed. Harry, for some reason, was able to kill an evil bastard like Voldemort, but this has him shaken so badly he can barely function. And Weasel is going to pay for that."

Hermione nodded. "I'm inclined to agree with you. I hope you don't think too badly of me for not coming to see Harry."

Draco shook his head. "I understand, although you are more than welcome to come down with me after we finish here. Where is he by the way?"

Hermione checked her watch. "He should be here any minute now. I told him two-thirty. It's two-twenty five now."

Almost as if on cue, Draco and Hermione heard the door opening. Hermione straightened and looked over at the door. The chair Draco was sitting on had its back to the door, so Draco sat patiently and waited.

"Hey 'Mione, I got your note. It's been a while since we've met here, huh?"

Draco could hear the hopefulness in Ron's voice, and it made him gag a little bit. Of course the Weasel would think Hermione had called him here for sex.

Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something to herself. "That's not what's going on here Ron. Come here and sit down please."

Ron came over and sat down on the couch before noticing Draco. He tried to jump up but Hermione cast a binding spell and he was stuck to the couch.

"What the fuck is the ferret doing here Hermione? Are you cheating on me?"

Hermione laughed outright. "Ron, if I were cheating on you, which I'm not, it wouldn't be with Draco. I'm not his type, if you can recall."

Ron's face turned ever redder.

"Anyways Ron, we need to talk about Harry, and how much you've hurt him, and how big of an idiot your being."

"Hermione, he's the one who left us for the git. He chose Ferret-Face over us."

"No Ron, he chose Malfoy over you. I don't have a problem with this. For Merlin's sake, I'm the one who pushed him to tell you!"

"Wait, you knew? And you didn't tell me?"

"Of course I knew, but I wanted him to tell you because for some reason I thought you would be able to be there for your friend. Forgive me; I was stupid to think you could actually be mature about this. You've always run away before, why should this be any different?"

Draco was enjoying this immensely.

"Hermione, it's not normal. It's…"

Hermione cut him off. "What's not normal? You are the only one with a problem. The rest of the wizarding world doesn't have a problem with gays. So don't sit there and tell me how their relationship is not normal. As far as I'm concerned, their relationship is much stronger than ours ever was, or will be."

Draco was laughing silently in his head. This was even better than he'd expected.

"Hermione, its Malfoy. Have you forgotten everything he's done? His fucking aunt screwed you up!"

Draco flinched inwardly, remembering how Bellatrix had tortured Hermione. But looking up at Hermione, she just looked even more pissed off.

"First, Ronald, the war is over. Everybody has seemed to be able to get past it but you! Yes, there will always be painful memories, but everybody else has been able to put aside the past to come together. And secondly, I am sick to death of you constantly going on about what Bellatrix did to me, and how it's ruined me. I have tried to get past it, but you make it bloody difficult when you won't shut up about it. I am not ruined. You are just a fucking prick!"

By now Hermione was standing over Ron, screaming in his face. Draco got up and gently laid a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back slightly. She seemed to shake herself out of her stupor, and she backed up, breathing deeply. Ron stupidly opened his mouth again. His voice was low and cold.

"Well pardon me, Hermione, but I can't forget about certain people from the war. I did happen to lose a brother, in case you've forgotten."

Hermione whirled around to face him again, and before Draco could grab her, she exploded.

"FUCK YOU WEASELY! HARRY LOST EVERYTHING! His parents, his godfather, Remus, Hedwig, Dobby, Dumbledore, Snape, Moody! After he graduates, he's responsible for a young child because Tonks is gone! So don't give me that bullshit, you are not the only one who lost people you loved in the war, we all did, Harry the worst of all. So fuck you to hell Ronald Weasley!"

Hermione's voice cracked at the very end, and she turned away, trying to stifle a sob.

Draco pulled her into a hug, and she went willingly. Draco tried to calm her while Ron just looked on, slightly stunned.

Draco lifted his head and glared at Ron.

"Good going Weasel. You've done an astounding amount of damage in the past few days for someone so incompetent."

Ron sneered. "Shut up, git. You don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I'm pretty sure I do. You've managed to alienate Harry, and now you've made your girlfriend, excuse me, ex-girlfriend, cry."

"What the hell do you mean ex-girlfriend Malfoy?"

Hermione turned. "I think it's pretty self-explanatory. He means ex as in I refuse to date you any longer. I will not be with somebody so close-minded and who is such an asshole. Draco, I think it's time I leave you to your work."

Hermione stormed out of the door leaving Draco and Ron, stunned, and staring at the door.

Finally Draco chuckled and turned to face Ron. "Well Weasel. Just you and me now. Scared?"

Ron swallowed audibly and said, "You wish ferret-face."

"You should be you know. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Fortunately for you, I won't do that to Harry, see, I love him. He's hurting enough because of you. I will protect him until the day the last breath leaves my body. And that includes from people like you. So leave us alone, because next time, I will not hesitate to end you. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Ron squeaked, so Draco got up and began walking towards the door.

"Wait, Malfoy, you can't just leave me here!"

Draco smiled. "Oh yes I can, but don't worry. The spell Granger used wears off after a couple hours. Maybe you can use this time to reflect on this little discussion."

Draco opened the door and the last thing he heard was Ron screaming after him as the door disappeared. All Draco wanted to do was get back to Harry, but he knew he needed to talk to Hermione first. He found her waiting at the end of the hall, sitting on top of the stairs. He sat down next to her.

"Did you leave him in there?"

Draco laughed. "Yes, but that binding spell will wear off in a little while. Are you ok?"

Hermione laughed dryly. "I really didn't mean to bring up all that shit in there. I was just so tired of telling me that my scar was ugly, that it made me ugly. I don't mind it, why should he?"

"Granger, he's a prick. Some people just are. You need to find someone who will accept every part of you, the good and the not so good. So put Weasel out of your mind. Hopefully Harry is still asleep, but you are more than welcome to come see him."

Hermione smiled. "Can we make it later this evening? I'm kind of tired myself. Maybe we can meet later, maybe outside if it doesn't rain."

Draco nodded. "Fine by me, it will be good for Harry to get out of my room."

The pair stood up and made their way to the respective rooms. Draco hurried back to his room and unlocked the curtains. He stepped and closed and locked them behind him. Harry was still curled into a ball on his side of the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Draco smiled. If he could keep Harry in his bed for the rest of his life, he would be perfectly fine with that.

Ron sat in the Room of Requirement for four hours waiting for the ropes to unbind. He had plenty of time to plan his revenge.