I do not own! If I did, things would go so differently and people most likely wouldn't be as psychotic about it~

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Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Draco's school boy enemy, had been missing for three days. Well, two and a half days, but Draco counted that as three. He was getting worried. Despite common belief, Harry and Draco only acted like sworn enemies. Sure, they started out like that, but that all changed the night Harry found him in the bathroom. Throughout his childhood, Draco had assumed Harry was a spoiled brat, doted upon by his Muggle aunt and uncle. He was sincerely wrong- Harry proved it by showing his body (without its glamour). Draco did not think there was an inch of skin not covered in pale while scars. The word 'FREAK' harshly standing out from Harry's Quiddich-toned chest scared Draco the most. So much so, in fact, that Draco even owled his parents about the night and begged them to tell him what he should do as well as asking that they not tell anyone. Harry had forced him to swear (on his magic no less) that he not tell a soul. The only reason why he owled his parents was because Harry allowed him too. Thank the gods too, since Draco didn't know what would happen if the Dark Lord found out.

The floo burned brightly as Draco thought on his bed. Lifting his head, Draco instantly fell out of bed before getting up to kneel down in front of the Dark Lord, an apology on his lips.

"Don't apologize. I don't have the time. I have a task for you to accomplish. Do it correctly and you will not have to stay here in this pathetic excuse of a school any longer." The Dark Lord ordered Draco.

"What do you wish of me, my Lord," Draco supplied.

"I want you to gather all those loyal to Harry Potter and not to Dumbledore. Bring them first to Malfoy Manor and you will be given more directions there." Draco heard the sneer in the Dark Lord's voice when he spoke of Dumbledore, but otherwise Draco heard no ill-will towards Harry. Nodding his head in supplication, Draco began making a mental list of who he wanted to gather.

"I will, my Lord." Draco answered his master. He heard the floo flare up and lifted his head only when he was sure the Dark Lord was gone. Draco knew he needed to invite the Weasley twins. While everyone knew the Weasleys were on Dumbledore's side, the twins made it known the only reason why there were on that side to begin with was because of the Boy-Wonder. Since Harry was now with the Dark Lord, Draco knew the twins would willingly go with him.

Draco also knew that Luna Lovegood would go with him. After all, everyone knew Harry was the only one who didn't think she was Loony. Draco wouldn't be surprised if the two thought of each other as siblings. He assumed Neville Longbottom would go with her because (from what Draco saw) Neville was always around Luna, Harry, or in the greenhouse. Neville was also a die-hard loyal fanatic of Harry's. Draco was not positive, but he believed Neville would even jump into a pit of red hot lava if that meant Harry would survive.

Draco didn't think Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley would go, however. Ron had always been Dumbledore's 'pet', doing this and that in the pretense he would become favored too. It didn't help that Dumbledore sent money to the Weasley clan to pay off their escapades and training rituals. Since the Granger girl was supposedly dating the Weasel, Draco believed she was not to be trusted.

Deciding he had a worthy list, Draco shifted and rolled off his comfortable bed and briskly walked to door and tugged it open. Draco was sure the Twins would be in the Great Hall, most likely causing trouble for unsuspecting victims with their latest work.

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The Weasley twins, despite being the jokers of the school, were actually a very serious pair. They also had a secret- one that only the two would ever know of. They didn't mean to find it out, just trying to cheer up a friend whom seemed sad. The bruises, the scars- the site of it made them both want to hurl. They swore that anything they could do they would do in order to get revenge on their beloved Harry. They didn't love him in the sense of wanting to fuck his brains out- that was reserved for a certain blonde they knew- but rather like a little brother they loved more so than their actual little brother. They knew Charlie and Bill thought the same too.

Turning their heads, the twins had just enough time to hear the scream of outrage from the latest pranked person before they streamed out of the Great Hall, laughing like lunatics that would make even Bellatrix Lestrange wistful in wanting. They paused a few halls later, still laughing breathlessly, in a little cubical hidden by a tapestry when said blonde from their earlier reminiscing came walking down the hall, a slight frown covering his brow in thought.

Believing it too be good to be true, both twins gazed in awe as the small blonde got closer and closer to their hiding spot. He really was a work of art, blonde hair no longer in the confining holds of that abhorred hair gel (really, who told him it looked good?), his sliver eyes deep in thought and despite their owner's best wishes, showed everything the person was feeling. Even his alabaster skin was flawless but for the small scar near his right eye, most likely from when he was a small child. Tall body though not as tall as their own, small waist, really, what wasn't to like? The twins unconsciously licked their lips in thoughts of their own. Acting without much thought as Draco Malfoy silently passed their hidey hole, both twins shot out their arms and captured the delectable blonde, who was too shocked to make much noise.

"Look what we caught, George," Fred teased as he looked at his look-a-like.

"It seems we caught something of infinite value, Fred," George agreed with a smirk plastered onto his lips.

"Really, could you not talk about me as if I'm an object?" Draco drawled, his frown turning into one of irritation instead of thought.

"Oh, but you…" George started.

"Are such a lovely thing, we just have to…" Fred continued.

"Do something to make you talk to us," They both finished together.

Draco glowered, but decided to change the subject. "I have something to ask the two of you." He loftily informed them.

"Anything," they both said.

"I am to believe that you two are loyal to Harry and not to Dumbledore, correct?" Draco paused for effect, knowing he wouldn't get a verbal answer as their faces showed all. "I was ordered to find all those loyal to Harry and offer them residence where Harry has been staying for the last three days." Draco pointedly looked into their faces.

"You mean we don't have to stay here any longer?" Fred asked, hopeful.

"That is a blessing. It was getting boring here," George informed.

"Good. We are to leave tonight." Draco nodded to them both and tried to shimmy out of their arms, which were still wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Oh, no you don't," They both said together. "Why do you think we grabbed you in the first place?" George finished for them while Fred nodded.

"To play a prank on me?" Draco asked, not knowing where this was going. He really needed them to let go; the last thing he needed was for them to find out just how hopeful he was about what they were suggesting.

"No, silly," Fred teased as he leaned his head close.

Behind Draco, George blew a light breath on his neck. The hair stood on end as Draco's eyes widened slightly.

"Wha- what then?" Draco mumbled, too freaked about the sudden change of mood to worry all that much that he- a Malfoy- had stuttered.

Fred looked up to George, and nodded in consent. "We were wondering what a delectable morsel such as yourself was doing, wandering down this hall?" George spoke, his breath blowing across Draco's neck with every word.

Draco's eyes widened further. 'Delectable morsel?' he thought.

"I…I was looking for you," Draco admitted, blushing slightly at the implication that made.

"Oh, were you?" Fred asked with a slight shocked tone at the admission. He looked into the smirking face behind Draco and cocked an eyebrow.

"Why were you doing that, darling?" George questioned, laying his chin on top of Draco's head.

Draco blushed and didn't say anything. They were just teasing him; there was no need to get embarrassed about it. He started struggling again, wishing he was under a rock so that he wouldn't have to live through this shame any more. Really, they were of the Weasley clan- they wouldn't like him of all people!

Both twins sighed as Draco struggled, but, in the end, freed him. They could give their love when they reached the safe haven Harry was staying at.

Draco righted his clothes, nodded to the two of them, and tried to get away from his shame fast enough so they wouldn't know but not as fast as to think he was running away. He was a Malfoy, dammit! They never ran away.

Pausing at the end of the hall, Draco called back to the twins still eyeing him. "Inform Longbottom and Lovegood, will you?" Not waiting for a reply, he turned the corner and disappeared from view. They sighed again in wistfulness before turning towards the greenhouse. Assuming Luna was with him, they would be killing two stones with one bird. Or was it two birds with one stone. Shrugging, they gave it up, passing it off as something those strange Muggles said all the time.

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"I'm not sure what you mean, Luna? I am sure I clean my ears every day!" Neville shouted, exasperated and confused at what Luna was saying to him.

"I'm simply saying you are not cleaning them well enough; well, that is what the Auris increbresco (1) says anyways," Luna informed him airily.

"The what? Do I even want to know?" Neville muttered, more to himself than to her, but she heard him anyways.

"Auris increbresco. It is a creature that likes to eat earwax. They hang around the ear and stick their noses into your ear when you haven't cleaned it well enough," She told him, her tone suggesting he should have known this already.

Neville just rolled his eyes as he continued to take care of the poisonous plants Professor Snape had wanted for some potion or another. Really, Neville did not understand why the Professor continuously thought the cliché "practice makes perfect" related to him when it came to Potions. Neville would much rather be in the greenhouse anyways. The sun was the greatest healer he could think of, and always made him feel happy. He wouldn't be all that surprised if Luna suddenly told him he was part plant. He chuckled to himself at that.

Behind him, Neville heard the greenhouse door open. Assuming it was Professor Sprout, Neville didn't even look up as he patted the dirt into place around the stalk. Neville never understood why people believed that if a plant was poisonous, they couldn't even touch it. Neville snorted quietly. The only things that did that were Poison Ivy and Poison Oak, both of which were not really "poisonous" per se, more so that they created an acid-like film that caused an irritation when a person touched it. In all senses of the word, everyone was technically allergic to it, not poisoned from it.

"Looks like we were right, Fred," George called out to his twin, who was standing slightly out of the door as if they were afraid he wouldn't be here. Really, where else would he be?

Lifting his head, Neville beckoned both boys into the large greenhouse. They did so, first opening the door wider to admit both their bodies, then closing it shut so the heat inside wouldn't escape to the cooler air outside. Luna turned to look at both boys, her body swiveling to do so.

"Run into him, did we?" she asked them.

Both smirked. "You have no idea," they answered as they cleared their throats. Neville and Luna looked pointedly at them, but let it slide for now as they looked like they had something to tell them.

"Pack your bags," George said.

Fred nodded, "We are leaving tonight," He finished.

"Harry?" Neville whispered, worried.

Both twins nodded while smiling. "He is safe, we swear. We are to find all those loyal to him and not to Dumbledore and bring them," Both stated.

George grimaced. "Well, we are to bring them to Malfoy, who is to bring us all to Harry," he amended.

Neville shook his head at them. Really, how could they not think he already knew of their infatuation with the blonde boy? Anyone wise enough to actually look at the two would see the clear devotion shinning on the two's faces like the beacon of a lighthouse to a ship at night.

Waving them off as the two left, Luna sighed and stretched. "Better get to it then," she murmured to herself and whatever else she seemed to see around the place. Sure, Neville was okay with her saying all sorts of things, but that didn't mean he understood it all. Giving her a slight wave, Neville turned to wash his hands of dirt and grime, making a mental packing list of the things he and Harry will need while they were gone. He doubted they would be back.

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Harry sighed as he stared at the sun shining through the window, wondering about the predicament he was in. After Voldemort left, Harry was stuck in this massive room turned prison. Why did it have to be the bedroom of all places? Sure the bed was comfortable, there was lots of books to read, and a chair near the fire to read at, but that didn't mean he was going to sleep in said bed, read said books, or sit on the ungodly large chairs when he was trapped inside a room that could have all sorts of tricks, traps, and spells that could maim or kill him. The last thing he needed was to have some spell cutting off a limb and him dying of blood loss on the rug. Granted, Harry would rather be here than in that loony's office. Dumbledore had betrayed him one too many times for him to feel comfortable in those offensively colored rooms.

Harry sighed again as he turned his head to look at the bed. It looked so warm and soft. Voldemort hadn't yet been back into the rooms today, maybe he could take a short nap? Glancing at the door again as he had a mental battle with himself, Harry chewed his lip and shrugged his slight shoulders, realizing it was pretty futile to argue with himself when he knew he was tired and wouldn't have been able to sleep well in an upright chair (despite the size, it was still a chair). Harry slowly got up, as if the walls would attack him, and nearly ran to the bed. With a tiny jump, Harry landed right smack dab in the middle; he quickly crawled up to the head, gathered the heavy comforter, and pulled it around himself, breathing deep as he smelt the masculine scent surround him. Before he knew it, Harry was slipping into sleep with a slight smile on his face.

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Voldemort opened his door very quietly after calling Harry's name twice. Assuming the worst, Voldemort's gaze ran around the room in search of thy Boy-Who-Lived. He paused in mid-breath at what he saw. Harry, sleeping contently, in his bed. It had to be the most amazing sight he had ever seen. Shutting the door as softly as he had opened it, Voldemort carefully strode into his bedroom to the edge of the bed and sat down, careful not to jostle the bed too much in fear of Harry waking and getting into a panic. Was it really any wonder why Voldemort never actually had the heart to kill him? Sure, he had destroyed all his plans since he was a first year at Hogwarts, and sure, he never, never actually died, and yes, he hated Voldemort's guts, but really? Is that really a reason?

Staring down at the angelic face, Voldemort had the urge to gather him up and keep him safe from all harm. He wanted to caress the black locks, gaze into the emerald eyes, and kiss those awfully rosy lips. He felt himself harden at the thought. Oh, what was wrong with him? He had killed Harry's parents! He had tried to kill him! Why would he ever want to fall in love with the man who cursed his life, in more ways than one? Pained by the thoughts plaguing him, Voldemort shifted to stand and, glancing once more in longing, left the chamber. Maybe Severus was done with his potion? Voldemort hoped so; he was tired of being the Dark Lord Voldemort. He hoped it wasn't too late to turn back into the Tom people actually liked.

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Hours passed and soon it was Dinner in the Great Hall. Few people noticed the Weasley twins, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Draco Malfoy missing. They were already headed to the gates of Hogwarts, where there was an adult waiting for them (they were not of age, to be sure). Their plan was pretty simple actually. Pack, leave via apperating, and never return. Draco was shocked when the crazy headmaster did not see it. He was currently searching the halls along with some other teachers, names unknown. Draco smirked as the twins made a comment about the Lemon Drops loving Professor. Really, how easy could this be?

Pretty easy, he thought as he entered Malfoy Manor. After his parents picked them up from the nearest apperation point near the castle, Draco and his somewhat new friends made their way to the sitting room, where they would be able to floo to the new place. The twins looked excited, Luna looked… well, like Luna does, Neville was looking around at the place in awe, and Draco was (of course) already heading towards the floo.

"When you are ready, the password is 'college ruled' (I know, I know; they would have NO idea what that is. I wanted to put it in there in honor of all the people who write in those journals for their lovely fics like I do XD)." Mrs. Malfoy bent to kiss her son lightly on the forehead, Mr. Malfoy patted him lightly on the shoulder, and they were off.

"Can't wait…" George said behind him as he grabbed a handful of floo powder.

"For this adventure!" Fred finished once he stepped into the floo.

Shaking his head in slight wonder over that comment, Draco shouted, "College ruled!" before he was whisked away by bright green flames.

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So… How was it? I know, it is sincerely late, but, really! You can't keep being angry at me! Just think of this as an early holiday present- maybe something for the New Year? Please?

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