Here is an update for you guys. I apologize for not being able to update a whole bunch, I don't have my computer at the moment so I must go to the library and type these up which is slow coming at times. Anyways though, I am working on it and hopefully in the future I will have my computer back and internet. (Crosses fingers.) I know it's different and most definitely NOT what you were expecting but I hope that you like it. Just another twist to add to the story. Well enjoy my friends. –Sevy14

10:30am Sunday morning

Walking up behind his old friend in one of the corners of the library, Draco Malfoy says as he sets his heavy book bag down on the table, "Crabbe, how did you do on your arithmacy exam?"

"Oh hey Malfoy. I did okay, my marks are slipping a little bit, just stressed that's all," Crabbe responds looking up at Draco from across the table and then back down at his potions assignment.

Clearing his throat a bit as he pulls out a book, parchment, quill and ink, "Better not let them slip to far or your father will find out-"

"Yeah, and I don't want that."

"Too true. Too true." Was the only response that Crabbe received. The two sat there for a bit both doing homework until Draco looked up at Crabbe and then back down again. This happened two more times before he decided to say what was on his mind. "Do you think that –that my father would be upset if I called a truce with Snape's wife?"

"Hermione? I don't know, your father seemed to change toward the end of the war." Crabbe said as he looked up and watched his friend.

Draco noticed the odd look on Crabbe's face as he responded. "I don't know everything is so different, so complicated than I ever thought it was. You know?"

"I know what you mean. I used to think my father was right, that he could do no wrong-well except how he treated my mum, but that's neither her nor there now." Clearing his throat and refocusing his eyes Crabbe looked at his long time friend and gave him a small smile. "You know, I really don't think she's that bad-I for one am happy father didn't get his hands on her. But don't let him know that, I surely wouldn't return after Christmas hols if he knew I felt that way."

Nodding slightly at his friends admittance Draco sat there looking at the blank parchment before him and then he started to write, dipping his quill in ink. As he wrote he paused and looked back up at Crabbe, "I think… I think it's time we separate ourselves from our fathers. I-or well not separate but make our names."

Startled at Draco's voiced though Crabbe looked up with eyes wide. "I-I don't know if I can do that. My father he-well he-you know…" Looking down with a frown.

"Crabbe, I think that you can step away, maybe Dumbledore can help, you never know." Draco said reassuringly, and hey, you know mum will always help you."

"I don't know Draco," he said looking back up and then just ask quickly he whispered, "Best not to discuss this here though." With a look around he we went back to his work as though nothing had been said. Following suite Draco did the same, but every once in awhile he looked up at his old friend, a frown on his face and determination gleaming in his gray eyes.

And that's that for this most interesting and unexpected chapter. Until next time my friends, let me know what you think and I can't wait to hear from you. Your updates are helpful and really do keep me going. Have a lovely night. –Sevy14