AN: Just an answer to a few questions. Firstly there was a lot of swearing only when Hermione was at the city, with the gang. Obviously the gang swore. George called her a bitch when she told him how she felt because he could relate, so he let her go. And this is not a Hermione and Ron fic. I think I answered all the questions for now. Remember R&R Thanx guys! And I'll check out ur fics soon as I get the time

AN2: this chapter is a little shorter as I had a bit of a writer's block, but this really sets out the story basically.

Chapter 3

Hermione paced around her room grasping the packet in her hand.

Take it take it take!!!

She had never taken drugs before. She didn't even know how. She had seen it in movies but it was dangerous. She knew she was too scared to take it. Hermione slipped it into her money box. She didn't need this yet. She'd need it to face Harry's and Ron's rejection of her.

"Honey, its time to go! Have you packed?" asked her mum.

"Yes, I'm packed," answered Hermione.

Draco flung open his cupboard. Bread, cookies, no... just bread. He rushed towards his fridge grabbing a bottle of water, chucking both in a bag. Slipping his wand into his pocket Draco began running back towards the guest room. He quickly dodged behind a corner when he saw his father walking along the hallway.

"Draco!" Draco flinched from the sound of his name.

"Yes father?" Draco called from behind the corner.

"What are you doing?"

"... Playing hide and seek!"

"Stop being silly. Get packed, you need to go to Hogwarts."

"Yes father"

"I'll be in my room, call me when you are ready to go. Don't be too long, its getting late!"

Draco sighed in relief as his father's footsteps died down.

He didn't even realise it was so late. The moonlight was shining through the windows, lighting up his face. Draco turned away and calmly began walking towards the room again.

"Alohamora," whispered Draco pointing his wand to the door. The door opened with a loud click. Draco cursed under his breath, checking to see if anyone was coming. No one was.

The room was dark, and silent. It was a very haunting feeling. Draco slowly tiptoed into the room. As his eyes began to adjust to the dark he started making out the outline of a body lying helplessly on the floor. Harry's clothes were dirty and torn, his face covered in sweat. He was shaking even though he was hardly there. His bones were protruding through his cheeks.

"I never knew..." whispered Draco. He tapped Harry's cheeks lightly.

"Harry hurry! We need to hurry, I don't have much time!" whispered Draco.

Draco fumbled for the bottle in his bag and poured some water on Harry's face. Harry's eyes opened a little. He looked disorientated and unaware of what was going on.

"You have to get up," said Draco harshly. He grabbed Harry's arm and tried to pull him up. He was so light it wasn't hard at all.

"Fine I'll carry you then," exclaimed Draco, picking Harry up. He held the bag in his teeth, looking from side to side he crept out of the room, silently closing the door.

Harry was still a load to carry even though he was really light. Draco rushed along his hallways, praying that his father would not find him. Finally the exit was close! With his last gasp of breath Draco ran through the front door and ran to the bushes, laying Harry down beside him.

"My father won't be able to find us here," he said. Harry lay motionless on the ground, his scar glowing brightly. Harry's face twitched in pain but relaxed again as he sighed.

"Truthfully, I've never taken care of anyone," said Draco as he tried pouring some water into Harry's mouth. "I don't really know what to do. I have bread and water, but I can't feed you unless you get up. It's probably hard for you."

"How am I going to get help?" thought Draco. His father expected him back soon. His father would know soon.

"You're probably wondering why I'm helping you Harry," said Draco suddenly. "I don't know whether you can hear me... I don't know why I'm helping you. I'm just so shocked by all that my father has done. I always respected him for all that he did. I always thought he was right. I never got to learn for myself what was right. I don't know what a good person is. I don't know anything. I'm so ignorant to the world!"

Draco smiled, Harry wasn't really listening to him.

"I have to make a change," thought Draco. "But too many social pressures, damnit! What do I do? I have to keep my cool, yes I'll do that. I will be the leader of Slytherin."

Suddenly a tiny ball flew closer and closer towards Draco. Draco squinted to figure out what it was. An owl approached him carefully. It squawked playfully and began hopping around him. Draco looked at the owl with an idea slowly arising in his head.

"Hey you," said Draco harshly.

The owl jumped back in surprise.

"Hey," said Draco a bit softer.

The owl turned to look at Draco.

"Can you send a message?" he asked. The owl burst into hysterics, pounding its wings and fluttering around him. It flipped and as it did a piece of paper and pen appeared. Draco grabbed the paper and wrote, "Dear Ron please follow this owl, I need help!". He refrained from writing who it was, otherwise Ron would think it was a trick.

"Give this to Ron Weasley, and tell him to follow you back here. Hurry owl! I really need you to hurry," ordered Draco. The owl grabbed the paper with its claws and flew away at lightning speed.

"What a strange bird," thought Draco.

Ron paced around his room. What could he have forgotten? Books, clothes, underwear, wand? Suddenly the door flung open and the twins rushed in.

"Oi Ron! You all packed?" asked Fred.

"Yeah, you know what, you are gonna have so many new subjects this year," said George.

"Yeah! Remember when we got to make a magical rocket and exploded the whole classroom?"

"Or when I got that liquid and poured it over my skin and it drew the nicest design on my hand. It's permanent. Here have a look!"

Ron shook his head in confusion. The twins always confused him. Suddenly a loud shriek was heard downstairs. The group rushed out of Ron's room and began racing down the stairs, with Fred sliding on the rail and George leaping every 5 steps.

"Boys! Come quick! There is an owl here that says Harry is in trouble," shrieked Ms Weasley.

Draco sighed in relief as he heard a loud car noise rushing up towards him. It must be the Weasleys. The doors flung open and he heard the familiar squawk of the bird. The family rushed towards in Draco in absolute shock as he moved away from Harry.

"Harry! Oh my, what happened to you," shrieked Ms Weasley. "Boys come quickly, get him in the car!" She didn't even notice Draco standing shaking in front of them.

"You," growled Ron noticing Draco for the first time. "What did you do to him!"

"Uh... It wasn't me Weasley. Don't go blaming everything on me," he growled back.

"Boys, we are going to Hogwarts. NOW!" shrieked Ms Weasley. Ron slowly backed away from Draco who was ready to defend himself if needed.

"Don't go near Harry. ever. again," hissed Ron angrily before slamming the door on Draco.

A loud roar came from inside Draco's house.

"Oh no," whispered Draco as he turned to his house. "He found out."