My plot bunnies are starving…AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! Why haven't yall reviewed? My poor lil bunnies are starving…wahhh. Even though you guys are awful readers, I'm gonna be nice and write more.

"Harry, what's that in your pocket?" Hermione asked.

"What?" Harry looked down and saw a small lump in his pocket. "I dunno…guess I should find out…" Harry turned away and took out the small package, as he unwrapped it he gasped, it was a--

"Mother! Mother where are-" Draco gasped, two men were grabbing his mother and dragging her into a dark alleyway. Even though the glimpse was brief, he recognized the men as some of his father's associates. Draco edged closer to the alley, hoping to catch a part of the conversation.

"Tell your husband that unless he pays up, a lot worse than this will happen to you…" and as an afterthought, "and your pretty boy son." Draco moved out of the way and hid as the two men stomped out of the alley.

"Mother, are you all right?" He said, walking towards her. Narcissa was covered in blood and bruises and her skirt and underwear were torn off and thrown to the side. "Oh Mother…" Draco began, but his mother cut him off.

"Draco…call….your father…" She said before passing out.

There was no payphone nearby, and Draco's cell phone had no signal. His only choice was to run to Potter and his friends. He hoped they wouldn't care that she was a Malfoy, and just help a woman in need of serious help. "Mother, stay here, I'll be right back." Draco ran off to find Potter and his friends.

"Harry, what is it? What's in that box?" Ron couldn't wait.

"Ron…it's a-" But Harry was cut off, once again. He was really getting sick of that.
"POTTER!!!" Draco Malfoy ran up to them, pure fear in his eyes. "Potter, you gotta help me, please, Harry, help me…" Draco babbled incoherently.

"Woah, hold up Malfoy. Firstly, did you just call me Harry?" Draco nodded. "Right, well, why do I have to help you?"

"My mother…she's hurt…father's associates…threatened to hurt her…me…" Draco collapsed in a sobbing heap "please, Harry, help me…"

"Harry, are you really going to believe this slimy git?" Ron asked, surprised.

"Ron, look at him…he's pathetic, Harry has to help." Hermione said, glaring at Ron.

"Mal- err- Draco, where's your mother?" Harry asked.

'I can't believe Potter's helping me.' Draco thought as he led them to the dark alleyway. He thought for sure that the Weasel would convince Har-Pot-Harry not to help. Upon arrival, The Golden Trio all gasped. He surmised that they hadn't really believed him.

"Mother, it's all right, I couldn't get Father, so I brought…some one else, instead." Draco hesitated and continued. "It's Harry Potter…"

"Draco…" Harry's eyed widened with shock. Narcissa Malfoy was laying, bleeding and violated, on the dirty ground of the alley. It hurt him to see someone, even the mother of his enemy, in such pain. Now he realized why Draco pleaded so badly. Harry almost cried.

"Harry, are you crying?" Draco asked.

"Err, no." Harry dragged his hand across his face, wiping away tears. "Draco, help me get your mother up." Harry and Draco carried Narcissa to the nearest shop. Ron and Hermione followed close behind.

"She's badly hurt…please help." Draco said with a puppy dog face. 'Wow, he looks really cute like that' Harry mentally slapped himself. How could he call Draco cute? Just because he helped save Draco's mother is no reason to crush on him.

Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat outside the door to Narcissa's hospital room. Harry looked really worried. 'Harry looks really cute when he's worried' Draco thought. Realized what just crossed his mind, his eyes widened.

"Hey Draco, everything alright?" Harry asked, noticing his shock.

"Eh…yea…" Draco got lost in his thoughts again while watching Harry. 'He's running his hands through his hair…that's hot' Draco's eyes widened again, but Harry didn't notice.

Harry was really bored. Really, really bored. He suddenly remembered the package in his pocket. He took it out and looked long and hard at it. It was a small silver snake with emerald eyes that hissed when you stroked it. He wondered why Draco had spent so much money on an impromptu present for him. He stroked the snaked and listened to it hiss.The his sounded rather like the name 'Tristan'. "Tristan" he mouthed. The snake's name was now Tristan. He looked over at Draco and smiled, as if to thank him for Tristan.

Draco watched Harry play with the miniature dragon he bought him. 'I think he likes it' He thought. 'At least…I hope he likes it…' Draco looked up and saw Harry smiling at him. He grinned back. 'He definitely likes it'

Ron was watching the entire interaction and scowled. It was disgusting to see Malfoy staring at Harry like that.

Harry turned away from 'Tristan' long enough to see a scowl on Ron's face, directed in Draco's direction. "Hey Ron…you ok?" Ron slowly nodded, and stared down at the floor. Harry wondered what was wrong with him. He knew that Ron didn't exactly 'like' Draco, but his mother was hurt, the least he could do was be civil. Harry looked over to Hermione, and wasn't surprised to see her reading a book. What surprised him was that the book was titled, "Divination Through the Ages." Hermione thought Divination was a load of crap. Harry slowly walked behind Hermione, and saw that she was reading, not the book, but a note from someone. Not wanting to earn her distrust, Harry made his way back to his seat, only to find that Draco was sitting in the chair next to his. Draco held out his fist and slowly opened it. Harry saw a small golden lion with rubies for eyes. Draco stroked it and it roared. Harry laughed. He quickly stopped and looked at Draco. "Why did you buy me this?" He asked, pointing to Tristan.

"I…" Draco never finished because he pressed his mouth to Harry's. Harry opened his eyes wide with shock, but didn't pull away. Hermione was too engrossed in her letter, and Ron in the floor, to even notice. Draco's hand moved up to Harry's cheek, and only then, Harry realized what was really happening. Harry pulled away, touching his lips. "Draco…"

"Harry, I'm really sorry…I didn't mean to-" He was cut off by Harry kissing him again. Ron finally looked up, eyes wide with shock, and yelled, "MALFOY, GET YOUR SLIMY LIPS OFF OF HIM!!" Ron stalked over, fists cocked. "Woah, Ron, calm down…"

"Harry, how can you let this ferret kiss you?" Ron's eves we're on fire.

"Ron, look, look at this." Harry showed him Tristan. "Draco bought this for me. Look at that…" Harry pointed to the lion in Draco's hand. "Do you really think he would buy himself a lion, in Griffindor colors no less, if he was all bad?"

"But Harry…"

"But nothing, Ron. Go over there and sit until the doctor tells us how Mrs. Malfoy is doing."

"Fine…" Ron said, but not before glaring at Draco.

Draco didn't know what to say. Harry had just defended him, and against his best friend. Just then, the doctor walked out, clipboard in hand.

"Mister Malfoy, I have good news and bad news about your mother…" Draco braced himself. Harry placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, and said he'd be right back.

"No, Harry…I need you right here when he tells me…I'm scared."

Hmm…Now, if you feed my poor Plot Bunnies, I'll make sure Narcissa recovers and is basically ok…but if you starve my bunnies…MWAHAHAAAAA….