Draco woke to the sound of yelling.

"I'm only doing what's best for them." Starr's voice boomed from the far corner of the room. "It's not your business what I do what them."

"Are you going to do to them what you did to me?" Draco was surprised to hear Professor Snape's voice yelling back at her. "Drop them like stones?"

"I dropped no one like a stone except you because you, Severus, you turned into a snake," Starr's voice raised, now it was ear splitting, "you didn't care about anyone except yourself!" She was becoming scarier now. Draco shivered, drawing attention. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," she turned to Draco, shunning the professor who was shaking with anger. "Are you feeling better?"

"How long have I been asleep?" he was still groggy from his long slumber.

"To tell the truth, about two days." She smiled lovingly.

"Huh, don't be fooled by her innocence, Mr. Malfoy, she doesn't even care about you," Professor Snape laughed in the background. She snorted at the remark from behind her. Ron moaned from the next bed. Starr rushed over to him and started helping him sit up. Harry was already up and was eating some Chocolate Frogs she had given him. She handed Ron some of the blue boxes and walked back to Draco.

"Feeling any better? Here." She handed him some of the boxes also, smiling. "Don't listen to Snape, the only thing he's good at is making potions."

"What did he mean? You dropped him?"

"Yeah, I was his 'girlfriend,' if you can call it that, for a while, but I dumped him for your father, that was about twenty-two years ago." She stared at the ceiling as she spoke as if the story was written there.

"You went out with my father?" Another unbelievable statement to Draco.

"From Halloween of his third year, until the end of his sixth year. Then he met Narcissa and I thought it best if he was with a regular girl." She sighed heavily, Draco saw tears in her eyes, she really did love his father. She choked back the tears and spoke again, "you need to get your strength back, go back to sleep." She ran her finger tips over his eyes again and he fell back into dreams.

Draco woke slowly the next morning. Starr had fallen asleep on her arm which was resting on his bed. He sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. She sighed at this, making Draco retreat for fear of waking her. But, instead, she stayed where she was. He climbed out of the bed on the opposite side, careful not to move her. Ron and Harry were just waking up as well. Draco laughed quietly as Ron lifted his head, hair sticking out in all directions, off the pillow and stretched lazily.

"What are you smirking at, Malfoy?" Ron sputtered angrily in between yawns.

"Look in a mirror, Weasley, then you wouldn't blame me." Ron frowned as Harry started to laugh also, but Draco silenced them.

"Do you two not see she is trying to sleep?" He pointed to Starr in the chair.

"Alright then, if you're such a gentleman, Malfoy, let's see you put her in the bed with out waking her up."

"Is that a challenge of my strength, Potter?"

"Yes, I do believe so." Draco sighed as he walked around the bed. Starr didn't look heavy, but looks could be deceiving. He bent to pick her up, making sure Harry and Ron were watching. She was much lighter then he expected, as he laid her on the bed carefully. Ron clapped half-heartedly. Draco took a bow and cocked his eyebrow at Harry. "Fine then, Malfoy."

"It seems, Potter, that we have now settled our differences."

"What differences? There were no differences to begin with, just you hating us and us hating you." Harry sneered at Draco. Draco felt his cheeks burn. Ron was looking nervously from one to the other. Harry was standing at the foot of his bed now, his eyes were turning a darker green then usual. Starr shifted in the bed.

"I mean, that we no longer have those reasons to hate each other. If we call a truce now, maybe I will forget the newest ways to make fun of you two. From now on, why not become friends? I mean, I'm tired of hearing my last name over and over. Just call me Draco from now on, and I'll call you Harry and Ron. How does that sound?" They must be thinking I've gone insane. What has gotten into me? Draco thought after his speech.

"You won't make fun of us anymore?" Ron squeaked from under the covers of his bed.

"No more jokes," he hoped it sounded like more of a bribe then a promise. Something strange had come over him and he didn't know what.

As he swept his eyes over the two, he noticed a curtain behind Harry. He saw the shape of someone behind the curtain, a boy with his arms raised who was shaking with laughter. Harry followed his gaze to the curtain. Draco could see the boy pushing a girl forward.

Harry approached the curtain cautiously. As he reached out for the side of the draping cloth, it was whipped out of his grasp.