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"Hey Draco," Goyle said looking up when Harry and I waked in.
Goyle and Hermione were resting on the Slytherin couch. Most people would have thought most Slytherin's would freak out when other people came into our Common Room, but we were happy to have people there.
"I'm sorry," I said sitting next to Goyle.
"I know," Goyle said nodding.
"Something happened," I said looking away from him, "And I freaked out."
"I know," he said calmly.
"You hate me," I said sadly.
"No," he said shaking his head, "Just worried. Draco, I've watched you waste away for years and I've never been able to do anything about it."
"I'm helping him now," Harry said resting a hand on my shoulder.
"Good," Goyle said smirking.
"Do you feel better now Draco?" Hermione asked softly.
"Yeah," I said shrugging, "I guess."
"I know what will make you feel better," Goyle said standing up, "Come on you guys."
I looked at Goyle and wondered what he had in mind. Shrugging my shoulders again I followed him as he walked out the Common Room with Hermione and Harry. Goyle knew me well enough to know how to make me feel better.
As we walked Harry bumped his hand into mine. I don't know why I decided to do this, but I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. Harry looked me in the eyes before giving my hand a squeeze and moving closer to me.
I don't know what was happening between Harry and I, but I knew that I was loving every moment of it. When I had developed such a crush on this man was another mystery to me.
I remembered what I was thinking before though. For my whole life I had some sort of plan that I followed. My plans needed to be thrown out the window so I could live life.
"What's this?" Ron said walking up to us, "What are you guys doing with these losers?"
"Just go away Ronald," Hermione said glaring, "There are friends, unlike you."
"How could you be friends with these people?" he asked angrily.
"It's better than being friends with a selfish prick like you," Harry said pulling me closer to him, "I know you just wanted me for my money and that's fine, whatever, but don't talk about them like you know them."
"They're all the same Harry," he said moving towards me, "They don't care about you."
"Leave," Harry said his voice dangerously low, "Just leave."
"Fine," he said shrugging, "Just tell me when I can say I told you so."
"You won't," I said speaking softly, "I don't want his money and I don't care about his fame. I only care about Harry. Nothing else matters."
"Getting soft," Ron said laughing, "What would your father say?"
When Ron said that I felt my heart drop. I had no clue what my father would say about me saying that. I wanted to know my real father. I took a deep breath and shook my head slowly.
"Back off Ron," Harry said angrily, "Come on. Goyle keep leading the way to wherever you were taking us."
Goyle nodded his head and pushed Ron out of our way. Harry wrapped an arm around my waist and followed Goyle and Hermione. Now I had so many things that I had to learn about my real father.
"Draco," Goyle said firmly, "I know what you're thinking. Stop it. Lucius took care of you all your life. He is your father."
"Greg is right," Hermione said as we stopped in the seventh floor corridor, "Lucius took really good care of you. Maybe you need to remember that. He might not be your real father, but he is the one that takes care of you."
"I know," I said watching as the door to the Room of Requirements opened.
Looking around the room I saw that there was a few different musical instruments and some chairs. I smiled softly and walked over to the piano and sat down. Music was always helped me calm down.
Mom had taught me how to play piano and then I taught myself guitar. I loved the sounds of music and how calm and surreal the whole thing was. I started to play the piano without even thinking.
The song that I started to play was one that Mom used to sing to me when I was a child. The soft lullaby was the only thing that could get me to sleep for the longest time. The song was close to me because of that.
My lips started to move to the words as I played the piano. I forget everything else that had happened. All the mattered were the images of Mom and Lucius laughing and taking care of me.
Hermione and Goyle were right. Lucius had taken care of me as if he was my father. It must have hurt him when I ran from him when he told me the truth. I was so stupid to do that to him.
"We need a plan," I said turning to everyone, "Dumbledore screwed our lives up and we need to get it back the way it is supposed to be."
"Wait," Goyle said holding his hands up, "Dumbledore is behind this?"
"Yeah," Harry said shaking his head, "We're going to need a lot of help."
"I can ask Lucius," I said taking a deep breath, "But I might need some more time before talking to him."
"Okay," Hermione said nodding.
"So, Hermione," Goyle said turning to her, "Would you like to go get something to eat?"
"Sure," she said smiling, "I'd love that."
"See you later Draco," he said waving as they left.
Harry and I looked at each other before laughing. Goyle and Hermione were going out on a date basically. I smiled softly once more before patting the seat next to me on the piano bench. Things were going a lot better now that Harry and Hermione knew about everything.
