Last Chapter: Draco turned back and let out a long deep sigh before answering. "I can't exactly go back in there." He pointed to the house behind Hermione.

She turned to see what he was referring to and then faced Draco with a smile. "You can when everybody goes to sleep."

"That's a long time from now." Draco said with a smile.

"Then that gives us plenty of time to start teaching you some new manners."

"Us?" Draco asked, watching as Hermione looking down at the ground before taking a seat in the grass, her legs crossed.

"Who else did you think was going to teach you? The chickens?" Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione. "Come on, sit." She said patting the grass next to her with her palm. Draco exhaled a deep breath before slowly approaching and sitting down next to Hermione with his legs pressed up against his chest.

Neither of them noticed all the pairs of eyes watching them from the kitchen, all curious on how the brunette was always able to change the blonde's mind.


"Well, is the bastard finally gone?"

"I don't know Ron, are you?" Hermione snapped, not even bothering to look at Ron. She had just gotten settled at the breakfast table and was getting ready to eat her first spoonful of oatmeal, when he came walking down the stairs. He didn't even say hello before asking the question that was on his mind.

He was caught off guard by Hermione's response and took a few seconds to retort back. "You know very well I'm not talking about myself, Hermione." Ron said back.

"Really?" Hermione asked, looking at Ron with mock confusion for only a few seconds, then turning back to her breakfast. "You're the only bastard I see here so excuse me for not knowing you were talking about yourself."

Ron's face turned a beat red from anger and embarrassment as he turned to Harry for help. Harry, who was the first to wake out of the trio, just lowered his head when he saw Ron look at him and continued to eat his cereal in silence. Even though Harry didn't want Draco to be in the house anymore then Ron did, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Ron could be intelligent when he wanted to, but sometimes he lacked any common sense, and common sense (along with experience) should have told him not to mess with Hermione in the morning. She wasn't a morning person.

"Just answer me, Hermione." Ron said, walking around the table and getting himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge. "Is Malfoy here or not?"

"Of course he's here." Hermione said, continuing to eat her oatmeal and still not looking at Ron. "Why would he not be?"

"Because he wanted to leave last night." Ron finally took a seat across from Hermione as Fred and George entered the room, still dressed in their pajamas.

"Well he didn't." Hermione looked up at Ron and glared at him. Ron shook his head and muttered something under his breath, something Hermione didn't catch. "What did you say?" Hermione asked louder then she intended. As the argument continued on between the two best friends, nobody noticed Draco descending the stairs, already dressed in the same, clean clothes he had been wearing since he arrived. He froze on the third step to the bottom when he realized that they were arguing about him again.

"I said that if you hadn't gone out there to stop him from leaving, he would have left and he would be out of our lives! We wouldn't have to worry about Malfoy." Ron slammed his glass done as he finished, obviously still frustrated over the fact that a Malfoy was in his home.

"And then he would have gone back to his family, right back into Voldemorts grasps."

"So?"

"So they think he's dead!" Hermione voice rose an octave with the frustration and she slammed her spoon down on the table. "If he would have gone back, they would have known he was in cahoots with Dumbledore. They would have killed him Ron!"

"Do you think I care about bloody Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked seriously.

"I know you don't. That much is obvious." Hermione shook her head at Ron. "But are you honestly going to sit here and tell me that you would have been okay with knowing that he was walking to his death? Your conscious would have been able to handle the fact that somebody was dead all because you couldn't deal with him being on our side and hiding out here?"

Ron shook his head and sipped down what he had left of his orange juice before standing up and storming out of the room, his face almost as red as his hair in anger. Draco, who finally decided it was safe to come into the room, took the last remaining steps and took a seat next to Hermione. She gave him a warm smile nodded back before reaching across the table and grabbing a bowl, some cereal, and some milk. As he made himself some breakfast, he could feel all eyes, except for Hermione's, on him and it made him rather nervous and uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to glue their eyelids together, but that wouldn't have gone over well with The Order.

Draco finally looked up and gave Harry, Fred, and George a look that plainly told them he knew they were watching him, and they quickly turned their eyes back to what they were doing previously.

"So Harry?" Fred asked, causing Harry to look up from his cereal. "When you going back to those muggles?"

Harry rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "Moody and Lupin are coming around noon to take me back… unfortunately."

"You're going back?" Everybody turned their heads to see Ginny come walking down the stairs. She quickly took a seat next to Harry and looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah." Harry said with no excitement in his voice. "Dumbledore's wishes. I'll be back come my birthday, though."

"That's still a long time to have to spend with those muggles." George said, speaking for the first time.

"You're telling me." Harry said sighing yet again. "They're awful, especially Dudley." Harry suddenly let out a little laugh, then turned and looked right at Draco. "I always used to compare Dudley to Mal-." Harry stopped short, obviously noticing that what he was about to say might not be the best thing to say. He quickly cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from Draco, but Draco had caught it, and a small smirk had crossed his lips. He didn't care that was Harry just said would be considered an insult, because to him, it was a compliment. He had spent his first five years at Hogwarts trying to make everything a living hell for Harry, and if Harry compared him to who he considered the worst bunch of people (besides the Deatheaters), then he had succeeded. "It'll be over before I know it and then I'll never had to see them again."

Everybody nodded in agreement and continued to eat their breakfast in silence. Once everybody had finished, Draco noticed the Fred and George had both exchanged looks, said something to each other that he couldn't make out, and then turned back to Harry. "So Harry, you still have a couple hours until you're going back, right?"

"Yeah…." Harry said with a small smile, confusion painted on his face.

"How about a game of Quidditch before your sent packing?"

Harry laughed, liking the idea. "Sounds great." He said standing up.

"Wicked." Both Fred and George said, standing up at the same time. "There's seven of us so somebody will have to sit out. We can play three a side. A keeper, seeker, and a chaser should work."

"Where you getting seven from?" Ginny asked.

George turned to Fred and Fred nodded back, understanding their non-verbal conversation. "I'll get him." He said before running out of the room and in towards the living room.

"Fred will get Ron, so that's one. Then it'll be me, Fred, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Malfoy." Draco shot up at the mention of his name. He was shocked at the fact that they would consider letting him play and didn't know what say back. He wanted to argue, to say he would be the one to sit out, but his words seemed to be caught in the back of the throat.

Just as Draco was about to say he would rather not play, Hermione spoke. "I'll sit out. I'm an awful flyer."

As Draco was about to protest for the second time, Fred came walking in the room, dragging Ron by his collar. "Let me go!" He yelled, trying to get free.

"Relax little Ronnikins." Fred said, finally releasing his brother. Draco had to hide his laugh. "We need you to play keeper for one of the teams." Ron sighed by gave up on trying to get away. He could never pass up a good game of Quidditch. "Alright, we'll go get the stuff and then head out to the field." Fred and George led the group out of the kitchen. Hermione stood to follow, but saw that Draco hadn't yet got out from his seat.

She smiled at him lightly. "Aren't you going to play?" Draco just looked back at her, not knowing what to say. "Come on, there's no way to show them that your trying to change like a friendly game of Quidditch."

Draco laughed. "Quidditch is far from friendly." He said, finally standing up. "But I guess I'll attempt it." Hermione smiled at Draco and then walked out of the house with Draco on her tail, to go and catch up with the group.

They all met up at the field and Fred and George quickly tossed the brooms out to everybody. Draco caught his with cat like reflexes, getting a grin from George. "You ready for this Malfoy?" He asked, getting a nod from Draco. "Good. You played seeker before, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. You can play seeker on our team then." George turned to the group and pointed at Ginny, Harry, and Ron. "The three of you can be a team and we'll be a team as well." George suddenly turned to Hermione. "You can be the referee. Even though you're bloody awful at Quidditch, I'm sure you know the rules anyway. You could probably ref the world cup if you wanted to." Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway, giving the group a nod.

Everybody quickly mounted their broom and took a side as Hermione released the snitch into the air and then held the quaffle, ready to throw it into the air to begin the game. Fred took keeper on their team, as Ron took it on the opposite team, leaving George and Ginny to face each other for the quaffle as Draco and Harry squared up above everybody else, ready to start the search for the snitch.

Harry grinned at Draco. "Just like the old times, huh Malfoy?" Harry asked with a little laugh.

"Yeah." Draco said smirking back. "Better watch out for those enchanted bludgers this time around, alright Scarhead?" Draco's smirk grew as Harry's grin fell, and then they both glared at each other. Draco hadn't meant his comment to come out so mean, especially when he was trying to be nice, but Quidditch wasn't a nice sport. If you wanted to win, you had to play dirty.

"You're one to talk." Harry said back suddenly. "Did you forget that you were the one who was knocked off of your broom because of that bludger, or did you just land on your bottom so hard that it messed up your memory?"

Draco smirked back. 'So Potter has some comebacks now, does he?' Draco asked himself. He was about to respond, but stopped once he heard Hermione yell and watched at the quaffle was released and the game began.

He quickly flew away from Harry as Harry tore in the opposite direction. He circled the field quickly keeping an eye out for the snitch while still keeping his eyes on the game. Within a few minutes, Ginny had successfully taken the quaffle straight from George's hands and had scored numerous times. It was no wonder that the Weasley twins played beaters. They were terrible at everything else.

Just as Draco was about to give George some advice, George grabbed the quaffle from Ginny and headed straight at Ron. Fred, who saw an opportunity arising, quickly left the goal post and headed towards George, yelling at him to let him know he was there. They quickly passed it inbetween each other, successfully keeping it away from Ginny and scoring a goal. Draco smirked triumphantly as Ron started yelling that they cheated and Hermione just laughed.

The battle raged between keepers and chasers for what felt like hours as the hot sun beat down on them. Just as George scored another goal to tie it up with Ginny, Draco saw Harry going in for a nose dive and in front of him, a sparkle of gold. Draco tore after it as well, reaching Harry just as he was about to wrap his hands around the snitch. Draco's Quidditch instinct kicked in and he quickly rammed himself into the side of Harry, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall off his broom. Harry tore sideways and Draco smirked as he stared at the snitch. His hand was open and only a few inches away from grasping it, and Harry was nowhere in sight.

Draco smiled, knowing that he was about to catch the snitch and win for his team, when suddenly, something came up from under him and grabbed the snitch just as Draco was seconds from having it. Draco cursed under his breath as Harry flew around the field with the snitch in his hand. He had never won against Harry, and he was so close to finally being the victor, but Harry was there to take it away from him.

Everybody landed, Harry getting claps on the back from his team and even Fred and George. "Bloody brilliant." George said. "You could play professional." Harry blushed red. Draco couldn't help but realize that everybody had been right. Harry was a brilliant Quidditch player, and Draco hadn't realized it until now. He was always so busy thinking about himself that he never really realized how good Harry actually was.

Draco watched the group from behind, only turning his head when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Hermione smiling at him. "You played great."

"Thanks." Draco said quietly. "But I lost."

"Plenty of people have lost to Harry." Hermione said with a laugh. "I'm sure you'll beat him one of these days."

Draco turned back to watch the group as they started packing up the Quidditch supplies. "No." Draco said shaking his head lightly. "He's better than me." Draco turned and gave Hermione a small smile before walking over towards Harry, about to do the one thing he never thought he would even do in his entire life. "Hey Potter." He called, standing next to George as Harry looked up from his conversation he was having with Ginny.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, approaching Draco with his arms crossed against his chest. Harry looked ready to defend himself, obviously thinking that Draco was about to insult him in some way. Draco was a Slytherin after all, and they were the sorest losers out there.

"Nice game." Draco slowly extended his hand out, waiting for Harry to shake it.

Harry slowly uncrossed his hands and then shook Draco's, staring at him with shock, not believing that Draco Malfoy was congratulating him even though he beat him. "Uh… thanks Malfoy." Draco just nodded his head as they shook hands. Nobody saw Hermione's huge smile that was on her face as she watched. And nobody saw Ron glaring at Draco as he tossed his broom on the ground and angrily marched back into the house.


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