Thanks to all those who have critted my story so far. I appreciate the feedback. I'll try especially hard not to have it so fast paced in the future installments, and now on to part four.

Worries

Harry was worried. Soon he wold be leaving St. Mungo's. Who would take care of Draco then? He'd tried to discuss it with Ron, only to have him act like Harry was nuts.

"Harry, why do you care? You've done so much for the little git already. Let the healers take care of him now. It's time to move on."

It was good advice, but Harry knew that he couldn't follow it. He might be able to hide the truth from Ron, but he'd never be able to hide it from himself. He cared about Draco, maybe even loved him, and he couldn't just turn away.

"I can't do that Ron. I can't really explain why, but I just can't dump him like a stray puppy or something." He was going to cry soon, he knew it, and he didn't care. He looked at his best friend for a moment, and was astounded by what he saw. Ron seemed to be completly non plussed.

"Alright then, let me talk with my mum and dad, maybe something can be worked out through the ministry or something." With that Ron turned and left without so much as a backward glance.

It was hard, but after Ron left Harry forced himself to relax. After all, he thought to himself, in a world where cars can fly anything might be possible.

Though he had hoped that something might be worked out Harry was caught by surprise when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came to pick up both him and Draco. He'd tried to thank them, but Mrs. Weasley had cut him off short.

"With Charlie, Bill, George and Fred all out on their own we have plenty of room Harry dear. Now we've fixed up a room for the two of you on the ground floor so stairs won't be a problem and Dumbledore has hired a tutor to help you catch up with your studies."

A tutor, for him, but not for Draco. That figured. The former slytherin bad boy had barely begun tying his own shoes again, and he still wouldn't talk to anyone. Not even to Harry whom he seemed to trust. Harry sighed. What he wouldn't give to hear Draco speak. He'd even be glad to be insulted by his former nemesis since it would mean Draco was talking. He'd come to care deeply for the petite blonde boy over the last few weeks, and seeing him like he was now caused a painless agony in Harry's heart. He didn't know if what he felt was love or just deep compassion, but Draco had roused feelings in him he hadn't known he possessed.