A/N: Yeey, another one, it's longer because the scene is more detailed, I think it worked well so let me know what you think about, 'kay?

Enjoy, please :D

Ron was utterly pissed. Had Harry gone completely insane?

He was moving stuff from one closet to the other. Well, it was more like shoving, or throwing, but he really couldn't care less about his things right now. The ground was filled with clothes, books and quills. Some ink had fallen over a piece of parchment but he didn't even pay attention to it.

Harry was still sitting downstairs, answering a lot of questions. Everyone had been completely shocked at his request. 'I mean' Ron thought as he almost made the closet fall 'he's a Malfoy. He's scum! He's despicable!' With every insult he pushed the clothes he was holding with even more force into the drawers. The git himself had ran, of course. He was probably walking around outside somewhere or, God forbid, wandering around in the house! Ron was repulsed by the very thought.

Harry was having a very intense conversation with the rest of the Weasleys, minus Ginny who was of raging as well. Draco had left the room, knowing that he would become the main subject. He didn't think that being there would help the conversation in any way whatsoever.

So now Harry was alone, facing the people he considered his family while they were talking down on his boyfriend. They were asking him about how much Draco could be trusted and whatnot. He was really getting annoyed by their worry, as though Draco would turn around and stab him the second they were alone! It was just so frustrating; the war was over so what good would such a thing even do for him?

"Revenge." George said bitterly.
"Revenge!" Harry was close to shouting "revenge for what exactly? For saving his hide in the Chamber of Requirement? For getting rid of a mass murderer that destroyed his family? For actually liking him and talking to him the way I do to everyone else? For treating him like a human? For giving him a chance?" He had jumped upright and was on the brink of leaving the room out of frustration. He knew that Draco was right behind the wall, he could probably hear every word they said and he had had it with the insults.

Finally he calmed down. "Look" he said, calmly, while trying to find the words he needed. "I understand that you don't like him"
Mr. Weasley seemed ready to protest "it's not that we don't…"
But Harry cut him off, wanting to finish his sentence. "and I definitely understand that you wouldn't want him in your house. I get that, I really do. I imagine it's like having to live with a more dangerous version of Dudely for you guys."
He sighed. "But I just don't want you to be like this. Saying that he's out to hurt me, when you've never taken the time to get to know him. It's like, you can't believe that he suffered through the war as well, it's like you're saying he chose to be a part of it." He looked at them all and finally they were quiet. "Well he didn't."

In the next room, Draco was standing somewhat close to the door. He was restless but he also felt defeated. He was in enemy territory, sort of speak. He sighed. He just couldn't bring himself to sit down. Although, the fact that every chair seemed like it would crash if he sat on it wasn't helping him one bit. Everything about the house seemed so rundown. It got under his skin. He couldn't imagine anyone living here. Anyone except the Weasleys of course. Besides, he couldn't imagine himself living anywhere at the moment.

He sighed deeply. The room was empty. Ron was running of somewhere, probably destroying a part of the house, thinking about what spell Draco had put on Harry. The oldest members of the family were trying to reverse that spell and talk some sense into Harry(which pissed him of even more) and the girls were God-knows-where. A sound made him turn. Hermione was standing at the door. She didn't look hostile, but looks could be deceiving so he didn't let his guard down.

She looked him up and down and then she spoke. "You know, it's really difficult to think you're not dangerous if you keep looking like we'll attack."
Draco squinted and stared at her. Then sneered and straightened his back. He answered in his usual tone of voice.
"The I'd appreciate it if you lot stop looking like I'm a bomb that'll explode" he started, with Ron's brothers in mind.
"Or like I'm some dangerous animal that you have to kill before it kills you" thinking about Ron and his bloody sister.
He dropped his voice to whisper. "Or talking about me like I'm some evil guy that only wants to hurt and destroy, like I'm not human as well."

'Look at that' he thought 'I have to be pretty upset to actually talk to Granger like this'. But he didn't show his own surprise. He kept his face calm.
Hermione sighed. "How is it that you can even spill your very emotions and still look like you're insulting me?" He sneered, disgusted be the response and looked away.

His look was drawn to the door. He heard voices behind them. Muffled, angry voices. He grimaced annoyed. He didn't want to be the cause of such fights between Harry and his friends. He knew how important they were for him. Although he couldn't see what it was that he liked so much.

Finally, the door banged open. Harry walked out, incredibly pissed. He almost crashed into Draco but the boy stopped him before they collided. Hermione was sitting on a chair near the table. Harry looked from her to Draco and back. It seemed a good sign that they were in one room without any blood on the walls. He checked the walls again to make sure that it was indeed NOT the case.

His boyfriend was still holding his arm and shoulder. Finally he regained his footing and turned to the door. "They're still not trusting me." He said angrily. Hermione got up immediately to respond but Draco was faster. "You know as well as I do that it's me they don't trust." She almost squealed from surprise. Malfoy's voice had an unusual softness to it. He looked into Harry's eyes. But Harry wasn't happy with the answer. "I trust you and I say that it's alright but they don't believe it. They don't trust my judgment." He said.

Draco scoffed, insulted. With an angry tone he said "So, you don't think I'm strong enough to enchant you? Smart enough to trick you into believing that I'm the good guy? Is it that difficult to believe that I'm just THAT good?" He looked at Harry crossly. Hermione wanted to jump in, to tell him to shove it, but once again she was to slow.
"You? Strong enough to put such a spell on me?" Harry said, as though the idea was laughable. "You have got to be kidding me. Besides, what do you mean 'the good guy'? How can anyone ever think that?"
Draco looked positively insulted, but the glint in his eyes betrayed him.
Harry smiled softly, leave it to this guy to attack you as a way of comfort. Then he gently released his arms form Draco's grip, walked over to the counter and grabbed something to drink. Now that he had calmed down he could think again. Draco was right. He knew that they didn't trust Draco, that was exactly what pissed him off so much.

At this point Hermione was just sitting perplexed on her chair. She had expected them to start fighting or that they'd pull out their wands or something. However, Harry was just drinking some water and Draco was staring out the window, as though they couldn't even see each other. She was sitting in the silence, wondering what she was supposed to do, trying to figure out what was going on. Being Hermione, she'd figure it out soon enough but not now. Not yet.