Kyla: Yay! I get some time to write more! I really like the end of this chapter... I dunno, I just felt kinda fluffy... Haha, anyways, I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Those and the plot are property of J.K. Rowling. Don't forget to review!


Draco of the Malfoy's No Longer
Chapter Seven
by
Kyla Mizuki

"Alright, here we are," Remus broke the silence as he parked the car and switched the ignition off. He climbed out of the car and opened the trunk of the car, reaching for Harry's things, but said boy hurried over and lightly pushed Remus's hands away.

"I can get those," Harry told the werewolf and smiled reassuringly, "so don't worry about it."

Remus laughed and shook his head. "Okay." He backed off and gave Draco a small slip of paper as Harry pulled his things from the back of the car and headed up to Grimmauld Place, which magically grew after the note Draco read over, telling him the location of the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, burnt and fell to the ground as ashes. "Are you coming, Draco?" the ex-professor asked, stopping to look back at the blond.

"Uh, yeah..." Draco answered quietly, curious about the building that had just grown before his eyes. He followed Remus and Harry to the door and went inside.

As soon as Harry was in Grimmauld Place, he was tackled with a hug by Hermione. "Harry!" she exclaimed in greeting.

Sirius's mom started screaming from her portrait, throwing loud curses at everyone, just as she always did. Harry sighed and dropped his hold on his stuff and hugged Hermione, ignoring the shrieking coming from that accursed portrait.

"Be quiet, woman!" Draco shouted over the noise as the front door closed behind himself and Remus. The Slytherin stalked over to the portrait and glared at the woman, "Shut up!"

Miss Black narrowed her eyes angrily at the boy. "This is my house! I have every right to scream! You blood traitors are in my house, and I want you out!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Remus came over and set a hand on Draco's shoulder. He said, "Come, Draco, it can't be helped. Let's go down to the kitchen."

Draco scowled at the werewolf and shrugged off his hand. Then, he turned his glare from Remus to Miss Black, who continued howling insults. The young Slytherin gave an irritated sigh and spun on his heel, following a chattering Hermione and a listening Harry down a set of stairs.

A woman with pink hair ran by up the stairs and greeted the three Hogwarts students as she passed. There were sounds of screaming from Miss Black, the silence as Draco was near the bottom of the staircase.

"It was just aweful, Harry," Hermione concluded as she opened the kitchen door. She had just told Harry what had happened when she was captured. "Malfoy saved me, then Snape, and even Blaise! I can't believe it... It seems everything has been turned upside down."

Harry's emerald eyes flitted over to Draco as the blond reached the bottom step and headed for the doorway where the two Gryffindors stood. The Boy-Who-Lived watched the Slytherin closely then returned his gaze towards Hermione while she chatted more.

Harry was greeted warmly as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. Ron, Ginny, Molly and Arthur Weasley were there sitting at the table with Blaise Zabini. Everyone shouted hi at the same time, and Molly raced over to hug Harry.

"Hey, mate!" Ron greeted smiling and made his way over to his best friends.

"Hi, Ron," Harry replied happily. Here he was, back with his two best friends, and he couldn't be happier, but... If it wasn't for Malfoy, Hermione wouldn't be here... With an internal sigh, he figured he owed Draco, but that didn't mean he had to trust the Slytherin at all. "Hello, Ginny," he smiled at the youngest Weasley child.

"Hi!" Ginny replied brightly.

"Good to see you, Harry," Arthur said and nodded his head in greeting, a smile on his face as well.

"How have you been, Harry, dear?" Molly asked sweetly, "Oh, come, come. Sit." She ushered Harry to the table, not giving him a chance to answer. He laughed but let the woman lead him to a chair, where he sat down, Hermione and Ron sitting on either side of him, while Ginny took a seat next to Blaise, who greeted Harry as well. Molly and Arthur went up at the sound of the doorbell, leaving the teenagers alone.

Blaise just happened to glance at the door and noticed a head of blond hair hiding around the corner. For a moment, he didn't know who it was but then it clicked, "Draco!" He grinned and pushed his chair back quickly. He raced over to the doorway and drug Draco into a friendly hug. "Glad you're okay, Drake. I was beginning to worry," he laughed and drug Draco towards the table.

"Blaise, you idiot, let me go," Draco demanded, trying to wriggle out of the other boy's hold, but Blaise knew that this annoyed Draco, so he didn't let him go. Everyone else in the room was looking at the odd sight, and when Draco noticed, he flushed slightly and struggled even harder. "Release me... BLAISE!"

"Why? I haven't gotten to see you in so long! I missed you!" Blaise exclaimed over dramatically. Then he chuckled at the glare Draco sent him and released the blond. "Just kidding, jeez."

Draco straightened up his shirt some then scowled at the Gryffindors seated at the table. "What are you staring at?" he snapped and turned to walk off, but Blaise kept him from going anywhere, seeing as he took hold of Draco's arm and pulled him back. "What now?" Draco asked moodily and gave Blaise a questioning glare.

"Come on, I know you're hungry," Blaise said and rolled his eyes. He pulled Draco over to the table and pushed Draco into a seat as he said, "Sit. Eat." He pointed to the foot and waited.

"I'm not hungry," Draco argued quietly.

"Humor me," Blaise said and sat down between Draco and Ginny, starting to eat again. "Stop staring like that, Gryffindors," he stated and smirked before leaning over to whisper loudly to Draco, "I think they like you! Look at the way they're looking at you!" He burst out laughing when Draco sputtered gracelessly on his pupmkin juice.

"What?!" the Gryffindors exclaimed in an outrage.

"No way, that's disgusting," Ron stated and crossed his arms over his chest.

Hermione and Ginny shuddered, and Harry scowled.

Draco, his face flushing lightly, shouted, "Blaise! Be quiet!" He smacked his fellow Slytherin upside the head.

Blaise just laughed and rubbed his head where Draco had smacked him. "Oh, come on, I thought that was funny!"

"You would," Draco sneered, feeling more relaxed with Blaise at his side. It was almost like they were back at Hogwarts.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room, and Blaise looked at the Gryffindors then at Draco and back to the Gryffindors again. "Okay, someone say something."

"Like what?" Draco asked absently, starting to slowly eat some food. He had his cheek propped on his hand, his elbow resting atop the table, his eyes lazily drifting shut.

"I don't know," Blaise sighed, "that's why I said say something. It's only logical, and it did get you to say something." he grinned and took a swig of his pumpkin juice.

"You're logic is as twisted as your perverted mind," Draco muttered, a light smirk on his face.

"Why thanks, Drake," Blaise said, batting his eyelashes.

Draco grunted but couldn't stop the small smile from slipping onto his lips. He had forgotten the Gryffindors were still there until Hermione spoke. "I've never seen Malfoy so casual.." There was a murmur of agreements from the others around her, and Draco's gray eyes snapped open.

Draco was suddenly alert. He directed a death glare at the Gryffindors and sat rigid and tense in his seat. "Don't call me Malfoy anymore, Granger. I am no longer one of the Malfoys," he stated in a cold tone.

Blaise's eyes widened, "Draco, what happened? You have to tell me, okay? Not now, if you don't want to, but later, you will" he stated, no joking or teasing in his voice, just plain seriousness.

"What are you talking about?" Ron snapped.

"If you don't understand, maybe you should clean out your ears, Weasel," Draco said, voice full of loathing. With that, he stormed out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Ginny asked dubiously.

Blaise watched Draco leave then stood and bolted after his blond friend. "Draco, wait up," he called after Draco, who slowed down and came to a stop. He didn't turn around or meet Blaise's gaze, but Blaise seemed to understand and said, "Follow me. We can go talk somewhere in private," he whispered to the blond.

The two walked silently up the stairs and into a room at the very end of the second floor hallway. Blaise shut the door behind them and led Draco over to the bed, sitting them both on the sheets. "Okay, we're alone, talk." Blaise demanded softly.

"There's nothing to talk about," Draco replied evenly but refused to look at Blaise. The blond seemed to be more interested in the dark curtains that covered the window.

"Liar," Blaise spat and crossed his arms over his chest moodily. He pouted in an attempt to get Draco talking, but if he didn't see it, it wouldn't work. Blaise sighed and wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling the blond to lay down with Blaise, who was under Draco.

Draco struggled halfheartedly and said, "Stop, Blaise."

"No," Blaise refused and whispered in Draco's ear, "tell me."

Draco gave up on getting out of his friend's grip and relaxed against the warm body he lay on top of. With a sigh, he started talking, "You know I refused to kill Granger and helped her escape, right?"

Blaise grinned slightly and buried his face in Draco's blond hair, nodding in answer to his friend's question. He tightened his grip on Draco's middle as a signal to continue talking.

"I ran until I collapsed, but Death Eaters were still after us. We could hear them. Granger hid me in some underbrush and said she'd go get help and return to help me as soon as she could. Then, she ran off, and Death Eaters kept after her, not knowing I wasn't with them... From there, I fell unconscious, and when I woke up, I was in a muggle hospital, and Potter was there... A little while after I had woken up, I got a letter from my father... and it said that... Blaise, my own father wants me dead. He hates me," he said bluntly, his voice holding only a hint of emotion. "And what's worse is that Potter knows.. He snatched the letter from me and read it, even though I tried to keep it from him."

"So that's what's wrong," Blaise murmured. "I'm sorry, Drake..." He hugged the blond tighter.

"It doesn't matter," Draco sighed, not caring when Blaise kissed him on the head then on his ear. The blond just curled up in Blaise's arms and listened to the silence that passed between the two while he let Blaise kiss his problems away. They would often do this. When Draco needed comfort, Blaise gave him what he needed and listened to anything Draco has to say. Blaise had admitted to his best friend that he had feelings for him, but the blond didn't feel the same way. Their friendship wasn't ruined, though. They were as close as they could be as friends. "Thanks, Blaise," Draco muttered as he fell asleep tucked safe under the covers and in Blaise's arms.

Blaise smiled at the blond and said, "No problem." He kissed Draco on the forehead then snuggled up to him and fell asleep after casting a locking charm on his door.


Kyla: How was it? Was the ending okay? I just really wanted to write some fluff... don't worry, this is still HarryDraco, but I just had to add that last part.. xD