Hermione felt her bed sink down next to her and figured her mom had gotten in somehow. She just started to cry harder.

"What are you crying about now? Potty dump you?"

That was definitely not her mom.. She gasped when she turned around and saw...

"MALFOY?! WHAT THE HE-"

"Shut up, would you? Not everyone in Europe needs to know I'm here."

"Fine," she whispered sarcastically, "How's this?"

"Better."

"So seriously, what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"I don't feel like telling you."

"Then I'll throw you out onto your ass."

"Could do without the language Granger."

"Stop avoiding the question. What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I didn't ask to be here," he sneered.

"And yet, you are so..."

"So what?"

" GOD Malfoy, just answer the fucking question. You're sitting on MY bed, in MY room, in MY house and I want to know why you're here. Maybe I'll owl your father. I'm sure he'd know why you're here with a, what is that again? A mudblood?"

"I have no father."

"Now we're getting somewhere."

"I have no mother, I have no one. Ass holes even took my godmother."

"What happened?"

Draco sat in silence. His heart had dropped on the inside. His choice was explain everything and make it real, or not answer and get kicked out to where the death eaters were. This was like blackmail, except on a more fatal degree.

"You really want to know? Fine I'll tell you. My parents disowned me. They decided that I disgraced the name of Malfoy and threw me out. My only other family was my godmother, my Aunt Bets, and I was at her home when death eaters came. They killed her right at the front door, so at least I didn't see it. But after living with mass murderers for so many years, I know the light of Aveda Kedavra when I see it. So anyways, I was holding my chain, thinking about how I had to get out, and suddenly I'm here listening to you whine."

"Oh my god, Malfoy. I'm so sorry."

Then, without thinking, Hermione did what she would have done for anyone in his situation. She tried to hug him. Only to be shoved away.

"Get off me, mudblood."

A power came over the two helpless teens. Both felt immense pain and clutched their chests, realizing the burning in their lungs was mutual.

"What the hell did you do?" spat Draco.

That just brought another gut wrenching pain. Draco was convinced Hermione was doing this and reached out to shake her shoulders. He made contact, and as quickly as the pain started, it had stopped.

"I swear Granger, pull another stunt like that and you'll wish you were never born."

"Ah, but you're forgetting to things Malfoy. One, I didn't do anything, and two, I could simply throw your snobby ass out right now. You have your choice."

"Fine. If you didn't go anything, then what happened?"

"I dunno."

"Maybe it was Pothead. He was probably jealous that I'm with you and he's not."

"Malfoy, you're full of shit."

"Am I? Am I? You were crying when I came in. That makes me think something happened. Considering your life revolves around Potty and Weasel, it was probably something about them."

"Not that it's any of your business, Malfoy, but I was over at a friend's house and something happened and no one believes my side of the story, which happens to be the truth."

"Oh, how sad," he said sarcastically.

"Ugh. How long do you need to escape from death eaters? I'd rather you leave as soon as possible."

"Well, I dunno. But considering it's already 7:30, I'd say your mom will be home soon."

"How'd you know my mom wasn't home?"

"Your door's wide open. Even you're not dumb enough to leave it like that knowing your parental units are home."

"If you don't mind Malfoy, I'm going to bed. It's been a long day and you're right (((gasp!))), mom will be home soon. I think you'll be much quieter while you're asleep."

Hermione went over to her dresser and pulled out some pajamas. Malfoy whistled and she was mortified. In the drawer, she had her underclothes all neatly folded.

"Put a sock in it. And get off my bed!"

"Sorry Granger, but I figured I'd make myself comfortable since this is where I'll be sleeping."

"Ferret, the floor is good enough for you. You're lucky I'm not stuffing you in the basement."

"I feel so loved."

"Don't flatter yourself, weirdo."

Hermione thought she'd head out into the hall and change in the bathroom, since she wouldn't give Malfoy that privilege. But as she went to the door, she screamed. Partly because Malfoy snuck up behind her, and partly because her mom was standing right there, looking straight into his eyes.

She slammed the door.

"Hide! Last time a boy was in my room I was grounded for a month!"

"Ha! I knew you were sneaking Potter over here. Having fun with your boy toy?"

"No, you pervert. Harry's uncle beats him. He flooed over here last summer to get away from another beating, but I wasn't here. He sat in my room waiting and my mom came home and saw him. She had Mrs. Weasley ground me for even telling Harry where I lived. She doesn't trust men after what happened with dad..."

"Do tell."

"No, you need to hide and I need to talk to mom."

Hermione went over to the door, dreading her mom's confrontation. 'What if she sends him back. Hold on. One, she doesn't know where he's from and she can't get to the magical world, and two, this is Malfoy, why the hell do I care?' She turned the knob and grew more nervous with every squeak of the hinges. She could finally see who was standing there.

"Hello Hermione, dear. How are you?"

"Tonks?!"

"Yup. Do you like my hair like this? I must say your mother has good taste."

"What are you doing here."

"Escorting you and Draco to Order headquarters."

"You know he's here?"

"Of course. Now hurry up please. We're already behind schedule after that little door slamming routine of yours. When we go out, you must be quiet. Follow me closely and don't ask questions. I'm sure you'll get all your answers shortly."

"Should I bring some clothes?"

"No! It cannot look like you're leaving."

The three prepared to leave, putting on shoes, zipping jackets, and transforming into Mrs. Granger again (Tonks). They walked quickly down the sidewalk, hoping to go unnoticed. But when Tonks led them past the Parks' house, it was obvious that that was going to be impossible. Cal was out in the yard, kicking a football with his dad. Cal threw Hermione an ugly look, but she returned the same glance better. Mrs. Parks stuck her head out the window.

"Cal, Anna is on the phone," and seeing Hermione, she added, "She wants to know if you two are still going to the movies on Saturday."

Cal didn't even look at his mom.

"Tell her I said yes."

Draco had to bite his lip to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Your disbelieving friends?" he whispered.

"How can you tell?"

"Wanna have some fun?"

"Sure."

"Just go along with me."

He wrapped his arm around her neck and leaned down, making strange noises in her ear that sent chills down her spine. She laughed, and only then did Cal notice Draco. You could see the jealousy in his face. He kicked the ball as hard as he could, hitting the mailbox. Embarrassment replaced jealousy and he ran inside quickly.

Draco and Hermione burst out laughing. Tonks was about to turn around and scold them for laughing so loudly, but when she saw Draco's arm around Hermione, she ignored their volume. They rounded a last corner and were greeted by Lupin and Moody. Draco realized that his arm was still around Hermione's neck and quickly removed it. He wouldn't be caught dead doing that again. He had helped a mudblood! Why?

"Hello Hermione! How are you?"

"Just fine Remus, how are you? I heard you're working on a cure for your, um, condition."

"I am. It's going quite well, actually. I'm the supplier, scientist, and test subject. Jolly good fun."

Hermione smiled, but felt like something was missing. She turned to Dra- Malfoy and noticed that he was standing straight, arms at his sides and no longer playing the joke. She shrugged.

"Hurry up, now," snapped Moody, "The enemy is always about."

He directed the small group over to an old shoe. Draco looked bewildered for a moment, but quickly caught on as Moody started to count to three. When he reached the number, everyone put their hands on the smelly shoe, there was a bright flash of light, and they were transported away from Hermione's neighborhood.

Upon arriving, Hermione immediately knew where they were, but thought she was seeing things.

"Remus, are we where I think we are?"

"I can't read your mind, but I'll go along with this and say yes."

A look of disgust covered Draco's face.

"Yuck!!! This is where the Weasley's live, isn't it? The Bungallow... The Bratwurst... The Bimbo..."

"The Burrow."

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Draco: Okay, now this is getting out of hand. Who in their right mind calls a home a bratwurst. You're starting to make me sound stupid.

M1L: Beauty and Brains don't mix.

Draco: Well, could you make an exception. Just this once?

M1L: No

Draco: Why the hell not?!

M1L: Because if you sound smart, you become like Herimione, and holy shit do I sound dumb talking to a character that doesn't exist. Hold on people, I need to call my shrink.

Foamy, my lord and master: No, Don't! They'll say you're crazy. Why don't you get me a bagel and creamy chee-cheese cheese creamy ch- ch- cheese?

Billy, my mind friend: I want coffee. I need coffee. Can you tell Foamy to stop inviting pill poppin friend over? He's freaky.

I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO FOAMY, MY LORD AND MASTER!

People who reviewed last time are awesome. I love ya'll. Hehe. Ya'll. Hehe. Okay, it's taken me long enough to write this chapter, so to all ya'll (yay) who are going to complain about lack of update, here's my excuse.

It was the end of the grading period so my frickin teachers broke my back with homework and I got two days off and I'm using half of one of them to write this chapter and if it's worse than the others, I don't care because I don't plan on having much time to fix it and writing another chapter is not worth my time if ya'll (yay) don't like the way I write or my story.

There.

I'm done.

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