A/N: At long last, I am updating this story. Sorry it's taken so long, but I'm going through a few things in my life. Like getting ready to move to college in 3 months! Eek! Besides, this is FAR from my normal writing style, so it's much harder for me to write. Anyways, I'm sorry about the wait, and please enjoy. Angie

A voice cut through Harry's dreams of Quidditch and women, but he couldn't place it at first. Suddenly, he groaned. He was now wide awake. The voice he was hearing was one that had haunted his nightmares for years.

"Malfoy, get out. Now." Harry tried to stand and found that he couldn't. He groaned again. The headache was splitting through him. He smirked, remembering a haiku that Hermione had scribbled on a piece of paper while studying in their 7th year. Throbbing pounding pain, Ripping harshly through your mind, Leaving chaos behind.

To Harry's great annoyance, Malfoy didn't leave. He stood over Harry, that annoying smirk seemingly plastered on his face. Harry yearned to reach up and rip it off, not caring what flesh came with it. He hated Malfoy that much.

"We need to talk. Now, Potter. Stand up if you're not too drunk still. Very impressive, I must say. Only you would stoop so low as to drink alone." Malfoy sneered. Harry resisted the temptation to smash the empty bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey over Malfoy's head.

"What do you want?" Harry had realized that Malfoy must have a damn good reason to come, considering how much the two of them hated each other. Their relationship at school was mere child's play compared with now. Harry thought of that Muggle line, "If looks could kill...", and tried to bore a hole right through Malfoy's skull with his glare.

"I came with a... proposition of sorts." Malfoy seemed to be picking his words carefully. Harry laughed shortly.

"I'm straight, thank you." He couldn't resist a dig. Malfoy sneered again.

"If you say so. But that is not what I am here for. Grow up for once in your life." Malfoy actually offered his hand to Harry to help him up. Harry was astonished, but he took the proffered help.

"Then why are you here?" Harry's voice was a bit calmer and had almost no edge to it now.

"Because something is going on in both of our lives. I'm going through exactly what you are. Perhaps the best way to describe it is utter betrayal." Draco's words sent the throbbing headache into a spiral.

"What do you mean?" Harry still didn't trust Malfoy, and probably would never completely trust him, no matter what.

"I believe that Hermione, Ron, and Ginny have all abandoned you. Turned their back on you after hurting you in every way possible. I, too, have lost everyone I cared about. It seems to be in the same fashion." Malfoy met Harry's stare with one of his own.

"How exactly does this concern me?" Harry's stubbornness would not let up.

"I think they may be linked. Something is going on, and I will find out what it is. However, I believe that Ginny and Pansy may be in some sort of trouble." Harry bit his lip, and then remembered that Draco and Pansy had gotten married just before he and Ginny had.

"What sort of trouble?" Harry was listening intently by this point. Draco faltered.

"I don't know. It's just a feeling I have. Whatever you decide, I will save them both. It will be faster, however, if you help." Draco chose his words carefully. Harry stopped dead.

Help Malfoy? Actually work together with his worst enemy? Ludicrous! Utter insanity! Harry started to shake his head. But on the other hand, Ginny may be in trouble. Could he honestly leave her to fend for herself? Harry sighed, completely torn.