A/N: So I'm having troubles finishing this story because for it to be any longer, it would have to be really very way much longer. And I don't usually write long stories. But here is my attempt, and maybe it will help me grow as a writer.

So since Snape hasn't killed Dumbledore yet, Grimmauld Place is still being used as headquarters for the Order.

Draco sat on his lumpy mattress and stared around his new room. It wasn't at all like his old room at Malfoy Manor. There, his bed was custom made for him and had Italian silk sheets and two plump pillows filled with hippogriff feathers, enchanted to stay cool when he was hot, and warm when he was cold. His room at the manor was painted in silvers, greens, and blacks. His king-sized canopy bed matched, and carved in the headboards that woke him up in the morning by roaring.

His new room was whit and blue, with a matching, twin-sized lump of a bed. The sheets were scratchy and there was only one flat pillow.

Draco could not be more thankful.

His new room was in the house of 12 Grimmauld Place, owned by non other than Harry Potter.

Draco almost felt safe in this place. Almost. Potter still hated him. Weasley still hated him. No amount of lecturing from Hermione could make them trust him. But Hermione told him that they didn't trust Snape either.

Snape. That was a surprise. After his offering to help with the task assigned by the dark lord, it was odd to think he was a double agent. He didn't blame Potter for not trusting him; he was very convincing. But he seemed genuinely happy to see Draco walk through the door.

Dumbledore had listened to him when Hermione led Draco into his office. Not sure what to expect, Draco was surprised when he agreed to help him and his family escape.

A brilliant scheme was quickly thought up. The Malfoys were called to the school under the ruse that Draco had been injured in a fight and was in the hospital wing.

They discussed Draco's wishes to escape. Narcissa glanced at Lucius once before agreeing to anything as long as Draco was safe.

Lucius was supportive, but discussed details with Dumbledore about where they would hide and how to keep them safe.

They were transported to an empty muggle home and placed a Fidelus charm in which Dumbledore was the secret keeper. He only divulged the secret to Draco, and three other trusted order members: Molly Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Daedalus Diggle (A/N: Did I get that name right?)

Draco was sent to Grimmauld Place so that there could always be an Order member to look after him.

A sudden knock at the door shook Draco from his thoughts.

The door opened to reveal Molly Weasley carrying a tray of food. "Hello, dear. How are you feeling?" She asked, setting the tray on the table next to the bed.

"I'm feeling okay, but I'm a little bored." No, not bored, just in need of a distraction from his thoughts.

"You know dear, you are allowed to come downstairs whenever you like." She said while straightening his tiny room.

Draco found it very uncomfortable to be surrounded by his once-enemies downstairs. For now, he would choose boredom.

"By the way, Dumbledore will be here tonight for the meeting, along with Severus, in case you would like to sit in." She invited him as she picked up the pile of books he had thrown on the floor when they failed to distract him.

The kind women left after he thanked her, closing the door behind her.

Draco appreciated how nicely the woman treated him after all the years is father had ridiculed her husband and her family. And Draco was sure she would have heard from Ron what an awful brat he was in school, yet she still treated him like any other kid.

Draco reached for the food and contemplated his own mother. Narcissa loved him, but was unable to show her affections due to her upbringing and Lucius watching over like a cruel hawk. She would never show this much compassion toward her own son, let alone a Weasley.

He knew he had always felt a pang of jealousy whenever he saw the Weasleys sitting together, laughing like a true family. As a child, he had always wished for a brother to play with instead of sitting alone at the manor.

He sighed and started to eating, knowing he needed to gain back the weight he had lost this past year. Ever since the Dark Lord had moved into his house, he hadn't eaten a full meal.

He briefly wondered when he started caring about how much he ate. He was still stressed and slept restlessly. Nothing had changed except for his eating habits and a new house.

'And Hermione,' he thought.

True, Hermione was a new feature in his life. He received an owl almost every day with a note from her informing him of what he was missing at Hogwarts. He always wrote her back with a short description of what she had missed at the house. Which wasn't much since he never left his room.

He wiped his mouth and pushed his tray back. He needed to start thinking of what he would say to Dumbledore.

Draco sat at the table among the Order of the Phoenix looking rather uncomfortable. He didn't know why he was being included in the meeting, but he decided to come anyway.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "You-Know-Who is planning to attack Hogwarts very soon. We need to be ready for a fight at a moment's notice. He will be very angry right now about the loss of the Malfoy family. Other Death Eaters may be considering leaving because the Malfoys are still alive. We may have more refugees to shelter, but every one to escape weakens his army.

"I don't want to evacuate the school, but it might be the only way to prevent an attack. Draco and Severus have informed me that in the school is a vanishing cabinet. Draco had just succeeded in fixing in before we took him in. I need someone to research how to destroy this cabinet."

Draco raised his hand in offering, but Dumbledore shook his head.

"You do not have access to the information you would need here. Tonks. You can do it."

Tonks merely nodded and looked back down at the table.

"You must hurry. As long as it is open, Hogwarts is vulnerable to attack and the students in danger."