Where am I going? My father is sure to kill me when he hears about this. thought Draco. He found that his eyes were full of tears and he didn't care whoever saw him cry. He went to the astronomy tower. He figured that finding the star named Draco that was the orgin of his name would clear his mind. Tonight the star Draco wasn't very bright but the Aquilla was. He sat in a chair and stared at the stars for 10 minutes. "Draco?" said a familiar voice behind him, "Why are you.crying? Are you okay?" Draco immediately stood up, starled. He saw Hermione, holding two large scrolls in her hand. He quickly straightened his shirt, suddenly aware of how he looked. "I-I'm not crying." Stammered Draco, trying not to sniff. "Oh.um.you looking at the stars? Which one are you looking at?" "Oh! Uh.well.I'm lookin at Draco..i think." "Oh.." The two sat in comfortable silence for a while when they heard footsteps. "Who's there?" asked Draco, alarmed and forgetting to lower his voice. "Its Harry and Ron, Draco. I told them that I'd meet them up here to do our astronomy homework about star sightings together." Said Hermione. Harry and Ron appeared at the doorway, looking ruffled and tired from the endless flight of stairs they had to run up to come up to the tower. "Uh.Hi, Draco." said Harry uncertainly, not knowing if Draco will still be nice to him. "What you doin' up here, huh?" said Ron, thinking that Draco was up to some trouble. Harry nudged him, telling him to be polite. "Uh..hi Harry.so..wuzzup?" asked Draco, thinking Wuzzup???? Wuzzup???? Where the heck did I get that expression??? Wuzzup is like.a punky expression or something!!! Ugh.... Harry and Draco chatted for a while and after some time Ron joined in. Harry and Ron soon found that Draco wasn't that bad after all and Draco was thinking along the same lines. Hermione was writing down the positions of the stars and occasionally talked. Draco then found out what real friendship was. It wasn't pride. Wasn't Fame. Wasn't jealousness. It was what this was. He knew where he belong. He remembered seven years ago, when he had put on the sorting hat. The sorting hat was right. He had begged it to put him is Slytherin because he wanted his father to be pleased. The hat had only stayed on his head for a second, but that second was long enough to hear the hat say three disturbing words that haunted him all the years he was in Hogwarts: "You'll be sorry." Draco felt that he couldn't hold it any longer. He considered these kind people his friends and he didn't want to keep any secrets from them. In a moment, he had broken down and told Hermione, Harry, and Ron about what happened in the Slytherin dorm with Pansy, how he didn't belong in Slytherin, and other stuff. At final last, when Draco had finished telling all his friends his problems, all was silent until Harry broke the silence. "We'll help you Draco. We are your friends..I guess.maybe you can move houses?.You can ask Dumbledore..I mean..Its only one more year until we graduate but.its better than.." "Can you go with me?" asked Draco, signs of pleading in his eyes. "Okay.tommorow.I'll go with you." Said Hermione. "Me too." Said Harry. Everyone looked at Ron. "Why would I want to go???..haha.just kidding, you guys! Me three!" said Ron, smiling at Draco.