A/N- GUESS WHAT!?! I'm sooooo excited! I finally got the internet in my room at my mothers so I can update just about everyday!! Yeah!! I'm sooo happy!! If y'all wanna e-mail me during the week or over the weekends I'm at my mom's GO AHEAD! I'm so excited, I even get happy over junk mail! That's sad aint it?! I know, but I'm happy. Ahhh, Cloud Nine. No, just kidding. Okay, I swear that this chapter will be longer. I'll write till my fingers fall off.

Chapter Ten - It's Worthless, No One Can Help Us Now.


Draco flopped on to his bed and held the crinkled letter from his parents in his hands. He starred at it for a few minutes. Debating over whether or not to open it. On one hand, it could prove that whole stupid story was a lie. One the other, it could confirm his fears, their parents really were friends and that whole useless story was true. But how could his father, one of the meanest, strictest, loudest, most emotional-less person he knew, be friends with a Muggle family?


'Come on, Draco. Snapp out of it. The whole story is a load of bloody crock. You're letting that stupid Mudblood get into your head and brainwash you.' Draco argued with himself.

He crumbled the letter in his hands and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and rebounded to the floor where one out of three of the house elves he had let out picked it up. He walked reluctantly over to Draco's side and held the letter back out to him in his wrinkled old hands.

"Master Malfoy? Is you going to open?" it asked in a scratchy voice.

Draco rolled his head over to look at the small elf. It was wearing a ratty pillow case like Dobby did and he had wash rags on his feet and an oven mit on his head, where it clashed horribly with his huge ears. He thought for a minute, looking at it.

"Why?" he asked.

"Master and Mistress Malfoy mostly ist probably waiting and worrying for young Master Malfoy's health and safety. They is writing for you, Master and is you going to read and write?"

"No."

"Why is you not?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"I is a house elf, sir. I is all around the house since young Malfoy was borned. i hear Master and Mistress talk. They telled me they cared. They love young master. Does young master love Mistress?"

"I love my mother." he said, half believing what he was saying, "But, I... it's... you... they were.... he... they...she was...-"

No matter how hard he tried, Draco couldn't get him to say what ever he was going to, but the words hadn't correctly processed in his mind. Suddenly he felt his head spin. What if he didn't really love his parents? What was he saying? Was he lying to himself all along?

The house elf looked at him with big green eyes that watered up when he looked at Draco.

"Yeah. I'll read it. Now go downstairs and clean the living room or something." he said.

The house elf smiled happily and shoved the letter into Draco's hands. He bounced on his feet a few times before saying 'Thank you, young master malfoy. I is very happy.' and rushing out of his room, shrieking.


Draco unfolded the letter and smoothed it out. It read:

'Draco,
It's about time that you knew the real reason
that the young Granger is staying with you over
the summer. The truth is, our families have been
friends for years. They are getting divorces soon
and Hermione had no place to go. Both of us
families decided it would be best if she stayed with
us before she gets shipped off to her sister's home,
which will not be complete for another four months.

Please accept the fact and we expect that you do nothing
that would bring shame to our family and our name and
we expect that you treat her as a friend, because we are
friends to her family and you should be too. Please under
stand why we waited so long to tell you.

Treat her with respect and integrity and she will do so to
you as well. Do not dissappoint us Draco.

your parents.'


Draco snorted. 'Parents, yeah right.' He mother was nice enough, when his father wasn't home. His father used to be a really nice guy. Until the Dark Lord had come back to power. Then he started to change. It was like Voldemort had brain washed him, or something because he was never that way before.

Draco even remembered his father coming into his room late at night and watching him. And when he was sick or had a bad dream, he would come in and sing him a song that would calm him down. But then Voldemort demanded that all of his closest followers devote complete time to him. That obviously included his father, who was Voldemort's right hand man. And Draco. Yeah. Draco would be soon forced to join Voldemorts inner circle.

Of course, he told no one. He didn't want to be forced into it, if he decided that he wanted to join the inner circle, he should decide the right time, right? Oh, well. 'Enough about my problems.' he thought, snapping out of his thoughts.

He slowly climbed out of his bed and stretched. So what if that stupid story was true. He didn't have to believe it. he looked out the window. It was getting dark and he was still hungary. So he headed down the hall and towards the kitchen. But he stopped near Hermione's guest room.

He leaned closer and put his ear near the door.

'Am I hearing correctly?' he asked himself.

Yes. He was. He could hear faint sobs coming from behind the door. A pang of guilt hit him but he shrugged it off. He had half the nerve to walk in there, but decided not to. He walked slowly into the kitchen and grabbed a soda and some chips. He sat down at the counter and started eating when he could hear foot steps coming down the stairs.

"Oh." Hermine said quietly, "Sorry, I'll go."

Draco looked up at her.

"Did I make you cry?"

"Look. If you want me to say yes just so you can get some sick pleasur, then no. No I wasn't."

Draco smirked.

"Ri-ight. What ever you say Granger."



A/N- okay. that's it. i hope it was longer. luv ya bye!