Who has heard of One Direction? (raises both hands) Who hasn't? my favorite is Harry(of course…I choose the flirt). Who's yours? Anyway thought I would say, they have this song called Moments, it is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard, and I don't say that about every song.

Just thought I would say that. It is a beautiful song and it almost made me cry, so if you like songs that arent crazy electric and have real feelings in them, I suggest you listen to that song.

Draco walked down the stairs and saw Blaise sound asleep on the couch. He couldn't figure out why Blaise just didn't want to sleep in Granger's room. But, whatever floated Blaise's boat.

Blaise had been at the house for a week now, and Draco couldn't muster up the courage to ask him, but he knew he had to. So, one morning when the boys were eating breakfast, prepared by the elves, Draco asked.

"Where did you put it?"

Blaise looked up from his plate, not really sure what Draco was asking about. "Pardon?" Blaise asked.

"Where is it? I know you're the one who took it down." Draco didn't look up.

"Are you talking about that blasted family portrait?" Blaise asked and looked over at the wall where it use to hang. Draco stabbed his eggs with his fork and nodded.

"It's in the shed, in the woods."

Draco nodded. He scooted his chair back and walked out of the room. Blaise turned and watched as he walked out the front door. Great. Blaise thought and threw his napkin on top of his plate, and quickly followed his friend.

He followed him through the woods. The damp, costal woods. Then Blaise could see a wooden shed, about the size of the house's living room. Draco reached up and unlatched the lock on the door. He opened the door and walked in. Blaise in tow.

"Where?" Draco asked and looked around.

"What are you going to do?" Blaise asked.

"Where is the bloody portrait?" Draco asked once again and looked around.

"Over there." Blaise pointed to a large square in the far corner. It was covered with a magical blanket, that fought against decay.

Draco took long strides to the portrait and tossed the blanket off of it. He stepped back and took a good look at it. His father sat in the middle. Narcissa was to his left, with her hand on his shoulder. And Draco was to his left.

"It wasn't easy, you know?" Draco started to say. "Growing up, where it didn't even feel like my father loved me. I always remember thinking…I don't want to have family like this again." He looked back at Blaise and smiled, "Not that I'll ever have a family now. I'm too screwed up." He crossed his arms over his chest, "but, I remember thinking. My own family…would never be like this one was. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes, you didn't want to have a family…where your wife and child, were actually fearful of you."

"Exactly." Draco stared at the painting. "Don't we look normal? Or somewhat, normal? We were never a real family to begin with. Just pretended we were."

Blaise patted Draco on the back, "I know, mate. I came to your house quite a bit. You and your father…not very happy."

"You know…he never once said he was proud of me."

Blaise looked down, but left his hand on Draco's back. "All through quidditch. Every time I would get something, for quidditch, he was never proud. I think I let him down in second year, when I wiped out."

"Ah, Draco you didn't let him down."

"He would beat my mum…he would hit and put her through so much pain."

"Draco…you don't have to tell me, I already know."

"When I turned twelve…he thought of a…wonderful present for me. My mum doesn't even know this, but he was drunk and I had done something, broke a vase, or something stupid like that. But he thought it would fun…to teach me what it felt like to be under the Cruciatus Curse."

"Mate…."

"Felt like a bitch…. Tell Blaise…do you have your wand?"

Blaise felt in his pocket, "Uh, yes."

"May I see it." Draco didn't once take his eyes off the painting.

"Uh, well…I don't think your mum would like that."

"Just for a moment. I'll give it right back."

"Draco…."

"Please."

Blaise had never heard him say please before, so…he reached into his pocket and handed Draco his own wand. "This is mine." Draco said and looked it over. Then he pointed it at the portrait. Without saying a single word, a spark was shot from his wand. It hit Lucius in the head. Then, the whole picture started to burn.

Draco watched it the entire time. And Blaise watched Draco, hoping he wouldn't have to fight him for the wand back. "Burn in hell." Draco said to the ashes of the picture.

"Hey, feel better now?" Blaise asked. Draco nodded his head. "Loads." Draco admitted and handed Blaise back the wand, before he turned and left the shed. Blaise looked down at the ashes of the portrait.

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"You used to make some weird…potion for me back in sixth year, you remember that?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. That was about the time your nightmares started. You didn't want Dreamless Sleeping Potion, because you would have had to steal it from Snape." Blaise said, smiling.

Draco nodded, "Yeah, Snape was the only person I school, who actually scared me."

"Why you bringing up that potion?" Blaise asked, curious now. He hadn't thought about that potion in a long time, but he still remember how he made it.

"Actually, Granger has hid the sleeping potion from me. And you know her-"

"I don't."

"Anyway, I…I guess I know her. Point is, who knows where she hid that blasted potion."

"You don't need to be taking that potion anyways. Not right now."

"Blaise, I cant sleep. I have not slept…in two weeks, and if I have it's only for a few hours."

Blaise nodded his head, he understood completely what Draco wanted. "I'll make some. But not very much."

Draco nodded, "Thanks."

"But that's it. After this is gone…I'm not making anymore for you."

Draco nodded.

The potion wasn't exactly Dreamless Sleep Potion…more like the off brand. It wasn't nearly as sweet tasting, and it didn't smell like water. Instead, it smelled like…roses, and was very sour tasting. But, it put you to sleep and you didn't dream once you took it. But…Blaise had told Draco on numerous occasions…the potion makes him sleep walk. Which meant, it wasn't as strong as the other potion.

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Hermione had been gone for a good two weeks now. Draco had been taking the potion Blaise made for him. And their friendship had…really picked up right where they threw it. Only once had Draco brought up the deed he asked Blaise to for him, Draco could tell Blaise didn't want to really discuss it. Not that Draco wanted to relive the moment anyway.

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"Hello?" Hermione hollered when she stepped through the front door.

"Shh." Blaise said from the dining room table, covering his lips with his finger. He then pointed to the living room. Hermione looked to where he was pointing and saw Draco asleep on the couch. Draco was lying on his stomach, with his head in the pillows. Hermione looked back at Blaise.

"How did you get him to sleep?" She asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Blaise stood, "You're not going to like the answer. But a potion."

Hermione looked back at Draco and saw the bottle, not the same bottle that was hidden in the hallway closet.

"Before you jump either of our bones, he cant sleep, Granger. I don't know if you have noticed, but he cant. He admitted to not being able to sleep for two weeks straight, so-"

"So, you drugged him! You drugged the addict?" Hermione screamed in a hushed tone. Truth was, she had notied he couldn't sleep, and she had many times almost gave in and gave him the potion. But didn't.

"Don't say it like that. It's just a sleeping potion. Not a very strong one, either. He either talks in his sleep, or sleep walks. So it's not very strong."

"I don't care. You shouldn't have." Hermione protested.

"You're not his mother."

"No. But, I am here to make sure he doesn't get addicted to something."

Blaise crossed his arms, "No, that's where you are wrong. You are here, because Narcissa paid you. Now, I. I am here because I really do care if he gets better. I-"

"Are you saying I don't care."

"I'm just saying, you are getting paid to care, I'm not." Blaise pointed out.

Hermione looked at Blaise. She couldn't help but feel like…he was right. But…she did care. She cared a lot about if Draco got better.

Short I know. But, I am actually busy now. I have summer band starting up next week, and I'm trying to get some extra cash by helping out around the house. Ex. Cleaning. So I can buy myself a Jack Willis jacket! Excitement (it's British…I love British things)

But REVIEW PLEASE!

The first part of this chapter was influenced by Family Portrait by Pink