Ginny left Draco mainly of fear. She knew what he was capable of and she couldn't keep a dead pan any longer. Once she was out of sight, she ran for it to her 'tent'. A nice girl had shown her to her tent. She didn't speak English but she managed with a little difficulty that included miming.

She was to share a tent with Draco. It was very small and only fitted two 'beds' and a box with parchment and some quills the Indians had traded from the English. Ginny sat down on her bed and let the tears flow. How were they going to get back? This was going to be tricky.

Ginny let herself fall face-down on her bed and cried even harder. She cried for what seemed like hours and didn't hear when the flap of the tent opened.

"Virginia. What is it?" Draco asked in a surprisingly soft and soothing voice.

Ginny stopped crying and felt a pleasant chill down her spine when she heard the sound of her first name. She felt slightly embarrassed that she was crying. Draco sat down next to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Virginia. Stop crying."

Ginny felt warmth in her body even though his hands were cold. When she was little her mum would give her a hug and make her a hot chocolate. Ginny would tell her all about what had happened if she was upset.

Draco comforting her was different. The touch of his hand made Ginny feel warm inside. She begged for him to stop muttering his comforting words even though she liked it, so she said something that would surely get rid of him. . . "Your hands are cold," . . .or not.

Draco chuckled. "You can be very cute sometimes, you know that?" he asked.

"Shut up, Malfoy. Go away I want some time alone," Ginny said, secretly begging for him to stay.

"Alright then. But if you change your mind I'll be outside-"

"No wait. Stay," Ginny said looking in his direction with her red and puffy eyes. She sat up and Draco made his way to the bed. He sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, allowing her to cry in his chest all she wanted.

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Draco woke up early the next morning. He had gotten used to that lately. It was like the country had a special effect on him, causing him to wake up at six or seven. He turned his head to his right and snuggled up under the thin coat he was to use for duvet. He opened his eyes and saw red hair cuddled up at his chest. What the hell? He thought and then remembered the night before's little incident. He didn't know why she was crying, but had comforted her anyway.

He felt a little cosy with the little redhead cuddled up against his bare chest, wearing only a thin, extremely short and tight dress. . .Shame on you, Draco. He thought. You shouldn't be thinking those things! She's a Wea. . .not your type!

Draco almost dozed off again when the tent opened and Run like an Eagle's (their messenger) head came to view.

"Cold as Ice, you must come, quick! Something terrible has happened!!"

Run like an Eagle looked at Ginny and then back up at Draco. He smiled. "It's not what it looks, Run like an Eagle. She was upset and I comforted her," Draco said while carefully getting out of bed. He got out of his tent and followed Run like an Eagle to the chief's hut. It was quite a big hut, compared to all the others. It was a bit bigger than Hagrid's in length. Draco's and Ginny's tent was the only tent there. All the others were huts made of twigs, logs, leaves. . .you name it!

They entered the large hut through the small door that creaked loudly when they opened it and were greeted by three beautiful young girls that danced around Draco in delight. They were the princesses.

Elu (Full Of Grace) was a 12 year old girl with eyes as blue as the sea after a storm. She was very graceful and did everything with style.

Olathe Orenda (Beautiful as Magic) was fourteen and her body was what Draco would normally call 'hot' but he never said that out loud. Her eyes were almost black like the night, but with a glint of grey in them.

And finally the oldest Kachine (Sacred Dancer). She was sixteen and they didn't go on very well. She was very womanly, even more so than Beautiful as magic, but not as slim as Ginny. She had green eyes and her hair was somehow lighter than her sisters'. Kachine should have been married by now, but she was very stubborn and had refused any proposals.

"Cold as Ice, you must come here quickly!" came a voice from the other end of the hut. It was the chief. Draco looked up from the girls and saw the tall and strong figure of the chief Motega (New Arrow). He wore the same type of clothes as Draco, and a headband with feathers hanging all the way to his waist. "Look. Read this," he ordered nervously, not looking up from the yellowed piece of parchment which he held in his shaking hand.

It only took Draco five strides and he was standing right in front of New Arrow. New Arrow handed him the parchment and Draco took it. He began to read.

Brothers.

As your brothers, we ask you this favour: we are up against the Yeungese. These barbarians take our people and hold them captive. We would like to start a war, and to do so we need more people. And so we ask you. Please help us. For the good of our kind.

Mahanett Tribe.

"Well. . .What will you do? Why did you send after me?" Draco questioned, giving the letter back to New Arrow.

"I do not know what to do, but I sent after you because of your originate," he explained. "You know the Yeungese. You know their ways. Are they powerful? Are we in danger?"

Draco didn't know what to say. He didn't know anything about muggle history and what they were capable of. So he said "I should say you are if you accept this. They have many weapons you don't recognise. If you give me time, I'll give you my advice. . .if that's what you're after."

New Arrow nodded and dismissed him. After a quick head bow, Draco left the hut and started towards the lake. "Advice, huh?" came a voice from behind him. Draco turned around.

"Sacred Dancer," Draco snapped, looking her up and down. "What d'you want?"

"I've been watching you and your evil ways. I know that you do not know what you speak of. It shows in your eyes," Sacred Dancer clarified. She started circling him, looking him up and down. Draco didn't move, only followed her with his eyes. "You are not from this country, nor did you know about our existence, before Blue Bear found you. I was in the woods at my thinking place and I saw how disgustingly you looked at him.

DRACO'S FLASHBACK

"But headmaster, why me?!" Draco asked Dumbledore, or in other words, shouted at the headmaster. He was in Dumbledore's round office, pacing the floor in anger.

"Because you are the only one capable. I know well that you are familiar with more spells and hexes than anyone in this school, with the exception of me," Dumbledore, who was sitting in his new muggle office chair and swinging in it playfully, explained.

"Why not Potter? Why not the famous, wonderful Potter? You can trust him, not me!"

"Because, believe it or not, you are a better wizard than him. Mr Malfoy, it's better you than him." The headmaster reassured.

"You can't trust me! You can trust him, but not me!" Draco argued, but didn't succeed. The clever headmaster was too smart for him.

"Draco. Remember when your Father died, you swore to do good things?" he asked.

Draco's expression softened in amazement and he stopped in his tracks. "How did you know about that?"

"News travel fast at Hogwarts, Draco, even for the teachers. The students have laughed at your words, they don't believe in you." The headmaster leaned over on his desk, and whispered. "This is your chance."

Draco thought it over for a moment. That would mean that the students wouldn't hate him anymore. "O-OK, fine," he stammered. "When do I leave?"

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Draco stood in the transfiguration classroom in front of McGonagall with a single bag with food supplies in his left hand. He was a bit nervous and was still considering if this was the right thing to do. He couldn't hear McGonagall when she gave him instructions.

Draco fiddled with the sleeve of his green cloak and looked down on his clothes. Grey shirt with the top buttons undone and jeans, underneath an unbuttoned robe. He hated muggle clothes but the teachers forced him in case he got cold. More than one robe is too heavy. They said.

Draco was in a daze when McGonagall handed him the Tim Turner but his hand was automatically drawn to it. When his long, elegant fingers touched the object, he snapped out of it.

"You know what to do," McGonagall said and backed away.

Draco put the Time Turner round his neck and chanted, "Take me a week before the last person who used this Turner went."

Everything started spinning and bright colours blocked his vision of the classroom. He closed his eyes. After what seemed ages, the spinning stopped and Draco opened his eyes just in time to see green grass. . .then he hit the ground hard. VERY hard.

"AARGH! What the hell?" he asked out loud. He grabbed his right arm and found out the hard way that he had got a bruise. He felt pain in his right hand for some reason. He checked. He was holding a broken Time Turner in his bleeding hand.

"Shit! ----!" Draco said, picking up the broken glass from his hand. He sat up and ripped a bit of the bottom of his muggle shirt to make a bandage.

Draco felt someone's eyes on him but ignored it and carried on wrapping his hand in a 'bandage'. He was distracted again when his head was forced up by a spear. His grey eyes met brown ones.

Those brown eyes belonged to a muscular man with black, long hair and tanned skin. He was carrying a spear, a bow and there were arrows across his back and some bear and deer skin. Behind him were more dirty men, carrying the same things. Draco looked at them with disgust and was disgusted even further when he smelt the horrible stink.

The men helped him to his feet and tied his hands behind his back. On the way to their village, he thought he saw movement in the trees. It was not an animal, but it looked like a woman. . .

END OF DRACO'S FLASHBAK

"That was you?" he asked, the figure in the trees finally making sense.

"Yes, and I will make sure that you will be sent out of our tribe. I will convince my Father. I always do. Your friend will stay." And with that, she left.