AN: I know this is going along slow but now it's gonna be a bit worse. I have no clue whats going to happen now XD. It's not that I don't know how to write down something, but I absolutely don't know what to do. If you have any suggestions send them in a review or email to me!

AN2: I'm VERY sorry for the long wait. This story wasn't coming easy and school has left me with little free time. I can't say I'll be updating, this story atleast, again very soon, but there's the possibility for another story or one shot to tide you over. This chapter was not beta'ed because it would just take another 2-3 days then to send this in, I'm sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes.

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Ron stared nervously between Harry and the Headmaster. He had been summoned almost immediately in the morning- after breakfast thankfully, missing double Potions with the Slytherins- to have a 'chat' of some sort. He coughed slightly, looking at Dumbledore after a small flick to Harry, "So, um, what's going on again, Professor, and why did I need to bring Draco with me?"

Harry looked a bit nervous and he kept glancing at the ferret Ron was carrying in his hands.

Dumbledore's eyes were letting off that familiar twinkle. "It seems, Mr. Weasley, that you have a habit of picking people for pets." Ron raised a brow in confusion and just stared at him. The Headmaster tried not to laugh, "It seems Harry here had found out the true identity of your little friend there, in the same fashion as Petigrew." Dumbledore left it at that, never mentioning the map.

Draco squirmed slightly in his hands, knowing where this was going. His new redheaded master turned to Harry quickly, eye widening, "And so… who is Draco…?" He gulped slightly, not wanting to lose the only friend he had had in such a long while.

Harry coughed slightly, laughing nervously while rubbing the back of his neck and never making eye contact, "Funny that you should call him Draco…" He met Ron's eyes sadly and said very quietly, "You're holding Malfoy in your arms, Ron."

Draco had finally squirmed out of his hands and took off, squirming in the nooks and crannies of the circular staircase and disappeared down the hall.

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'I won't cry… I won't…' Ron thought to himself. He was sitting on his bed, rocking back and forth slightly. His thoughts were a total jumbled mess. Draco was the one who had been Ron's only comfort all those days. Draco knew about how he was depressed because of Harry. Draco saw him naked in the shower, slept in his bed, ate his food.

Ron audibly gulped. Draco knew how much he had missed him.

With his head tucked in between his knees, he begged himself not to cry.

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His body ached horridly. The small ferret took in a deep breath as he rounded another corner. Mrs. Norris batted at him lightly with her paw as he passed, but otherwise left him be.

He didn't quite know where he was going. Usually in times of distress his little furry feet would carry him to the dungeons, the only place he usually felt safe. As a first year and onward through his school days he would usually seek the cold damp dungeon rooms to think or comfort himself.

Where he ended up was at the Gryffindor tower.

He resigned to his fate and snuck in with a gaggle of 3rd years, hurriedly crawling up to the boys dorms and curling up in a familiar scent, upon the second bed from the window.

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He needed to pack. No, what was he thinking- it's not as if he could room anywhere in there. He needed only his wand and maybe a single set of clothes.

Sirius worriedly paced back and forth in his room. Dumbledore had sent him a very cryptic note about some odd little troubles and it had him worried to tears.

Or so, that's what his excuse was anyway.

He had cleaned up as best as he could. Shaved, trimmed his hair so that it brushed just below his ears in uneven snips. A new pair of robes, easily becoming his favorites, that were a deep black malleable leather, adorned his body, brushing against his old worn dragon hide boots.

His mirror did not reflect his worry at his appearance, rather it simpered at him, winking suggestively every time Harry popped into his head…

Both of them at that.

Let it not be said that Sirius Black has never blushed before. A quick trip to the bathroom might be in order first.

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Ron never expected to see the little white companion of his sleeping back on his bed. Too tired to really protest, he pushed down the covers and crawled in, nestling his cheek against the soft snowy fur.

The next morning was hectic, as Tuesdays usually were, but this one was especially panicky.

First off, some large black dog had stormed through the school and pounced upon one Mr. Potter. Secondly, some 3rd year Slytherin's had everyones, including their own, tricked with something to change skin colors. And thirdly, Ron was called down to the Headmasters office.

Draco seemed to be in decent spirits atleast, calmed by the fact that Ron didn't seem to be angry. Dumbledore eye was nearly blinding in it's usual twinkly-ness.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, folding his hands neatly under his chin, "Now, Mr. Malfoy, we seemed to have found a cure to your problem." Draco's head snapped up at this. "We believe that you might not have necessarily been spelled into any specific animal, but rather your hidden Animagus form." If Draco had the ability, his eye would have twitched violently. As it were, Ron was suffocating from holding back his giggles. Dumbledore just smiled at them, "Luckily, this can be cured with a simple potion which Professor Snape is working on now. It should be done within the next hour or so."

Dumbledore now addressed Ron, "As for you Mr. Weasley, you need to get back to your classes, and I hope you won't mind helping Mr. Malfoy with his missed work."

Ron shook his head, "No Sir, that would be fine." He removed Draco from his shoulder, putting him on the desk. He rubbed the furry little head lightly with his finger before leaving.

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On the other side of the castle, Sirius Black was getting the berating of a life time. Harry had stolen out the room of Requirement and dragged his godfather down there, trembling slightly with rage. Sirius smartly kept silent. The room was absolutely bare except for one hard chair and a very bright light shining down upon the chair, which Sirius was sitting upon. Harry continued to pace back and forth muttering under his breath.

He finally stopped walking, plucked his glasses off and rubbed his face tiredly, glancing at his godfather out of the corner of his eye and shaking his head. Putting back on his glasses he stepped in front of Sirius, "What were you thinking?!"

Sirius looked slightly guilty and whined out softly, "I just wanted to… see you… I heard something weird was happening and I wanted to make sure you were okay…"

The boy sighed, touching his forehead lightly to the other man's, "Why didn't you just mail me?"

Sirius kissed his cheek lightly, grabbing Harry around the waist and holding him tightly, "I wanted to actually see you though, I missed you…"

Harry sighed, laying his head on his godfathers shoulders, "Yea, yea... I guess it doesn't matter anymore anyway, you're already here."

Sirius grinned widely, confident that he had won the fight and buried his nose into the soft black hair before him, "You can't say you're not happy about it."