A/N: Hey, I just wanted to thank everyone that reviewed, it means a lot to me, so much more than you could every know. Just in case you haven't notices yet, I have serious comfort issues, so all of the reviews are appreciated. Thank you:

Purple-tear: I'm glad that you like Melova, and thanks for the comment on the PoV's.

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BlueDove: I wouldn't go so far as to call you my muse, but you are my inspiration. Thank you so much! I'm glad that you will reread the story to jog your memory a little bit.

Thank you to everybody who reviewed once more..

Now, on with the show....

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It had been two weeks since Melova was "expelled" and that's when Malfoy decided to betray his family. He had decided to help Melova because, believe it or not, he loved her. He loved her like the little sister that he never had, or never met, or whatever.

To him, it felt good when she would wake him up in the middle of the night because she had had a nightmare. As evil as that sounds, he loved to comfort her. She was like a pet, I guess. A pet he could talk to, or at least have conversations with. He didn't want her future to be as it was planned for her.

Even though it had been foretold, he wouldn't let it happen, not while he was alive anyway.

When Malfoy went to sleep that night, he decided that the next day during potions, he would grab Potter right after class and tell him everything. But, of course because he is the valiant noble Harry Potter, he would probably try and save her himself. He wouldn't let that happen either, he was going to save Melova, whether it risked his life or not.

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A/N: YEY! Draco's a good guy, Draco's a good guy!!! Oh, that makes me so happy. Anyway, let's continue..

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Harry woke up to a loud beeping sound.

"What the hell? I don't have an alarm clock," he mumbled to himself as he twisted under his covers. "Whatever that is, it's going to pay." He sat up and looked over at Ron's bed, empty. Neville's, empty. Seamus, Dean? Both empty. Then what in the hell was making that noise?

He stood and looked outside the window. There...

Right under his window was Pigwidgeon with a letter. He always did sound like an alarm clock.

Harry opened the window and the little gray ball of feathers stumbled into the room. The letter that he was carrying was at least three times his size, then again, what wasn't?

"Sorry Pig, Ron isn't here," he said. The owl wasn't taking ay notice to Harry. Just the jelly-beans on his night-stand. Harry let him eat them and looked outside the window again. Hedwig, his beloved snow-owl, hadn't brought him a letter in over four days. Not that he was expecting any letters, I mean, who would they have come from. But Harry was expecting at least one letter from Melova or someone. Maybe the Ministry of Magic telling him, I don't know, something to conform his fears.

He walked to his bureau and took out his school robes along with his day clothes, for afterwards. He got dressed and headed down to the common room. Nobody was there so he decided to head towards the Great Hall. Little did he know, that that was the last time he would ever see the Gryffindor common room..

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Today was a normal day in the Malfoy mansion. Melova got up, put on her clothes, which were now ragged and torn, and went down to the kitchens to help the house elves prepare breakfast.

Melova didn't have a problem with this. She had always done chores in the orphanage, so, why should it be any different here. She continued her lessons. They were now more complicated and contained dark magic, which she knew she wouldn't have been studying for weeks, but, the truth is, she enjoyed it, so she went along, not knowing the plan that was about to take place.

She went down to the dining room and started setting up the places to eat, only being two since there was only Narcissa, and the guest that was supposed to arrive any moment. That's when the doorbell rang. She went to answer it, and soon she was standing in front of a tall, dark man. He looked familiar to her. She offered him to come inside, and he stepped forward.

"Hello, you must be the housekeeper. If not then why are you out of school," he said to her, he was smiling, a sort of evil grin.

"No sir, I am Narcissa's cousin. I'm just continuing my lessons here. Something very bad happened at my school," she said, bowing and not taking her eyes off of the floor.

He lofted her chin and looked at her. "You're too pretty to be a housekeeper anyway," he grinned. She blushed, nobody had given a comment to her like that in a long time. The last time being at the ball with Neville. Tears started to well up in her eyes, and she quickly looked away from the strange man.

"Mrs. Malfoy will we waiting for you in there," she said, pointing towards the door to the dining hall. She turned around and walked to the stairs, heading towards her room, which used to be Draco's. When she turned to look back at the man, he was already gone.

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Malfoy couldn't take it anymore. If the stupid lesson wasn't over soon, then he was going to shoot Snape and tell the whole class what was going on.

"Come on Draco, patience is a virtue," he said to himself. He caught a few unwanted glances form his classmates, but they were quickly returned to Snape, who was now facing the chalkboard, writing the ingredients to a potion to cure hives and other rashes. "Why in the hell do we need to know this tuff anyway," he kept thinking over and over in his head until Snape looked at his watch.

"Class is over, but I am assigning two feet of parchment of the effects of the Politimy Potion, do next class," Snape said, turning around. Everybody wrote down the ingredients and assignment quickly and started packing up. Draco was already done packing and out the door before Potter could write down the assignment.

"Good, now I can catch him and make it look real," he thought as we walked out the door and stood next to a statue facing the class. As soon as Potter walked out, he grabbed him and pulled him over to the side, his two little annoying followers doing there job, following. "Potter, I need to talk to you."

"Let go of him Malfoy, do it now," Weasley said. Oh, ya, what was Weasley going to do.

"Bug someone else, why don't you," Malfoy said, turning to Hermione's wand in his face. Ok now he was scared. That stupid little Mudblood could do some real harm, he knew personally.

"What is it Malfoy," she said, obviously seeing the scared look on his face, "afraid to face me?" She smirked. Damn her to hell.

"I just need to talk to Potter, ok?" he answered. Reluctantly, Hermione took her wand down.

"What are you doing Hermione, he's gonna kill Harry. I know he is," Ron said, looking at Hermione like she was crazy.

"Let him go, Ron," she said. She was still looking at Malfoy as if he were the worst piece of scum on the face of the earth, but why would Malfoy kill Harry right now?

"Thank you Granger," Malfoy replied, turning around, dragging Harry behind him. As soon as they were in a safe spot, Draco looked at Harry.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry said, looking back at Malfoy.

"Potter," ooh, not good Malfoy, not good, earn his trust Draco, earn his trust," H—Ha—Harry," hey, that wasn't so hard, now was it, wait, yes it was, "Harry, um, Melova's in trouble and um, so is the school. Now, don't go all noble on me and tell me that you'll take care of Melova and leave me with the school, because that is not happening. I'm gonna save Melova, no matter what, and I'm going to leave you with the school, kapische?"

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OK, this was a little weird. Did Malfoy just call me Harry, whoa, I have got to hear this.

"Melova's in trouble."

Oh, crap, I knew it. I goddamn knew it. Why else would he talk to me.

"And, um, so is the school."

Ok, what the hell is going on here? I thought I was supposed to be the one to figure this out, but no, here's Draco Malfoy, enemy of the good, and is, is he siding with me. Oh my god, I think he is. I thought I would never see the day.

"Now don't go all noble on me."

Noble, who said I'm noble. I am the opposite of noble, I'm elbon. (Which is noble backwards..) I'll take the school you take Melova.

"I'm gonna save Melova, no matter what, and I'm going to leave you with the school, kapische?"

Wow, just what I was thinking Malfoy.

"Kapische," I answered.

Whoa, this was going to be interesting.

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Crap, what was going on. What am I doing, why am I here. I can't believe that I called Potter, Harry. Ugghhh. Damn his genes. Damn them to hell. Why do humans have to have a conscience? "Ok, so, do you have anywhere we could meet up, um, a house, a room, a shack, anything?" I asked him.

"Yeah, here's the address. I'll talk to the conductor of the EHE and see if they can take everybody home," he answered, handing me a piece of parchment which he just scribbled some words on.

"Ok," I replied and turned to leave. I wasn't halfway down the hall when Potter called my name. Not my last name, my real name, Draco. I turned around.

"What do you want Potter?"

"Thanks." With that, he walked passed me and towards the Great Harry Potter Follower's. They walked behind him, just shooting evil glares at me the whole time.

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The dark man had left, and Melova felt it was safe to go downstairs. At least to eat some breakfast. When she made it to the kitchen, the house elves were all huddling in a corner, clinging onto each other. When they saw Melova, they ran to another corner, further away.

"What's going on, you guys," she said, kneeling down, looking at the little scrawny things in tea doilies and pillow cases.

"You are bad, go away," one of the girlish ones, she thinks, screamed.

"What are you talking about? You guys, I'm not bad," Melova said. She seemed a little upset. Since she had gotten here, Mystery and the house- elves were all that really paid attention to her. Narcissa ignored her whenever she could, which was quite often, because she was always up in her room, practicing something, Melova didn't know exactly what.

"Yes you are, go away," they all said, huddling closer and closer. This was all too weird. She thought the house elves loved her. They always treated her like one of their own, after Narcissa threw her in the kitchen. She couldn't stand it anymore. Then again, what was she supposed to do? Fly away, yeah, right, like that was possible..

She didn't own a broom..

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"You guys, the school is in trouble, I need you to talk to McGonagall and tell her that she needs to set up the EHE to take everybody home. EVERYBODY," Harry said to Ron and Hermione.

"Harry, what's going on, what did you and Malfoy talk about?" Hermione asked.

"That's not important right now, just do what I said and I'll tell you later," Harry explained. He would never be able to tell them...

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Malfoy ran down to the Quidditch pitch right after classes had finished, and straight to the broom shed. As soon as he arrived, he opened it and took out his trusty Nimbus-Two-Thousand-and-One. He charmed it to make it small enough to fit inside his pocket, and brought out the Firebolt350 that he had gotten for Christmas. It was a gift form his father, who was in Azkaban. It was already getting a little dark.

Malfoy mounted it and took of towards the south, towards his house.

Towards Melova.

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A/N: Hey, I hope you like it so far. I know it's a long chapter, but I'm trying to make it long enough to hold you guys for two weeks, because I am going to be at my sister's house.

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Melova sat by the window and sighed.

"You know Mystery, I wish I was back at Hogwart's, with Neville and Harry. I miss them all, especially Draco. Ooh, a shooting star, make a wish Mystery," Melova said, closing her eyes and wishing, wishing with all her might that Draco was there. When she opened her eyes, she screamed.

There, floating next to her window, was Draco. "Melova, hey, get your stuff, I'm getting you out of here," he said.

She didn't hesitate. She looked over at the trunks that were laying on the ground, most of them hadn't been opened. The ones that had, just contained her school things and a few clothes. She decided to leave them here. She picked up Mystery and put her on the window sill.

"Wait, Draco, how am I going to fit on there with you," she asked, he tossed her something, it looked like a twig. When she touched it, it turned into a beautiful black broom. "Draco, I don't know how to fly," she said, she looked a little worried.

"It's easy, now, hurry up, before my mom wakes up," he said. She took one trunk and stuffed her wand in her pocket. She mounted the broom and jumped out of the window.

She floated. It was a great feeling, but Melova knew that she would have to wait to fool around some other time. She flew over to the window, and picked up Mystery. She curled inside of Melova's robes. When Melova took one last look at the room that had been her home for the past few weeks, she saw something she did not want to.

There, in the doorway, was Narcissa Malfoy. She had obviously been drinking, her hair was a mess and she looked like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice cold water on her. Expression and everything.

Melova quickly turned around and flew off towards Draco. She was almost there when a few sparks started flying passed her and hit Draco right in the back. He fell off of his broom and plummeted towards the ground. Melova took a dive towards him and caught him right before he hit the ground. Damn, he was heavy.

"Melova, I'm so sorry, here, take this," he handed Melova a piece of paper. "Potter will be waiting for you there. Don't ask any questions, just get there as fast as you can."

And with this, Draco Malfoy, a good Draco Malfoy, died..

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A/N: Waahhhh, it's so sad, it's not fair. Why did he have to die. Oh, yeah, because I made him. Hehe. Anyway, if you think this chapter is sad, wait till the next one...

Please review....extremely appreciated.

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