Harry walked down the stairs into the common area. Draco had fallen asleep in his arms and Harry had laid him down on the bed. Harry himself was tired. The emotions he was going through exhausted him.

"Where's boyfriend?" Ron asked

Harry just looked at him.

"God Harry what's wrong?" Ron's attitude completely changed.

Ron touched Harry's shoulder and the raven-haired boy fell into Ron wrapping his arms around him looking for some kind of comfort. Ron hugged his friend back and looked at Hermione unsure of what to do next. Hermione came over and took Harry from Rom leading him over to the couch while Ron shooed everyone else out of the common area. They all looked worried but left it to Ron and Hermione to take care of Harry.

"Harry. " Hermione said softly. "What is it?"

"Draco, His father." Harry said the word father with such venom. Harry tried to comprehend a father doing those things to his son. He tried to calm down as Hermione rubbed his back in a motherly fashion.

"Can you tell us?" Ron asked.

Harry took a deep breath. Would Draco be all right with him tell his friends? Harry needed to talk to someone. How is it that no one noticed? How is it that no one stopped it? Why didn't he notice?

He turned to Hermione. "Have you ever read the book "A child called it?"

"Yes, but I don't see." Hermione gasped "Harry you don't mean, oh god Draco?"

Harry nodded.

"What?" Ron asked lost.

Harry began quietly "Draco's dad, Lucius, beat him. I mean really bad. There's scars." Harry's voice faded. Ron put his arm around his friend. Ron understood finally understood. He had trouble imagining a life like Draco's. His family was wonderful. Maybe that's why Draco had always hated him; maybe that's why Draco always hated everyone. But it didn't matter now. All that mattered was he was there for his best friend. The three friends sat on the couch arms around each other, sitting in silence, until they all fell asleep.





Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. But as I was writing the last one the book "A Child called it" came into my head. It is a real book about a child named David. I recommend anyone who plans on working with children, having children or even being around children to read this book. I don't mean to trivialize the book in any way by having it as part of my fiction. I hope it will get more people to read it and open their eyes. I read it two years ago and it still haunts me. WARNING it is extremely graphic, it will make you very angry, and it may be to intense for younger people or any one who's had child abuse touch their lives.

The next chapter will longer and get back into my story.