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Chapter 7: the last two weeks of July
MONDAY
Sirius was backed into a corner. He had just watched his godson and Draco get thrown out of the kitchen by Remus.
Remus rounded on Sirius.
"I can not believe you would do something so stupid." Remus hissed, in a would- be calm sort of way.
"Remus, I just, Harry could do it, I just felt kinda stupid not knowing what he was doing." Sirius looked at the ground.
"So you go and do something as idiotic as THAT?! Can not leave this house without you doing something that will get someone killed?"
"Remus..." "No Sirius, I don't want to hear your excuses, ok? I just don't want to hear them." Remus turned on his heal. The crashing sound of the front door slamming closed signified the fact that Remus had left.
Sirius put his face in his hands.
"I'm just a screw up." He muttered.
"Well, Harry doesn't seem to think so." Sirius's head snapped up to see Draco standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Harry doesn't know about the things I've done."
"Oh, come on. If you have done something really stupid I doubt Remus would be talking to you." "Remus shouldn't be talking to me. I only screwed up his life, just like I'll screw up Harry's." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"You screwed up his life? You're all Harry has right now, and right now, you're all I have as well." 'There.' Draco thought. 'I said it.'
Sirius looked at him with haunted blue eyes.
"You, Harry, and Remus are all have now too."
The next day the gentlemen of the house were cleaning.
Sirius downstairs, Remus up in the attic, sense they were still not talking to each other.
Well, Sirius was to Remus, and Remus was just ignoring Sirius.
And at the moment Harry and Draco were cleaning the hallway on the floor between the two that contained the adults.
The boys were scrubbing the walls when Harry said in passing.
"It must have sucked." Draco looked over at him, a curious expression on his face. "What must have?"
"Your dad. I mean what he did..." he trailed off knowing this was a touchy subject with Draco, and bringing it up could break the already unstable ground their friendship stood on.
"There was nothing wrong with what he did. He fought for what he thought was right. He was a brave man."
Harry looked at Draco, his green eyes wide with disbelief.
"Your father brave? A brave person is someone more like..."
"More like 'your' father you mean?" Draco said with a sneer. "No, well, he was brave to. But there's more then one way you can be brave, tones of ways. Like Remus for example. Look what he goes through every month, and Sirius, he spent 12 years in prison..."
"Whatever potter, my father was brave." Draco said stubbornly. "Oh, yes, because killing people is brave."
Harry didn't even realize Draco had slammed him to the ground until his head made contact with the old wood.
"Don't you every talk about my father like that again."
The boys then started kicking, punching, biting, and scratching one another.
The two of them slammed hard against the wall, which alerted Remus and Sirius of their fight.
Grabbing the boys roughly around their waists the marauders threw them into separate rooms.
Sirius glared down at his godson who was currently sprawled out the floor, breathing hard and had blood trickling down from his nose.
Sirius sighed and helped Harry up into a sitting position.
"Was this an actual fight, or something stupid?" Sirius said in somewhat harsh tone.
"Actually," Harry said while holding his nose. "It was more of a ' my Dad can beat up your Dad' kind of fight."
Sirius sighed, wiping the blood off Harry's face. "Well, really, your dad's in no condition to do anything, never mind beat anyone up. But between you and me, James did beat up Draco's dad in our sixth year."
Harry grinned at his godfather.
Remus slammed Draco into a chair. His bleach blond hair that was normally slicked back, was messy, and the blood from his cut lip seemed to glow on his pale face.
"Just what were you thinking?!" Remus said in a demanding tone.
"He was making fun of my father!" Draco shrieked in outrage. "Draco..." Remus said while pinching the bridge of his nose. "/you/ make fun of your father, why make such a big of it if Harry does?
"Oh, I see, anyone can make fun of /my/ father, but if I even so much as /think/ the wrong way about James potter everyone thinks I've sinned against God." Draco glared defiantly up at Remus who was looking torn.
"Ok, what exactly were you two fighting about?" Remus asked, trying to get to the bottom of things.
"I, I don't remember."
"You don't remember why?!" Remus exclaimed.
"No, not really. Wait! Yes, I remember. He said my father wasn't brave." Draco frowned. "I guess he wasn't, was he?"
Remus looked at the young man sitting in the armchair. He smiled sadly at Draco. "No, Draco, no he wasn't."
Harry and Draco looked at each other sheepishly. Sirius and Remus were sitting at the kitchen table, on opposite sides mind you, watching as the two boys swallowed their pride and apologized.
Draco shoved his left hand into his pocket.
Harry was running a hand along the back of his head.
"Yea, so..."
"Yea, cool."
The boys briefly shook hands before sitting down at the table.
THRUSDAY
Needless to say the two young men had to clean the basement by themselves for punishment. It had taken them all of Tuesday and Wednesday.
When the crawled out of bed Thursday morning they were looking foreword to sitting around doing nothing.
Harry stretched out his arms and watched Draco wince as he cracked his back. "Honestly! Do you have to make so much noise, potter?" Draco snapped, his voice slurred with tiredness.
Harry grinned cheekily. "No, I don't really have to, I just /choose/ to."
Harry grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him from the bed.
While they had been cleaning, the boys found themselves telling the other their life stories.
They felt close, for some reason, like they had known each other forever.
Harry told Draco things he'd never even told Ron or Hermione. Like how he sometimes felt empty when he thought about not having a father to talk to him about girls, or not having a mother to reassure him.
Draco told him how his parents just ignored him completely, unless they wanted to show off, in which case they would gush about his marks in school, or his quidditch skills.
The two of them walked down to the kitchen in their plaid pants, not bothering to shower, or even to throw on a T-shirt.
Sirius glanced up at them as they entered the kitchen.
"Well, I can see what /you/ two are going to do today." He said sarcastically. Evidently Remus was still ticked off at Sirius.
Harry smirked at Sirius while Draco answered, "Absolutely nothing." He sat down and took the cereal box from Harry, who scowled at him.
"Ron owled this morning. He wants to come for a visit. I think it would be a great idea, and I told him as much."
Harry's head snapped up from his cereal. "What?!" Sirius smirked at his godson, "You heard me."
Harry exchanged a look with Draco. "Sirius, I don't think that's a good idea. He doesn't Draco's here..."
Sirius' smirk only got wider. "Don't tell me you didn't /tell/ him?" Sirius' eyes gained a dangerous sparkle as he watched his godson squirm in his seat.
Harry glared at his godfather. "Would you have told my dad if you suddenly became friends with Snape?" Harry hissed, effectively shutting Sirius up.
"That's what I thought."
SATURDAY NIGHT
"So, Sirius said weasley is coming on you r birthday, which is..."
"Wednesday."
"Ok, that means we have..." "Three days till they get here."
Draco groaned and turned off the light.
Moonlight slithered in through the open window, which was allowing a soft summer's breeze in.
It danced across Harry's pale face.
"Harry...?" Draco whispered.
"Hmm." "What if they don't except me?" the sorrow in Draco's voice, laced with worry made Harry's eyes snap open. He gave Draco a calculating look. Draco shivered as emerald green pools penetrated his on ice gray ice eyes.
"Then they don't deserve me, or you, for that matter, as a friend."
Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, missing Draco's shocked expression, and not knowing his guardians were on the other said of the day smiling softly, the pride in their eyes evident.
Sunday was used to finish any left over homework, while Monday was used to stock up on food again. Remus had brought the boys out to get new muggle cloths on Tuesday.
WEDNESDAY
Harry was sitting in an armchair staring at his dark blue jeans, running his hands through his hair continuously. Every once in awhile he would take a moment to straighten his hair out again, or smooth out his dark green T- shirt.
Draco was draped across the couch in khakis and a midnight blue T- shirt.
If this had been a younger Draco, he would have laughed at the great Harry potter being nervous, but as it was, he was in the same position.
His stomach was tied up in knots. He wanted to be Harry's friend; he was a good guy. But far from a goody- goody.
Harry had told him of his adventures and rule breaking schemes.
He had also told him of his so- called unbreakable friendship with Hermione granger and Ron weasley.
And that seemed to be the source of his nervousness.
What if granger and weasley said they hated him, and wouldn't give him a chance?
What if then Harry turned around and said he didn't want to be friends any more if he would his other ones?
Harry had told him he wouldn't abandon him, but was he lying?
Draco quickly shook his head, Harry wouldn't lie.
Well, about this anyway.
And that's why when the fire turned green, signaling someone's arrival, both boys jumped up and smoothed out their cloths and hair. Sirius walked into the living room. Only he and Remus had the password to get through the fireplace.
Harry glanced at the clock, only 12:37.
He then glanced at Sirius.
"I thought you said the weasley's were coming at 2: 00?"
"They are."
"Could someone please let me out?"
"The password is dragonfly."
"Dragonfly!" shouted the familiar voice of Hermione granger.
"We thought Hermione would be easier to convince, that way it will be three-to- one, instead of two on two." Remus said while Hermione tumbled out of the fireplace, and into Draco.
"Whoa!" He yelled. Hermione saw who had caught her and pushed away.
"What are /you/ doing here?" she hissed at him.
"Hermione." Harry said while stepping in between her and Draco.
Hermione looked at Harry shocked, and then at Sirius and Remus, who didn't in least bit look surprised.
"Harry, what is he doing here?" she asked as soon as everyone was sitting around the kitchen table with a glass of iced tea.
"Well, it's a long story..." "And I want to hear the whole thing." She said sternly.
Remus looked at Hermione in a amused way and started the story.
When he got the part about the fire, he looked sternly at Sirius who blushed in embarrassment. Hermione looked at Sirius and lectured him for about five minutes, only then did she stop because Harry insisted that his godfather was already in trouble with Remus.
Remus ended in telling Hermione how both boys were anxious to know what she and Ron thought about it, and admitted that even he and Sirius were a little worried about it.
She looked at Draco over, taking in his, was that sign a pleading in his eyes? And his blond hair, which now hung loosely, no longer slicked back.
"I need to talk to Harry, alone." Harry nodded and led her to his room.
When Hermione entered the bedroom she saw, with surprise, that it was neat. Not at all like Ron's messy room.
Their was two desks with piles of parchment, used and unused, scattered across. A few quills here and there. There was a potion text on one of the desks, the one in the far corner, and a essay tucked into it, Harry's messy scrawl evident to her.
Beside this desk was a bed that was made in a semi neat way.
The desk closest to her had a neater stack of parchment on it with a mug filled with multi- coloured quills. An old transfiguration textbook sat in the corner of it, an essay lying beside it. There was writing on it that was as messy as Harry's, but a bit smaller.
There was a little note on a rough copy of the essay, in Sirius's hand writing. She couldn't decipher what it said, just that he was giving out pointers about animal transformation.
Both beds were made with creamy coloured blankets, that matched perfectly with the forest green room. The currents in the room were black with light little stars twinkling on them. The boys trunks were sitting open at the end of their beds, and Hermione could see that the closet held muggle clothing.
Harry was sitting on his bed, she walked over and sat next to him.
"Explain."
"He told me things Hermione. Told me things that were disgusting, cruel, and horrible. I never thought I'd say this but he had a very good reason to make fun of us."
Hermione turned to him, anger flashing in her honey brown eyes.
Harry held up a hand to stop her from interrupting.
"Hermione, he had to. Do you know what it feels like to be scared of your own father?"
Hermione looked at harry, understanding showing on her pretty face.
"You mean his father forced him..." "Not only that, he forced Draco to watch a muggle family get tortured and killed. He ran away when his father tried to make him get the dark mark and went to Dumbledore, who brought him here."
Hermione looked upset, and couldn't rationalize why a father would do that to his own son.
"He used cruciatus curse on Draco.' Harry said quietly. "Repeatedly." Hermione stared in horror at Harry.
"Since when?" she barely whispered.
"Since he was 13." Hermione gasped and the two of them sat in silence for awhile.
"So, Hermione? What do you plan on doing?"
Hermione looked at Harry, tears shinning in her eyes.
"I plan on being his friend, that is, if he wants to be friends with a mudblood."
"Why wouldn't I" Draco asked from the doorway. He gave Hermione a small smile. "I'll be your friend granger, if you can forgive me?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and smiled back at him.
Draco held her gaze for a second, until he turned his cold glare on Harry, who flinched when he saw the look he was getting.
"I could have sworn I asked you not to tell anyone about that." He hissed at Harry, who mumbled something incoherent under his breath.
"What was that potter?" Draco asked as he stepped up to Harry looking down at the raven-haired boy.
"I didn't tell her, everything..."
"No, I suppose you didn't." Draco replied as he sank into his own bed.
"I, just Hermione?' Draco asked.
Hermione started when Draco used her first name, but quickly got over it. "Yes?"
"Don't, Don't tell anyone?" he looked right at her. It was then she realized how much alike Harry and Draco were. Both had lost their parents, maybe in two different ways, but lost them all the same, and both had gone through too much for their age.
"I won't, you have my word."
Harry looked at Draco questionably. Draco met his gaze evenly, which surprised Hermione. Hardly anyone ever met Harry's eyes dead on. She herself had only done it once, and hated it. It was like she could see all his pain and suffering, and feel it as well, when you looked at those emerald eyes.
The only people she'd seen do it was Sirius and Remus. And that was only today when both had stared sternly at the boys when they had got to the part in the story where Draco and Harry had got into a fight in the hall.
"What about Ron?" Harry said, just as Ron's voice drifted up to their room. "DON'T say anything to him, he doesn't need to know." Draco hissed at Harry.
The three teenagers made their way to the staircase, from there they could hear Ron talking to Remus.
"Yeah, the rest of my family were going to come, but Fred and George..."
But they never found out what the twins had done, because at that moment Ron noticed his fellow students on leaning on the banister.
"Hey Hermione, Harry, malfoy...MALFOY?!" Ron yelled, causing Remus and Sirius to wince.
"Ron," began. "Draco his my friend, and now Hermione id friends with him as well."
Ron looked at Harry, then laughed.
"Good one Harry!"
Harry looked at Ron sternly. "I'm not joking." Ron stopped laughing and looked at Harry and Hermione, both of which looked deadly serious, and Hermione wasn't contradicting what Harry had said...
Before anyone could do anything Ron had spun around, thrown floo powder in the fireplace, and was gone in the blink of an eye.
Remus, Sirius, Hermione, and Draco all winced as Harry slammed his bedroom door closed.
A/n: wow! Extra, extra looooooong chapter.
The reason this chapter is so long, is because I wanted to finish July now, as there are only 3 more chapters to go. Yes, there will be a sequel. It will be their fifth year (this story ends when holidays end.).
Please, please, please! Check my bio for more info one this story and it's sequels, (yes people more then one sequel is coming this way.), which will hopefully last me the summer.
I would like to thank you all for sticking with me this long. It is really appreciated. Your reviews and suggestions only made me a better writer, and I hope this chapter is evidence of that fact.
So, questions.
Do you think I made Hermione and Draco's friendship happen to fast? If so I can easily slow it down.
I must warn you, I plan on making Harry a bit darker, bring out his dark side, but he will NOT turn evil, at all.
And I must say I hope none of you like Ron too much. I'm not killing him off, but don't expect him and Harry to stay friends. If you don't like this, and you can gave me a good reason not to do this, let me know.
Ok, so, let me know what you think. Hopefully my chapters will stay around this long, they will most definitely being longer than the first six, as they will be the last three chapters. Look out for my sequels like I said.
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A.J OF GRYFFINDOR: you'll find out soon why Draco has changed so much, lets just say he sees his father in a whole new light after his father shows him what really happens at his meetings, and after his father shows him what happens to those who refuse the dark lord...........
SPIKE TV58: thanks for the review, I think pretty much everyone knew it was Snape, I was hoping no one would get it, but I made it pretty obvious, didn't I..?
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Chapter 7: the last two weeks of July
MONDAY
Sirius was backed into a corner. He had just watched his godson and Draco get thrown out of the kitchen by Remus.
Remus rounded on Sirius.
"I can not believe you would do something so stupid." Remus hissed, in a would- be calm sort of way.
"Remus, I just, Harry could do it, I just felt kinda stupid not knowing what he was doing." Sirius looked at the ground.
"So you go and do something as idiotic as THAT?! Can not leave this house without you doing something that will get someone killed?"
"Remus..." "No Sirius, I don't want to hear your excuses, ok? I just don't want to hear them." Remus turned on his heal. The crashing sound of the front door slamming closed signified the fact that Remus had left.
Sirius put his face in his hands.
"I'm just a screw up." He muttered.
"Well, Harry doesn't seem to think so." Sirius's head snapped up to see Draco standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Harry doesn't know about the things I've done."
"Oh, come on. If you have done something really stupid I doubt Remus would be talking to you." "Remus shouldn't be talking to me. I only screwed up his life, just like I'll screw up Harry's." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"You screwed up his life? You're all Harry has right now, and right now, you're all I have as well." 'There.' Draco thought. 'I said it.'
Sirius looked at him with haunted blue eyes.
"You, Harry, and Remus are all have now too."
The next day the gentlemen of the house were cleaning.
Sirius downstairs, Remus up in the attic, sense they were still not talking to each other.
Well, Sirius was to Remus, and Remus was just ignoring Sirius.
And at the moment Harry and Draco were cleaning the hallway on the floor between the two that contained the adults.
The boys were scrubbing the walls when Harry said in passing.
"It must have sucked." Draco looked over at him, a curious expression on his face. "What must have?"
"Your dad. I mean what he did..." he trailed off knowing this was a touchy subject with Draco, and bringing it up could break the already unstable ground their friendship stood on.
"There was nothing wrong with what he did. He fought for what he thought was right. He was a brave man."
Harry looked at Draco, his green eyes wide with disbelief.
"Your father brave? A brave person is someone more like..."
"More like 'your' father you mean?" Draco said with a sneer. "No, well, he was brave to. But there's more then one way you can be brave, tones of ways. Like Remus for example. Look what he goes through every month, and Sirius, he spent 12 years in prison..."
"Whatever potter, my father was brave." Draco said stubbornly. "Oh, yes, because killing people is brave."
Harry didn't even realize Draco had slammed him to the ground until his head made contact with the old wood.
"Don't you every talk about my father like that again."
The boys then started kicking, punching, biting, and scratching one another.
The two of them slammed hard against the wall, which alerted Remus and Sirius of their fight.
Grabbing the boys roughly around their waists the marauders threw them into separate rooms.
Sirius glared down at his godson who was currently sprawled out the floor, breathing hard and had blood trickling down from his nose.
Sirius sighed and helped Harry up into a sitting position.
"Was this an actual fight, or something stupid?" Sirius said in somewhat harsh tone.
"Actually," Harry said while holding his nose. "It was more of a ' my Dad can beat up your Dad' kind of fight."
Sirius sighed, wiping the blood off Harry's face. "Well, really, your dad's in no condition to do anything, never mind beat anyone up. But between you and me, James did beat up Draco's dad in our sixth year."
Harry grinned at his godfather.
Remus slammed Draco into a chair. His bleach blond hair that was normally slicked back, was messy, and the blood from his cut lip seemed to glow on his pale face.
"Just what were you thinking?!" Remus said in a demanding tone.
"He was making fun of my father!" Draco shrieked in outrage. "Draco..." Remus said while pinching the bridge of his nose. "/you/ make fun of your father, why make such a big of it if Harry does?
"Oh, I see, anyone can make fun of /my/ father, but if I even so much as /think/ the wrong way about James potter everyone thinks I've sinned against God." Draco glared defiantly up at Remus who was looking torn.
"Ok, what exactly were you two fighting about?" Remus asked, trying to get to the bottom of things.
"I, I don't remember."
"You don't remember why?!" Remus exclaimed.
"No, not really. Wait! Yes, I remember. He said my father wasn't brave." Draco frowned. "I guess he wasn't, was he?"
Remus looked at the young man sitting in the armchair. He smiled sadly at Draco. "No, Draco, no he wasn't."
Harry and Draco looked at each other sheepishly. Sirius and Remus were sitting at the kitchen table, on opposite sides mind you, watching as the two boys swallowed their pride and apologized.
Draco shoved his left hand into his pocket.
Harry was running a hand along the back of his head.
"Yea, so..."
"Yea, cool."
The boys briefly shook hands before sitting down at the table.
THRUSDAY
Needless to say the two young men had to clean the basement by themselves for punishment. It had taken them all of Tuesday and Wednesday.
When the crawled out of bed Thursday morning they were looking foreword to sitting around doing nothing.
Harry stretched out his arms and watched Draco wince as he cracked his back. "Honestly! Do you have to make so much noise, potter?" Draco snapped, his voice slurred with tiredness.
Harry grinned cheekily. "No, I don't really have to, I just /choose/ to."
Harry grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him from the bed.
While they had been cleaning, the boys found themselves telling the other their life stories.
They felt close, for some reason, like they had known each other forever.
Harry told Draco things he'd never even told Ron or Hermione. Like how he sometimes felt empty when he thought about not having a father to talk to him about girls, or not having a mother to reassure him.
Draco told him how his parents just ignored him completely, unless they wanted to show off, in which case they would gush about his marks in school, or his quidditch skills.
The two of them walked down to the kitchen in their plaid pants, not bothering to shower, or even to throw on a T-shirt.
Sirius glanced up at them as they entered the kitchen.
"Well, I can see what /you/ two are going to do today." He said sarcastically. Evidently Remus was still ticked off at Sirius.
Harry smirked at Sirius while Draco answered, "Absolutely nothing." He sat down and took the cereal box from Harry, who scowled at him.
"Ron owled this morning. He wants to come for a visit. I think it would be a great idea, and I told him as much."
Harry's head snapped up from his cereal. "What?!" Sirius smirked at his godson, "You heard me."
Harry exchanged a look with Draco. "Sirius, I don't think that's a good idea. He doesn't Draco's here..."
Sirius' smirk only got wider. "Don't tell me you didn't /tell/ him?" Sirius' eyes gained a dangerous sparkle as he watched his godson squirm in his seat.
Harry glared at his godfather. "Would you have told my dad if you suddenly became friends with Snape?" Harry hissed, effectively shutting Sirius up.
"That's what I thought."
SATURDAY NIGHT
"So, Sirius said weasley is coming on you r birthday, which is..."
"Wednesday."
"Ok, that means we have..." "Three days till they get here."
Draco groaned and turned off the light.
Moonlight slithered in through the open window, which was allowing a soft summer's breeze in.
It danced across Harry's pale face.
"Harry...?" Draco whispered.
"Hmm." "What if they don't except me?" the sorrow in Draco's voice, laced with worry made Harry's eyes snap open. He gave Draco a calculating look. Draco shivered as emerald green pools penetrated his on ice gray ice eyes.
"Then they don't deserve me, or you, for that matter, as a friend."
Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, missing Draco's shocked expression, and not knowing his guardians were on the other said of the day smiling softly, the pride in their eyes evident.
Sunday was used to finish any left over homework, while Monday was used to stock up on food again. Remus had brought the boys out to get new muggle cloths on Tuesday.
WEDNESDAY
Harry was sitting in an armchair staring at his dark blue jeans, running his hands through his hair continuously. Every once in awhile he would take a moment to straighten his hair out again, or smooth out his dark green T- shirt.
Draco was draped across the couch in khakis and a midnight blue T- shirt.
If this had been a younger Draco, he would have laughed at the great Harry potter being nervous, but as it was, he was in the same position.
His stomach was tied up in knots. He wanted to be Harry's friend; he was a good guy. But far from a goody- goody.
Harry had told him of his adventures and rule breaking schemes.
He had also told him of his so- called unbreakable friendship with Hermione granger and Ron weasley.
And that seemed to be the source of his nervousness.
What if granger and weasley said they hated him, and wouldn't give him a chance?
What if then Harry turned around and said he didn't want to be friends any more if he would his other ones?
Harry had told him he wouldn't abandon him, but was he lying?
Draco quickly shook his head, Harry wouldn't lie.
Well, about this anyway.
And that's why when the fire turned green, signaling someone's arrival, both boys jumped up and smoothed out their cloths and hair. Sirius walked into the living room. Only he and Remus had the password to get through the fireplace.
Harry glanced at the clock, only 12:37.
He then glanced at Sirius.
"I thought you said the weasley's were coming at 2: 00?"
"They are."
"Could someone please let me out?"
"The password is dragonfly."
"Dragonfly!" shouted the familiar voice of Hermione granger.
"We thought Hermione would be easier to convince, that way it will be three-to- one, instead of two on two." Remus said while Hermione tumbled out of the fireplace, and into Draco.
"Whoa!" He yelled. Hermione saw who had caught her and pushed away.
"What are /you/ doing here?" she hissed at him.
"Hermione." Harry said while stepping in between her and Draco.
Hermione looked at Harry shocked, and then at Sirius and Remus, who didn't in least bit look surprised.
"Harry, what is he doing here?" she asked as soon as everyone was sitting around the kitchen table with a glass of iced tea.
"Well, it's a long story..." "And I want to hear the whole thing." She said sternly.
Remus looked at Hermione in a amused way and started the story.
When he got the part about the fire, he looked sternly at Sirius who blushed in embarrassment. Hermione looked at Sirius and lectured him for about five minutes, only then did she stop because Harry insisted that his godfather was already in trouble with Remus.
Remus ended in telling Hermione how both boys were anxious to know what she and Ron thought about it, and admitted that even he and Sirius were a little worried about it.
She looked at Draco over, taking in his, was that sign a pleading in his eyes? And his blond hair, which now hung loosely, no longer slicked back.
"I need to talk to Harry, alone." Harry nodded and led her to his room.
When Hermione entered the bedroom she saw, with surprise, that it was neat. Not at all like Ron's messy room.
Their was two desks with piles of parchment, used and unused, scattered across. A few quills here and there. There was a potion text on one of the desks, the one in the far corner, and a essay tucked into it, Harry's messy scrawl evident to her.
Beside this desk was a bed that was made in a semi neat way.
The desk closest to her had a neater stack of parchment on it with a mug filled with multi- coloured quills. An old transfiguration textbook sat in the corner of it, an essay lying beside it. There was writing on it that was as messy as Harry's, but a bit smaller.
There was a little note on a rough copy of the essay, in Sirius's hand writing. She couldn't decipher what it said, just that he was giving out pointers about animal transformation.
Both beds were made with creamy coloured blankets, that matched perfectly with the forest green room. The currents in the room were black with light little stars twinkling on them. The boys trunks were sitting open at the end of their beds, and Hermione could see that the closet held muggle clothing.
Harry was sitting on his bed, she walked over and sat next to him.
"Explain."
"He told me things Hermione. Told me things that were disgusting, cruel, and horrible. I never thought I'd say this but he had a very good reason to make fun of us."
Hermione turned to him, anger flashing in her honey brown eyes.
Harry held up a hand to stop her from interrupting.
"Hermione, he had to. Do you know what it feels like to be scared of your own father?"
Hermione looked at harry, understanding showing on her pretty face.
"You mean his father forced him..." "Not only that, he forced Draco to watch a muggle family get tortured and killed. He ran away when his father tried to make him get the dark mark and went to Dumbledore, who brought him here."
Hermione looked upset, and couldn't rationalize why a father would do that to his own son.
"He used cruciatus curse on Draco.' Harry said quietly. "Repeatedly." Hermione stared in horror at Harry.
"Since when?" she barely whispered.
"Since he was 13." Hermione gasped and the two of them sat in silence for awhile.
"So, Hermione? What do you plan on doing?"
Hermione looked at Harry, tears shinning in her eyes.
"I plan on being his friend, that is, if he wants to be friends with a mudblood."
"Why wouldn't I" Draco asked from the doorway. He gave Hermione a small smile. "I'll be your friend granger, if you can forgive me?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and smiled back at him.
Draco held her gaze for a second, until he turned his cold glare on Harry, who flinched when he saw the look he was getting.
"I could have sworn I asked you not to tell anyone about that." He hissed at Harry, who mumbled something incoherent under his breath.
"What was that potter?" Draco asked as he stepped up to Harry looking down at the raven-haired boy.
"I didn't tell her, everything..."
"No, I suppose you didn't." Draco replied as he sank into his own bed.
"I, just Hermione?' Draco asked.
Hermione started when Draco used her first name, but quickly got over it. "Yes?"
"Don't, Don't tell anyone?" he looked right at her. It was then she realized how much alike Harry and Draco were. Both had lost their parents, maybe in two different ways, but lost them all the same, and both had gone through too much for their age.
"I won't, you have my word."
Harry looked at Draco questionably. Draco met his gaze evenly, which surprised Hermione. Hardly anyone ever met Harry's eyes dead on. She herself had only done it once, and hated it. It was like she could see all his pain and suffering, and feel it as well, when you looked at those emerald eyes.
The only people she'd seen do it was Sirius and Remus. And that was only today when both had stared sternly at the boys when they had got to the part in the story where Draco and Harry had got into a fight in the hall.
"What about Ron?" Harry said, just as Ron's voice drifted up to their room. "DON'T say anything to him, he doesn't need to know." Draco hissed at Harry.
The three teenagers made their way to the staircase, from there they could hear Ron talking to Remus.
"Yeah, the rest of my family were going to come, but Fred and George..."
But they never found out what the twins had done, because at that moment Ron noticed his fellow students on leaning on the banister.
"Hey Hermione, Harry, malfoy...MALFOY?!" Ron yelled, causing Remus and Sirius to wince.
"Ron," began. "Draco his my friend, and now Hermione id friends with him as well."
Ron looked at Harry, then laughed.
"Good one Harry!"
Harry looked at Ron sternly. "I'm not joking." Ron stopped laughing and looked at Harry and Hermione, both of which looked deadly serious, and Hermione wasn't contradicting what Harry had said...
Before anyone could do anything Ron had spun around, thrown floo powder in the fireplace, and was gone in the blink of an eye.
Remus, Sirius, Hermione, and Draco all winced as Harry slammed his bedroom door closed.
A/n: wow! Extra, extra looooooong chapter.
The reason this chapter is so long, is because I wanted to finish July now, as there are only 3 more chapters to go. Yes, there will be a sequel. It will be their fifth year (this story ends when holidays end.).
Please, please, please! Check my bio for more info one this story and it's sequels, (yes people more then one sequel is coming this way.), which will hopefully last me the summer.
I would like to thank you all for sticking with me this long. It is really appreciated. Your reviews and suggestions only made me a better writer, and I hope this chapter is evidence of that fact.
So, questions.
Do you think I made Hermione and Draco's friendship happen to fast? If so I can easily slow it down.
I must warn you, I plan on making Harry a bit darker, bring out his dark side, but he will NOT turn evil, at all.
And I must say I hope none of you like Ron too much. I'm not killing him off, but don't expect him and Harry to stay friends. If you don't like this, and you can gave me a good reason not to do this, let me know.
Ok, so, let me know what you think. Hopefully my chapters will stay around this long, they will most definitely being longer than the first six, as they will be the last three chapters. Look out for my sequels like I said.