A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I'm trying to remember the old one as well as do research by reading CoS. I must've read it like twenty times over the past seven years that I've had it and STILL have trouble remembering things... Shame, I tell you shame! Well here's the next installment!

DISCLAIMER: In the first installment, folks!

WARNING: Ditto!

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Draco had gotten his revenge on Zack by dying the blue-black spikes pure white, thus ensueing a color war between the two friends. Of course, their Head of House disapproved and Harry urged his friends to give it up, as Zack was using his holly and phoenix feather wand.

-PoV-

Zack eventually gave in to Harry's persuading; allowing the prat to dye his hair white. Harry fixed it each time, annoying Draco to no end as they lazed about the Pit.

"Why don't you leave him like that?"

"Because, Dray, you need to stop." Exquiste emerald narrowed and darkened as Draco raised his wand again. "And I like his hair the way it is normally. I have enough weird in my life as it is." At this, Draco lowered his wand and smiled softly.

"Oh."

"Oh what, Dragon?" Draco spun around and faced his father.

"Harry's life is hectic enough as is."

"Hello, Childe." Draco's jaw dropped as his Father knelt for Harry to give him a hug. "Draco, that is rather unbecoming of you." The blond's jaw shut with a sharp click as his teeth met. "Greetings, Lupin-Black Hier." Zack smiled and gave a small bow.

"Hey, did you get them? The filthy, useless Muggles." He snarled after the Malfoy Lord looked confused. Comprehension dawned and the man frowned.

"No, I did not; I reiterated, however, that Harry is free of their coniving fingers." He stood, hoisting Harry up with him as he did so. Harry was so small for a twelve-year-old that it actually worked. "Now, I have been given leave by your guardians to take you to Hogsmeade." Zack perked up and snickered at Draco's shock.

-PoV-

Lucius smiled as the three friends zipped from shop to shop, Harry chattering away with his Dragon and the Lupin-Black Hier. His mind wandered back to asking permission for the boys.

-FLASHBACK-

He quietly Floo'd into Severus's office, giving a nod to his old friend.

"Taking Draco to Hogsmeade again? You spoil the brat."

"Severus, what do you know of the Potter boy?"

"That child? Hmph. He's in my House; Potter's probably rolling in his grave as we speak. When he is not being a cheeky brat, he actually gets better marks. Slytherins do not shower him with attention as much as the rest of them, so he stays in the dungeons more often than not; it is as if he dislikes being famous, Luce."

"Because, Sev, he does. When Fudge went to visit him, he nearly gave the man a heart-attack after, and I do mean literally, chirruping that his House is Slytherin." Severus choked on the brandy and coughed discreetly.

"He's proud of his House?"

"Yes."

"Lockhart is a blithering idiot, then."

"When is he not?"

"Point taken, Luce, but he says that Harry was mis-Sorted; that he should have been in Lily's House."

"Still hate Potter, I see. Glad some things never change."

"That, rest assured, will remain, Luce."

-END FLASHBACK-

Harry giggled as Zack gave him a piggy-back ride through the now slightly cold town. He watched on fondly, aware that he was being, not so discreetly, tailed by two of the lower echelons of the bloody Order.

"You do know that I can feel your auras." He commented softly, the well-known Malfoy steely distain creeping into his tone. "Report back to that fool you follow that his Golden Boy has come to no lasting harm under the Death-Eater's wing, if you would be so kind?" They squeaked in fear and Apparated away from his view with a small pop of displaced air. "Draco, would you and your companions like a butterbeer?"

"Yes, Father." It pained him that his Dragon had become distant since his year with Narcissa. He missed being called simply, 'Papa.' He watched as Harry listened to something his treasured Dragon whispered.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes, Childe?"

"Can Draco call you Dad?" Hearing the innocent question, his heart constricted and he cursed his bitch of a wife mentally.

"Of course, my Dragon."

"Thank you, Fa-Papa." Lucius looked around discreetly before lifting his child, his flesh and blood, into his arms.

"My Dragon, I am sorry, so very sorry I could not protect you..." He whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks unhindered.

"Missed you, Papa... I hate being so cold all the time." Draco whispered back, burying his face against Lucius's neck.

"Lucius, what a pleasant surprise!" He stiffened at the sickening voice of none other than Delores Umbridge. He patted Draco on the back and left his son on his hip as he wandlessly dried his tears; facing the toady bitch with the typical Malfoy mask.

"Hello, Undersecretary." His tone would have frightened the most idiotic Death Eater into pissing him or herself, but the toad had no such response. Her smile waned as she spotted Harry and the Lupin-Black Heir, Zack.

"Ah, on an outing then?"

"Yes."

"Come now, Luce, be more sociable."

"My name is Lord Malfoy, Ms. Umbridge. Please use it." He bit out, straightening to his full, imposing height of six foot three. Zack absently checked his nails and Harry gave the woman a cool sweep of contempt with his glacial green eyes; they had been so warm before... "Troubling, Ms. Umbridge, I find you a great deal of it. Get out of my sight." She huffed, then shrieked as Zack innocently tucked his hand back into his pocket. Melted snow did not add to the look of the already toad-like woman.

"That-That freak!"

"Watch what you say amongst Purebloods. We are everywhere, Madame, and as such, be wary. Your own status is clearly that of a Half-blood." Zack spoke in a frightening monotone, violet eyes boring into the squinty brown. Lucius followed it with his own haughty stare, allowing the power he normally held in check loose.

Ending A/N: Hmm, I like tormenting the Umbitch... Oops, Umbridge. I despise that woman; made my spine crawl when she was introduced during Harry's trial in OotP. R & R, please?