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Hey, chapter TWO! Hope everyone like the first one, I think it was okay. Any who, on with the fic!

About five minutes later, Draco began to get bored and anxious.

"Mind telling me where we're going?" He asked tightly. Hermione had decided taking him to the Weasleys would be a smart idea then realized how stupid it would be. He might get away and run off to Voldy and tell him what he saw and where they were.

"We're going... we're going to the Weasleys." She swore to herself that if he tried anything like that she'd kill him; she hated him enough to do it.

"Really?" He asked with a smug and satisfied look.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked him, her wand at her side once more for some reason.

"Nothing, I was hoping we were going there." He told her with a shrug. Hermione eyed him closely while staying steady on her broom.

"Really... why?" She asked him as she sped through the sky.

"Well, I need to get on their good side. It's probably the only way I might survive..." He said the last part quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"I told you already, mud... I mean Hermione. I've changed; I no longer serve under the Dark Lord." He said.

"Then stop calling him the Dark Lord. Call him Voldemort or He Who Must Not Be Named." She glanced over at him. "You'll do it if you know what's good for you. Ya know, to me you haven't changed one bit."

"Really?" He asked with a raised and bored brow.

"Yeah, really. I mean, you're still cold and mean. You still obviously hate people who aren't pure blooded. So why, Draco? Why have you changed sides?" He shrugged.

"I don't know, something happened…" He was remembering Snape's horrific death but he wasn't about to tell her that.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's none of your concern." He said with a hiss.

"Fine, it's not like I really care anyway." She said and that was when he noticed her redder than red lipstick.

"What are you wearing?" He asked with a face. She smiled at his disgust.

"Ya like it?" She knew he didn't. "Every girl in the Order wears it." She explained. "It's a tracking device, we use a special type." She swerved in the air suddenly.

"Bloody hell, what was that for?" He asked her, his voice accidentally getting high. She laughed, this was enjoyable.

"I saw a damn bird, relax." She glanced and laughed at how pale he'd gotten. Or was that how he always was? She couldn't remember.

"Sure, you're not the one flying at the other person's mercy. You could just drop me and I would die you know, my hands are tied here!" He said in an overdramatic tone. She rolled her eyes and suddenly gave a steep dive. "My God you've gone mad!" He screamed as she laughed and took another sharp turn.

"No, not really!" She yelled over the high wind sound that was passing through them.

"Oh yes you have Granger!" He screamed as she suddenly went high again.

"What, this isn't fun?" She asked at him with a smirk, knowing the answer. He looked at her and wanted to smack her, see if she was alright.

"You really have gone insane. You've escaped from the asylum and you made it up in your mind that you were a part of the Order... whoever thought of lipstick being a tracking device to know where the girls are? My God…" He sighed. "Someone shoot me, I got the crazy one." She tried to suppress her laughter but couldn't.

"Draco, since when were you a comedian?" She asked, covering her mouth.

"What? That was not meant to be funny. I was not joking!" He said in a very serious tone that only made her laugh more.

"Here, I'll allow you to be free of your arms being tied since you made me laugh." She took out her wand and used only her eyes to do the spell. He flexed his hand in front of himself and smiled.

"Better." He said to no one. She gently glided down to the ground. "What are you doing?" He asked her.

"I'm sure the others are sleeping, we can't fly in." She said.

"I don't get it." He said to her looking beyond dumb.

"Ugh, my broom is loud and old. Listen." She mounted her broom and a loud noise emitted from it.

"Wow, I didn't realize." He said to her.

"No shit Sherlock." She came back down. "It was because you got used to it." She said.

"No, I really didn't notice it." He said. She rolled her eyes.

"Come on, I'm sure that everyone will wake up once they hear that you're here. You know that you and your father are hated at this household, right?"

"Mmm," He said, not really listening. He was just staring at the large, strange, and wonderful home.

"You're a jackass, Malfoy. Everyone thinks so." She said at a normal loud.

"What was that?" He asked, reverting his attention back to her.

"Oh nothing," She said. Once she put her broom in the shed she took her wand out and his hands glued together once more. "Sorry bud, can't let you in there without some type of restraint." She said and he felt like he was being muggle arrested. He'd heard about how awful those things were. They had this sugar spray that killed you like that! (Pepper spray, hurts you... haha) "Ready?" She asked him. He looked at her in a confident manner.

"I think I'm ready to face the Weasleys. Is Potter here?" He asked.

"What do you think?"

"Yes." She nodded her head. "Fine, I don't care. Let's just go." He said roughly and they walked toward the Burrows front door...

Yay for chapter two! Sorry it was so short. Please review, thank you.