A/N: Sorry for the late update everyone! It was a very hectic weekend….anyway, I know the last chapter probably wasn't too popular, so hopefully ya'll like this one a bit better. Draco is trying to clean Harry up. Yeah!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs solely to the amazingly, amazing J.K. Rowling.

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"I don't understand," Hermione admitted in frustration. Blaise smirked and slid the book over to her.

"It's completely legal what they're doing. They invoked this law back during the very first war, because files were "lost" and then Death Eaters were let free. They made the law so Death Eaters buying loyalty couldn't do it anymore." Hermione nodded slowly as she read through the section he had just went over.

"So back then…Death Eaters would pay Ministry workers to throw out their files…and they'd be set free by technicality…so…are we thinking that someone mad at the Malfoy's got rid of Narcissa's file out of spite, knowing she'd be getting sent back to Azkaban?" she concluded. Blaise smiled with a nod of his head.

"Exactly." Hermione nodded.

"Alright, so what do we have to do to defend her?" Blaise shifted a few more books and brought out a sheet of paper with scribbles all down the front, clearly hand written notes.

"Well, we can call on other people of course, and I've already sent in a bunch of paperwork, so hopefully that will delay them a few weeks. The aurors are busy this time of year, so they shouldn't be sending us court dates any time soon."

"It'll be so much easier if Draco can find Harry…" Blaise went silent as he shuffled some papers and sorted them into a pile.

"I don't suppose anyone has thought of what's going to happen if he can't?" he asked quietly. Hermione swallowed hard and looked out her kitchen window at the sun coming up over the horizon.

"I don't think anyone wants to," she admitted softly, "especially Draco…but…if he does find him…it will mean so much to even more people then he knows." Blaise smirked as he followed her gaze out to the sun.

"Hopefully he doesn't hurt himself. Draco tends to have a one track mind about these things…of course," he shrugged and shoved some of the papers into a nearby briefcase. "He could have changed."

"He hasn't spoken to you?" Hermione asked carefully. Blaise looked up at her and smirked.

"Nope…hasn't spoken to anyone really…not since…" he trailed off and cleared his throat as Ron walked into the kitchen. "Well, I should be going. I do have other cases unfortunately." Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Right. Well…I'll owl Mrs. Malfoy about what we have so far then…"

"Have fun," he said with a laugh. Hermione smiled and then jumped as their fireplace suddenly burst to life with orange flames.

"Granger!" the flames called loudly. Her eyes widened as she waddled her way over and sat on the floor, careful of her protruding stomach.

"Draco?" she asked curiously. Blaise's eyes widened as he stepped up behind her and sat down to her right. Ron frowned and took a kitchen chair so he could hear anything Malfoy said.

"Yes it's me," came his voice, "I uh…I wanted to give you an update…" Hermione's eyes widened as her hands gripped her yoga pants tightly.

"And…?"

"I…I found Potter," he said haltingly. Ron's eyes widened as Hermione looked up at him joyfully.

"Oh Draco! Where is he? Is he alright?" Blaise smiled softly as he released the breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"He's in New York City, just like my aunt thought…but he's…he's not very well right now. I don't think anyone should be to see him just yet…I'm going to bring him back though…" Hermione's brow furrowed confusedly.

"What do you mean he's not well? Draco if he needs a healer, he should come home right now," she insisted. Ron nodded once.

"Right mate. It's not like he's your friend. You don't get to decide in this."

"Well, considering I'm the one who found him…" he trailed off and Hermione could only glare at the face she saw in the fire. He didn't seem angry, but there was something in his eyes…

"Draco," she pleaded, "please…what's wrong with him?" Draco cleared his throat and she saw his eyes dart back and forth before closing with a sigh.

"I'm sorry…but I really feel it's better if you don't know just yet. Don't worry, I'll take care of him." And Draco's face disappeared.

"Draco!" Hermione yelled. A single tear rolled down her face which she wiped away angrily. "Bloody prat," she muttered as she tried to stand up.

"Come on," Ron said softly as he grabbed her elbow and helped her to her feet.

"Keeping Harry from us," Hermione whispered. She turned into Ron's arms and sobbed softly into his chest. Blaise's eyes widened as he got to his feet.

"Um…" Ron glared at him and ushered his wife away into their living room. "Draco…what are you playing at…" He looked down at the fire and sighed before grabbing his briefcase once more and disapparating.

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Draco stood from his kneeling position next to Harry's fireplace and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. This one time he actually didn't want to lie to anyone, but…he glanced down the small hall towards the open doorway where Potter was sleeping; he just didn't think Potter would appreciate anyone knowing about him like this. After realizing that he'd merely passed out, and would in fact live, Draco had levitated his body to a bed to sleep off whatever drug it was that he'd taken. Afterwards he'd banished both the needle, the drug and any other paraphernalia he could find, which had been a few other small vials full of the clear liquid and a few more sterilized needles.

"Potter," he muttered disgustedly as he walked down the hall. For any self respecting wizard to turn to muggle drugs as a way out of life was deplorable…any drug really…He glanced through the doorway and allowed himself to lean into the doorframe. Potter had recognized him, after seeing the wand of course, but he was sure that that had actually been a moment of lucidity, which he'd effectively killed with the drug he'd plunged into his arm.

Harry mumbled something incoherent before raising a hand to his face and running his hand through his unkempt hair. "Ugh…" he finally groaned before slowly sitting up and blinking a few times. Draco frowned and stood up straight.

"Awake I see," he whispered. Harry's eyes widened as he looked over at the blond in his doorway.

"Who are you?" he mumbled before glancing down at his sheets, he was still dressed in his jeans and a t-shirt from the day before. "Hmm…" He glanced back up at Draco thoughtfully before a smirk broke across his lips. "Did I pick you up last night or did you pick me up?" Draco scowled deeply and shook his head.

"Neither Potter," he grumbled, "I was talking to you last night when you stuck yourself with a needle. Absolutely brilliant by the way; your fans would be so impressed." Harry smirked and heaved his shoulders before yawning deeply and looking at the grimy window that another apartment building could barely be seen through.

"Fans?" he asked amusedly, "I had no idea I was so popular." Draco frowned as he walked into the room and up to the side of the bed.

"Enough," he said sternly, "I need you to remember. Everything. I know you obviously don't want to, for whatever reason your idiotic brain has come up with, but there are people that need you." Harry smiled softly and looked up at Draco with a cock of his head. He turned so he was facing Draco and scooted a bit closer.

"People need me?" he asked amusedly. He glanced away from Draco for a moment before smiling and looking up at him coyly. "You need me?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Would it please you if I said yes?" He glanced up at the window again, unsure of what to say, when suddenly he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist and yank him down on the bed. "Potter!" he yelled. Harry smiled as he got Draco on his back and sat himself on his hips.

"It would please me," he whispered into Draco's ear. Draco's eyes widened as his wrists were grasped tightly and held next to his head.

"Let me up," he grounded out. Harry smiled and licked the shell of Draco's ear.

"Mmm...don't think I want to," he mumbled.

Draco's eyes clenched shut as he willed his body not to react to the warmth above him, and the breath near his ear. What the hell was going on? The Chosen One wasn't gay…although the man on the street had quickly dispelled that disbelief. "Much too fun…"

"I don't understand what's happened to you," Draco whispered. Harry's eyes widened slightly as he sat back on Draco's pelvis.

"Happened?" He frowned slightly. "It's you I don't understand. I don't know any Dra-" Harry broke off as his eyes widened and he stared at nothing on the wall. Draco swallowed hard and tried to glance up at the wall too, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Potter?" he whispered unsurely. Harry clenched his eyes shut, and his hands grabbed onto his hair again as he released Draco's wrists.

"No," he mumbled. Tears filled his eyes once more and he shook his head with a loud sniffle. "No…"

"Potter," he whispered again. He trailed shaking hands down his arms as he slowly sat up beneath him. Harry let out a broken sob as he sat on the bed, letting Draco kneel in front of him. "What's wrong?"

"My head," Harry whimpered. Draco's eyes widened as he glanced around the room in fear. The last time he remembered Potter talking about headaches was when The Dark Lord was alive and well.

"Why Potter?" he whispered quietly. Harry shook his head and tried to gasp back a sob.

"Don't want to," he sobbed brokenly. Draco frowned slightly as he tried to think through the mumbles and sobs.

"Want to," he whispered, and then his eyes widened, "Remember?" Harry nodded his head once before burying his head in his knees.

"Please," he begged pitifully. Draco sighed.

"Potter. You have to remember. There are people counting on you." Harry abruptly stopped crying and then glared up at Draco.

"Counting on me?" he whispered. His hands clenched into the sheets beneath him tightly and his face broke into one of rage. "Damn them all to hell." And with a loud pop, Harry apparated.

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A/N: Oh snap. Run after him Draco! R&R my friends! 3