Turning Point.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: don't own anything.

Warning: mentions of self-mutilation/ cutting, swearing.

Thank you to my only reviewer, She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc. lol thanks for pointing out the spelling mistake in the title. :p

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Draco Malfoy lay on the rickety old bed in one of the many rooms of

Grimuald Place, listening to Ron Weasley yell at his mother and the painting of the late Mrs black scream about mud bloods and blood traitors.

"HE CANT STAY HERE1 HES A DEATH EATER, HONESTLY MUM, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING-"

"FILTHY TREAROUS TRAITER, HOW YOU DARE ENTER YOU MY HOUSE AND-"

He closed his eyes, his head hurt, everything hurt, his mind and body. Lying here listening to the Weasel's yells of anger Draco had never felt more alone, more afraid.

He had been lonely at the manor but his own things and memories of his parents had surrounded him.

Here he was totally alone, nobody wanted him here, no one trusted him, and no one cared.

He rolled on to his side and wrapping his thin arms round himself he curled into a ball.

Draco screwed up his face, squinting his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay and failing. Feeling the wet trail run down his face he couldn't help the sobs that racked his body, starting off loud and quickly becoming silent until they were none existent as he succumbed into darkness.

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Ron was mad, no that was an understatement Ron was pissed. His mum just didn't seem to get it. Malfoy was a death eater, he was evil and mean, he couldn't stay here, not at Order Headquarters.

"Mum, please listen to me, he's a spy, we can't have him here, if he finds out anything he will run back to his master and tell him! You don't know him like I do. He's evil, he's scum, he-"

"He is staying here wether you like or not so you better just get over it. Now why don't you go write a letter to Hermione and Harry hmm?"

He glared at the women standing in front of him with her hands on her hips before grinning as an idea suddenly struck him.

"Muummm" he began in his most innocent and whinny voice "could I invite Harry and Mione here for the rest of the summer?"

She peered at him, before nodding once "I don't see why not."

Ron grinned his plan was going perfectly.

"If Harry and Mione come her then Malfoy cant be here." He said a look of triumph in his eyes.

But Molly didn't fall into his trap as he had hoped.

"Of course he can dear, this house is big enough for all of us. Now, go and don't even think about harassing that poor boy." She called after him as Ron trudged angrily form the room.

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It had been two days since Draco had arrived at number 12 and he had only been out of his room to go to the bathroom. The only person who ever saw him was Mrs Weasley when she bought him his meals and came to collect the dishes. If it weren't for that you wouldn't be able to tell that another person was even there which suited the houses occupants just fine.

Ron thought the least they saw of Malfoy the better.

Ginny, Fred and George didn't care either way.

But they were all curious as to what he got up to in there and Molly was feed up with it all. He was a growing boy and growing boys need their exercise. Which was why she was heading up the stairs a look of determination on her face. One way of another Draco Malfoy was coming downstairs to spend the day out of his room and socialising.

Draco was still lying on his bed, wearing the same clothes he had arrived in having not showered on been bothered to get changed. In fact he hadn't been bothered to do anything the last few days really. He ate when food was put in front of him and got up only to go to the toilet.

He only knew what time it was when Mrs Weasley bought him his meals so when she knocked on the door he called out for her to come in thinking he was going to get breakfast

So he got a bit of a shock when she ripped the covers off him and ordered him to get up before opening the curtains.

"You have 15 minutes to have a have a shower and get changed then I expect you downstairs to eat breakfast with the rest of us. Understand?"

He nodded dumbly.

Molly turned away, a smile of satisfaction on her face. If she had known it would have been that easy she would have done it the day he arrived.

Draco watched her leave feeling sadness start to take over. He couldn't go out there, not with all those Weasleys' there, not when he was too tired to fight. Walking over to his trunk he rummaged round it looking for some clean clothes before heading to the door and walking down to the bathroom closing the door softly behind him.

He spent half an hour in the shower; just letting the water run down over his body soothing his muscles and washing away the dirt and grime that had built up over the last few days.

It was just as he was stepping out that he heard the shouts of Mrs Black. He couldn't make out what she was saying but over the last few days he had learnt that she only yelled when the doorbell rang.

He scowled, just what he needed more people.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he headed over to the mirror above the bathroom cabinet and using his arm he wiped away the condensation that had formed, and what he saw made him sick.

Even with Mrs Weasley forcing three meals on him every day the weight he had lost was still evident. In the harsh light of the bathroom, his skin looked pasty and the bags under his eyes more prominent. His hair now clean didn't have the usual lustre that it once had his bones stuck out. Tracing his eyes down his body, they stopped at the red lines that marred his pale arms. Sliding his eyes to them, he bought his arm up to his face tracing his fingers over them softly.

Feeling hot bile rise up in to his throat he bent over the sink and threw up what little contents his stomach still held.

"Dear? Are you alright?" Draco jumped slightly as he heard the concerned voice of Mrs Weasley through the door.

"I'm fine." he called, throwing on his clothes as fast as he could.

"Are you sure? If your sick then you really shouldn't be up and about, maybe I should get Snape to have a look at you."

"NO! I mean, I'm fine" he opened the door, "really I am."

"Well alight but if you feel sick you just tell me, ok?"

Draco nodded a forced smile on his face, though she didn't seem to notice.

"Well, now that that's sorted, I'll show you to the dining room. It wasn't until you got in your shower that he realised you wouldn't know your way round and I would have sent Ron up, but well, you know Ron."

He smiled politely. Not saying anything, just nodding and smiling when he felt he should have. Outside he looked cool and calm but on the inside he felt like shit.

"- and then Tonks and Moody arrived-"

He bit back a groan at that. He knew who both of those were. Moody from fourth year and Tonks because she was one of the people who had informed Mother and Draco of his fathers death. He knew that none of the Weasleys' knew of his parent's deaths but he just hoped for her sake she kept her mouth shut about it. He didn't want people pitying like they did potter.

"Ah here we are dear," she said stopping outside a door. He hadn't been paying any attention to the way they had been walking and had no idea they had arrived. Smiling she pushed open the door and waled in. Draco slowly followed standing tall, his face devoid of any emotion.

The room went completely silent with everyone staring at the blonde haired boy in the doorway. Draco took the time to survey the room. A big table stood directly in the middle of the room. Sitting at the bench on the side closest to him was Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. At the head of the table sat Arthur Weasley and on his right sat George Weasley, Moody, Tonks, Remus Lupin and Harry Potter. Mrs Weasley took the seat at the foot of the table leaving him with the seat beside the female Weasley. Aware of all eyes on him he walked over to the table making sure he didn't let the fear he was feeling show. It was only when he seated that some one moved and that some one was Harry Potter.

"What the Fuck is he doing here?!"

A/N: hm. Im not very happy with this but atleast Harry and Draco are finally in the same house. Once again, soz for any spelling, gramma mistakes, I did check it but I dont know wether I got them all. I know Draco is abit OOC but he needed to be and honestly how would you act if both your parents had just died and you had to go live with people you dont like? lol, read and review people, this will get better.

Kia Ora Dragon