After several hour-long procrastination breaks, and several half-hours debating the chances that I was going to put it off further, I have decided that I am going to get this done. We have roughly three chapters left and damn if it's not getting done this weekend.

Hell, It's been a month since last update (for which I am sorry) and I really do like this story.

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Hermione, Ron, and company, were all in the Room of Requirement, as they had been last chapter, setting up a very complex trap for Evil-Harry. This was to make sure that when Hermione used her magic-y magic to summon the demon back to the castle, he didn't immediately murder them all anyways.

That is not to say that there is no chance that they aren't likely to die, but that is beside the point.

Totally, 100% BESIDE THE POINT.

Anyways, Hermione and Hogwarts were ordering around the other morons, when suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

Now who could that be?

The knock was so sudden, that Hermione had dropped her book!

Stunning, isn't it?

Hermione left her discarded book on the floor and she got up to answer the door with her wand firmly sitting in her hand.

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He knew that this was a bad idea.

He knew that this was a really bad idea - but what other choices did he have?

Perhaps he could go back to his family? No, that would be no good.

If he went back home now, he would have to explain why he was home early, and that conversation was one he surely wanted to miss.

"Yeah, hi, mom? Dad? Harry, my best friend, yeah, you know him, Dark Prince and all, he went crazy and killed all but about thirty people and that includes the Dark Lord. Can I go to Durmstrang now?"

That wouldn't turn out well, not at all.

So what else could he do, but band together with the bloody Gryffindors and end the Nuisance's life?

Oh, who was he kidding?

This was a suicide mission, and he knew it.

Resigned to his fate, he walked up the eight flights of steps to the seventh floor and he paused outside of the door.

He had discovered it earlier in the year, but this was beside the point. He didn't even have to have half of a brain cell to know that this is where they were.

After all, Miss Hogwarts herself had told him.

Take that, you bloody know-it-all mudblood.

Draco paused oustide of the door, and he raised his hand.

A small hesitation...

Knock, Knock, Knock.

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Harry, meanwhile, was having a bloody fun time.

Murdering muggles, stealing priceless artifacts and murdering the shit out of them, just the usual day in the life of a Murderous Psychopath.

Yep.

Found one of the Deathly Hallows, too.

That was fun.

He was also having fun interrupting the more important parts of the story. Yeah, he broke the fourth wall, too. He can do that now.

Were you aware that you are almost out of Milk?

It was delicious.

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Oh, great, Ron thought. This guy.

Ron wasn't as thick as people thought him to be -

Oh yes he is.

Harry, get out of my story. You're murdering muggles, remember?

I got bored. Decided to see what they were doing.

Harry! Get out!

Fine. You hear a door slam.

Anyways, where were we?

YES! Ron's thoughts.

Ron hates this guy. This guy, who just walked into the room. Yes.

Okay.

Ron hadn't been blind the whole year - he had seen the way that he looked at Hermione. He didn't like that look, not one bit.

And there it is again, as he spoke to Hermione.

The look. Ron may not be smart, but even he could decipher that look as longing. Longing for his girlfriend! Yes, his! He had claimed her earlier in the year, even if she hadn't been aware of it.

Yep, there's the peroxide-blonde ferret now, sneering Ron's way.

Such a Sneer. That Sneer just screams 'I-stole-your-girlfriend.'

It was most definately that sneer, and not the 'I-hate-you-because-you're-a-blood-traitor' sneer.

Absolutely.

Yes, Ron is certain that he decoded that sneer right.

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"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.

Malfoy raised an identical eyebrow and he sneered at her. "If you must know, I do have a heart, and I do want to stop Harry."

Hermione crossed her arms and leaned closer. "And what would you know about Harry?" Draco leaned back.

"I would know more than you would, you filthy mudblood! He happens to be my best friend." Draco smirked.

Hermione laughed once. "Oh really? Is that how it is? I'm sure you would know his favourite dessert and colour then?"

"It's Mince-meat pie and red, of course." Draco replied in a matching tone of arrogance.

Hermione scoffed. "Is that so? Then I'm sure he's never once touched a Treacle Tart while at the Slytherin table. For the Treacle Tarts are most certianly not Harry's favourite. He also loathes the colour Green, too! The Horror, the horror! It's Green!"

Draco leaned closer to Hermione so that their anger-filled eyes were level. "Are you implying something, Granger? Something that I, prince of Slytherin, missed?"

"THIS IS ENOUGH!" Ron yelled from behind the two. "His favourite dessert is obviously chocolate cake and colour is gold. DUH!"

Ginny face-palmed. "Ron, those are your favourites."

"Oh."

Fred and George were in the corner of the room, making bets.

What sorts of bets? Well, we'll see that next chapter.

"Look, Granger," Draco said, straighening out so that he could seem more passive. "I just want to help him. I had known that something wasn't right with him, and Hogwarts told me that-"

"Wait, Hogwarts was speaking to you?" She interrupted, surprised.

Draco placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Granger, keep up with me here. She told me that Harry had been possessed by a Harcrug or whatever-"

"Horcrux."

"Granger, shut it. As I was saying, she said that Harry was being controlled by the Hurcrag-"

"Horcrux."

"-And that I had to find you five and help you defeat it in order to get Harry back to normal. Plus, I didn't really want to return home." Draco then mumbled, "Not that I knew how, even if I did want to."

Hermione sighed and glanced back into the room.

After a few minutes, she turned back to Draco. "Fine, Malfoy. We'll get the Horcrux out of Harry as a Team. Once he's back to normal, however, we will badger Harry about his favourites and whoever gets the most right about him will get to keep him as their friend. Deal?"

Draco glanced at her and then to those behind her. "Deal." he said. She then pulled him into the room and she slammed the door.

"Great. Here's the plan..."

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Happy now? My legs are asleep and my head doesn't hurt, surprisingly.

Thank you to Lily for Beta'ing or whatever, I suppose.

Li~tan: I know the ending! HAHA!

... Well, yeah. Anyways, sorry again for the long wait. Flood my inbox with love while you're reading, if you want to.

Harry: Please don't. It makes her Happy, and I don't want this fanfiction to end, and if this ends, then I die!

Me: Shut up, Evil Harry. You're not welcome here.

Harry: Yes I am. I can break the fourth wall now. Watch me be welcome here - I CAN MAKE MYSELF WELCOME HERE.

Me: Wait, what are you- no! Stop that-!