A/N: Hello. Like I said in last chapter's author's note, things are going to get fun in this chapter. Well, for the most part. Also, you might have noticed that I added to Draco in the last chapter. Yes, and I plan to stick to it. You will notice that in upcoming chapters that when Draco gets defensive he pulls his knees up to his chest.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would rich! Rich! Rich! Rich! But I don't, and I'm not. Tear

" Grilled cheese sandwich," Harry said. " Yummy grilled cheese. Try it you'll like it. Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!"

" Okay," Draco yelled. He took a bite. Harry was right for the fifth time.

" Yummy. Okay, are you happy?" Harry nodded. " Good. So have you unblocked the fireplace yet?"

" Yeah," Harry said. " Are you ready for departure tomorrow, because Ron sent a letter saying that the Dursleys will be hooked up to the floo-network tomorrow."

" Yeah, I'm ready," Draco said he took another bite of the grilled cheese sandwich. " Any way the better question is this. Are you ready?"

" Not exactly," Harry said. " I guess I should get packing, huh?" Draco nodded, as he had taken another bite of his sandwich, and it is rude to talk with one's mouth full. " I guess I better get started." Harry opened his trunk and began to throw things in. Making sure he stopped to carefully put things of great value in.

" Harry," Yelled the voice of Aunt Petunia from down stairs. " Come here." Harry stood up.

" I'll be right back," Harry said, and left the room. He walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. Which is where Aunt Petunia can usually be found. " Yes Aunt Petunia." Aunt Petunia turned to face Harry.

" Tonight is your last night here," Aunt Petunia said. " I said your friend could stay, and I have not seen him since. I think that he should eat with us tonight during dinner. We had the curdecy to take him in, he should have the courtesy to eat with us."

" Alright Aunt Petunia," Harry said. " Is that all?" Aunt Petunia nodded. Harry turned to leave the room.

" Wait," Aunt Petunia said. " I want you both to be down here at seven, and I want you to set the table."

" Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry said. He left and went back upstairs. He opened the door to his room, and went in. " Hey Malfoy. My aunt wants you to eat dinner with us, tonight being our last night here and all."

" I don't know," Draco said pulling his knees up to his chest, and looking down. Harry felt the wall growing between them, however, this time he was determined to knock it down.

" Look," Harry said sitting down in the chair at his desk. " When it comes to the muggles it's best to just do what they want. Besides, it won't be for long. We only have to stay there until we finish eating, then we can ask to be excused." Draco nodded, and put his feet back down on the floor.

" Alright," Draco said. " I guess you're right, it can't be all that bad." Harry smiled at Draco.

" That's the spirit," Harry said. " I better finish packing." Draco nodded. Harry began to put things in his, still open, trunk. Draco opened his trunk, and began to fold his clothes, and make things a little more organized.

At seven-o-clock Draco and Harry walked down stairs. Harry quickly set the table, then everyone sat down. They were having fish and salad for dinner. To drink they had orange juice.

The dinner began tensely. The conversation contained mostly of the sentence, " Could you pass the...". Followed by the words, " orange juice", " salad", " salad dressing", and " salmon". When everyone's plates were full, the dinner began.

Draco started with the salad, eating it as slowly as possible. Next to him Harry was poking at his own food. Uncle Vernon began to drone about drills, which Draco had never heard of. To him, it was as if Uncle Vernon were speaking another language.

Finally Draco finished with the salad, and was ready to start on the fish. He looked at the knife that was too be used for cutting the salmon. Draco swallowed, and began to tear apart the fish with his fork instead. This, of course, was very difficult, and Draco's eyes wondered to the knife. He looked back at the salmon and began to eat the pieces he had successfully torn off. However, there were only four. Draco waited for a break in the conversation.

" Excuse me," Draco said. Everyone looked at him. " May I please be excused?" Aunt Petunia's eyes narrowed.

" Not until you finish you dinner," Aunt Petunia said, her lips pursing. The Dursley's attention returned to their conversations, and the dinner before them. Draco looked down at his plate.

Draco had, of course, been expecting this answer. His eyes moved again to the knife beside his plate, and he became transfixed apon it. Lucius flashed before Draco's eyes, and Draco remembered all the times his father had abused him with knives. Draco was lucky to be alive. Memories of his Father abusing him continued to flash before his eyes. Tears formed in Draco's eyes.

He grabbed the knife, unaware of everything around him. Harry watched as Draco picked up the knife. He was about to return to his dinner when Draco did something that cause quite a stir.

Draco began hacking at his left arm. Tears were pouring down his cheeks. Aunt Petunia turned ghost white, and fainted. Uncle Vernon stared at Draco, his face tuning a sickly green. Dudley's eyes were transfixed on Draco's blood which was trickling off his arm, and onto his salmon. Harry stood up, knocking his chair over in the process, and grabbed Draco's right arm.

" Malfoy stop," Harry yelled. Everyone could see Draco's arm shaking as he tried to continue to hack away at his arm. " Malfoy stop! Let go of the knife! I SAID LET GO DRACO!" Draco didn't listen. Harry grabbed the knife, and put it on the table. With one last glance at his furious uncle, Harry left the table and took Draco up to his room.

Harry let go of Draco, and closed the door. He turned around and saw Draco had his knees pulled up to his chest, and was rocking himself back and forth. Harry walked over to him.

" Draco," Harry said resting his hand on Draco's back. " Draco, calm down. Draco look at me. Stop it Draco. Look at me." Harry couldn't think of anything else to do, so he slapped Draco across the face. Draco stopped rocking, and looked up at Harry. " Draco? Are you okay?" Of course Harry knew the answer to that question.

" I HATE HIM," Draco yelled, more tears rushing down his cheeks. " I HATE HIM HARRY! I HATE HIM!" Harry didn't know what to do, or say. " I HATE MY FATHER!"

" Draco," Harry said as comforting as possible. Though, at the moment, he was utterly confused. " What? Your father is back in Azkaban. Your safe. He can't hurt you." Draco buried his face in his hands. " Your father can't get you. You're safe."

Harry and Draco carried Draco's trunk into the living room. It was noon, and Mr. Weasley said that he would come to get them then. Harry looked at the Dursleys, they were in the dinning room eating lunch, not wanting another run in with Mr. Weasley.

Harry and Draco sat on their respective trunks and watched the fire place patently. Harry grabbed his Firebolt, which was leaning against a chair. There was a flicker of flame, and Mr. Weasley appeared. He smiled at the two boys.

" Hello," Mr. Weasley said. He turned to Harry. " Shall I tell you aunt and uncle we're leaving."

" Er, no," Harry said. " They already know, and I have a feeling they don't want a reminder." Harry thought about the events that had taken place the night before at dinner, and remembered the look Uncle Vernon had given him.

" All right," Mr. Weasley said. " Harry, I think you should go first. The others are waiting by the fireplace. You go with your things, then you will," Mr. Weasley looked at Draco who nodded. " and I'll follow with your trunk. Here Harry. I brought our pot of floo-powder." Harry took a hand full of floo-powder, and stepped into the fireplace.

" The Burrow," Harry said throwing the floo-powder on the ground. Green flames burst before Harry's eyes, and he felt himself whirling. He was used to this now, he was beginning to feel a little sick when he stopped. He found himself looking at Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley.

" Hey mate," Ron said as Harry stepped out of the fireplace, pulling his trunk along behind him. " Where's your friend?" Harry smiled weakly.

" About that," Harry began, however, he was cut off by the arrival of Draco. There was an awkward silence. A very long awkward silence.

" Malfoy," Ron yelled, breaking the silence. His face turned they same shade of red as his hair. " Malfoy is the person who was staying at your house!" Draco stepped out of the fireplace, and stood at Harry's side.

" Ron, listen," Harry started, however, Ron didn't let him finish. He turned, and ran from the room. Harry looked at the others. They all looked confused, or, like Ron, angry. All of them, except Mrs. Weasley.

" Hello Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. " Hello Draco, dear. Harry, why don't you take Draco up to Ron's room." Harry nodded.

" Okay," Harry said. " Come on Draco, let's go." All of the others looked even more surprised. Draco nodded, and picked up the other end of Harry's trunk so they could carry it up the stairs.

" Oh and Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. Harry turned and looked at her.

" Could you send Ron down. Tell him I want to talk to him." Harry nodded, and the two boys proceeded up the steps.

They finally reached Ron's room. They put the trunk down, and Harry opened the door. He leaned his Firebolt against the wall before picking up the trunk, and bringing it in.

" Ron," Harry said. Ron was turned away from him. " Your mum told me to send you downstairs. She wants to talk to you." Ron stood up, and left the room with out even muttering a word.

" He hates me," Draco said putting down the trunk, and sitting on one of the cots that hade been set up for them.

" Nah," Harry said scooting his trunk under his cot before sitting on it. " He despises you. He hates me." The two sat in silence for a few moments. " We should probably change your bandage." Draco nodded as Harry pulled his trunk back out. He began to look through it. " Damn it all. I forgot to pack the gauze. Oh well. I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have some."

Harry stood up and left the room, Draco followed after him. The two began to walk down the stairs, meeting Fred and George half way. They were carrying Draco's trunk. Harry waved at them.

" Thanks," Draco said as he passed. Fred gasped, and George nearly dropped the trunk. They looked at each other in surprise, before shrugging and continuing up the stairway to Ron's room.

As Draco and Harry neared the bottom of the steps they heard the sound of shouting coming from the kitchen.

" Give him a chance Ronald Weasley," Mrs. Weasley said calmly. " He has changed quite a bit, and right now he needs friends." Harry and Draco stepped into the kitchen and waited.

" I don't care," Ron yelled. " He treated us all like we were beneath him ever since the first day we met him five years ago! Last time I checked he was still a jerk! No one can change that fast!" Harry coughed. Mrs. Weasley and Ron looked up at him.

" Er, sorry to interrupt," Harry said apologetically. " Mrs. Weasley, do you have any gauze?" Mrs. Weasley smiled at him.

" Of course we do," Mrs. Weasley said. She walked over to one of the drawers and opened it. She grabbed the gauze and closed the drawer before walking over to Harry and handing him the gauze. " There you are dear." Harry smiled.

" Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said he turned and walked to the door of the kitchen, but stopped. He turned around. " Come on Draco." With that Harry left the room.

" Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Draco said before turning and following after Harry. Mrs. Weasley turned to Ron.

" I told you that he changed," Mrs. Weasley said. Ron glared at her before leaving the kitchen to go back to his room.

Meanwhile, Draco and Harry were in the bathroom. Harry took the small bits of metal that held the gauze together off the gauze on Draco's left arm and attached them to the gauze in his hand.

" You wash you arm," Harry said as Draco unraveled the gauze on his hand.

" Oh no, they ran out of soap. They must have more."

" We can only hope," Draco said as he turned on the sink. " Maybe they have some under the sink."

Harry nodded and squatted down to opened the cabinet. Neither of the boys heard or saw the door opening, and neither boy noticed the red-headed, Ginny Weasley, step into the bathroom.

" Ha! I found another bar of soap," Harry said triumphantly. He closed the cabinet and stood up. He saw Ginny out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look at her. She was ghost white and was looking right at Draco. His left arm to be exact.

" Uh oh."

A/N: He! What fun! This chapter was fun, deep, and moving all at the same time! Whoot, whoot! Go me and my fanfiction-writing-self! -