Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter and if I did Draco and Harry would be together and Sirius would not be dead tear.

Story Talk: This chapter is chapter three and seeing as how it is still midnight, I don't think my brain will function enough to give the summary thing like I had planned.

Authoress Ramble: Yay, more ramble time. I feel like rambling so, I'll tell you about my computer. Its' name is Neville. I just recently named it, because I finally found a name that fit. It continuously loses my stuff. Including my slash, which sucks because I have to go to a relatives' house or the library to get to the internet. It also freezes a lot; the control, atl, and delete buttons should be all worn away by now. When it freezes, I assume it had forgotten what it was doing. Hence the name Neville.

K, I guess I'm rambled out now so here is the next chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter Three

Dracos' Secret

Harry left the hospital the next morning in perfect condition. He headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, accompanied by Malfoy.

"I can't believe McGonagall is making me walk you to breakfast." Malfoy complained as the two boys made their way down a flight of stairs, jumping over any steps necessary.

"Not like I'm enjoying this either. Although this could have been fun, had I played my cards right. Imagine having to carry me all the way to the Gyffindor table."

"What happened to that ten-foot pole?" The blonde sneered.

"Apparently it's up your arse." Harry smiled and then turned toward his table, greeting his friends when he sat down.

"Did your detention with Malfoy just end?" Ron asked, astonished.

"No." Harry began, then he thought about it. " Well I guess, yeah."

"Oh my goodness." Hermione commented, lifting her head off Rons' shoulder. "All night, it must have been awful."

"But the question is, whom was it awful for?" Hermione gave Harry a quizzical look. "I was asleep most of the time. You know those spots, well they were worse than Snape said, a lot worse. When I went to see Pomfrey, she gave me something to help, and as a side-affect I got really tired. When I woke up, Malfoy was sitting in a chair next to my bed. He told me that McGonagall said that he was to take care of me, as our first detention. It was bloody hilarious, he had to tell me a bedtime story and everything."

"A bedtime story?" Ron laughed. "I bet he loved that one."

"Yea, he wasn't too happy. Especially when McGonagall said, it had to have a happy ending."

Hermione remained quiet through most of the conversation. Occasionally rolling her eyes when one of the comments, her boyfriend made, was completely ignorant.

The insulting of the young blonde continued through breakfast, and still didn't halt when they left the Great Hall, though it was only Ron who was talking most of the time. As the three made their way to the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione decided to interrupt.

"So what else did you have to do? McGonagall didn't just make him sit there the whole time did she?"

"No, thanks for reminding me Herm. He also had to write down some stuff about himself, I'm supposed to read it and then write my own." Harry answered glad that Hermione had interrupted Ron's tirade. Harry was never one to constantly talk badly about those he disliked. A comment here and there, but nothing like Ron, who would yammer on and on about those that annoyed him.

"That ought to be interesting." Ron said sarcastically. "He probably just wrote a bunch of lies anyway."

"Actually he couldn't. The parchment has a charm on it, so we can't lie. He told me he said his name was asparagus, but when I looked at it, it said his full name"

"Really?" Ron asked excitedly, eyes growing wide. "Now that, I have got to see."

Before Harry could speak, Hermione started to scold him. "Harry, don't you dare show him that parchment. It is not any of his business, and McGonagall didn't give you this punishment so you'd have more reason to hate each other. It . . ." Hermione made to continue, but Harry cut her off.

"Hermione, I don't plan to show anyone. Not that I can, she put another charm on it, so only Malfoy and I can read it."

"Well, all for the best. I would hate to see how things would have gotten if Ron was running around telling Malfoy secrets."

"You really think there are secrets?" Ron asked as soon as he and Harry were in the boys dorm. "You will tell me what he wrote won't you? Hermione's just being paranoid, nothing will go wrong."

"I don't think that there will be anything worth hearing."

"But if there is?"

"I don't know. Maybe Hermione is right, telling you will only cause more problems."

"Come on, mate." Ron pleaded. They had finished gathering their books and were heading back to the common room. Luckily, for Harry, Hermione came into view before he could answer. They all headed to DADA in silence.

- -

"Hey Drac" Blaise Zabini, one of Dracos' roommates was running to catch up to him.

"I told you not to call me that, Blaise." Draco said with a sigh.

"You let Pansy call you Drac, why can't I?"

"The only reason, I let Pansy call me that, is because she controls my sex life. And if it wasn't for the fact that, she is the only half decent looking slytherin girl, she wouldn't call me Drac either."

"You know I could be a big part of your sex life." Said Blaise. Not only was Blaise gay, but he only had eyes for Draco. Supposedly Draco turned him after an extremely wild game of, Levitate and Lust.

During this game a person would be levitated by a Levitate and Lust wand, and then, after levitating in circles around the group, would land in the lap of a random person chosen by the wand.

Draco, being throughly drunk, decided to play at a slytherin Halloween party in his fifth year. He landed in the lap of Blaise, and since it was a game they had to kiss. It didn't have to last for the five minutes that it did though. From then on Blaise made hourly propositions and Draco always denied. Claiming that the event only happened because he was wasted.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I am not gay."

"But if you ever. . ."

Draco didn't let him finish. "I never will be, now go away." At that Draco walked into his history of magic class and sat as far away from Blaise as possible.

A little while later Pansy walked in, receiving a glare from Blaise, she sat down next to Draco. And pulled out her ink, quill, and a piece of parchment.

What's up with Blaise? If looks could kill I'd be dead.

She folded up the parchment and handed it to her blonde boyfriend, who wrote down a reply and handed it back to her.

You have to ask? He's jealous of you, still in love with me.

Oh, do I have a little competition? Hehe

Of course not, are you daft? In order for him to be competition I would have to be gay! Which I am not!

Trust me I know that.

You sure do show it well!

Drake, calm down babe, I was only joking.

At this Draco crumbled up the note a shoved it in his pocket. Not only does she call me Drac but she has to spell it with a k! He thought, ignoring his pouting girlfriend. The lesson continued in silence. When the professor dismissed them Draco already had his things put away, and was out the door before Blaise or Pansy could say anything to him.

- -

Harry was finally able to escape Ron, after their final lesson of the day, by saying he had left something in Snapes' classroom.

"I hope you don't mind if I don't go with you, I don't think I could handle one more minute of him."

"That's fine, I'll see you in a bit." Harry made as though he were heading to the dungeons, but pelted in the other direction when Ron turned the corner.

Harry had spent most of Potions trying to decide where to go, to read Malfoys' report and write his own. The common room and his dorm were definitely out of the question, seeing as how, thanks to Ron, most of the gryffindor 6th years knew about the report, as well as the charm. He thought about the library, but Ron might go look for him there. Same with the unused corridor on the 5th floor, where Harry went to be by himself. Then remembering the Room of Requirement, Harry had made up his mind.

A place to hide from Ron, where I can read and write. Harry thought as he paced the spot on the in the corridor across from the tapestry, that showed Barnaby being beaten by trolls. The third time he walked by the tapestry, a door appeared on the opposite wall.

Harry quickly entered the room and looked around. The room was small and cozy. There were four fluffy chairs varying in size and style. Against the right wall, just inside the door there was a small mattress that sat on the floor, over flowing with pillows. The opposite wall was entirely covered with books of many different colors. In the middle of the room there was a fire place. The fire was in what looked like a large, shallow, silver bowl, that had four stubby legs protruding from the bottom. Around the fire was a gate that appeared to be holding up a steel chimney.

In the far-right hand corner, there was a little desk. On the top of the desk sat, parchment, quills, and several ink bottles. When the raven-haired boy got closer to the desk, he saw some of the parchment was written on. He picked up the closest one, which read 'Words', underneath it gave instructions.

" 'Say any word you need the definition for, then wait. When finished tap the word 'Words' with your wand three times.' Interesting." Harry said. Moments later, to his surprise, the word interesting showed up on the parchment, follow by a brief explanation of what the word meant, then all of its' tenses and a number of synonyms, and after that, several ways to use every word it gave you.

Harry then tapped 'Words' with his wand three times and laid down the parchment, moving on to looked at the rest. There was one for spelling and a dictionary of spells. There was also one that checked grammar and automatically changed any errors. But the most interesting was the one that recited the words you wrote back to you, on command.

"This could be useful." Harry said to himself, as he considered all the possibilities. "This is definitely leaving with me." Five minutes later Harry set down the parchment, which could say things in many different voices, two being Professor Dumbledores' and Snapes'. The others were not recognizable to Harry.

Harry picked a squashy armchair, much like the ones in his common room, and began to rummage, through his bag for Malfoys' report. Finally he pulled out the pieces of parchment, which were now slightly crumpled, and actually looked at them for the first time. The question written by McGonagall, which was obvious by her writing.

Harry began to read:

1. What is your name?

Draco Malfoy

2. What is your favorite thing to do in your spare time?

Create new potions.

3. What is your favorite class?

Potions.

4. Who is your favorite Professor?

Professor Snape

5.What is your worst pet peeve?

When people call me drac and spell it with a 'K'.

6. Why does that annoy you?

Because there's no 'K' in my name, there is a 'C'. Therefore it should be spelled Drac.

7. Who do you consider your best friend?

I don't have close friends.

8. Who do you plan to keep in touch with once you've left Hogwarts?

Pansy

9. Why?

Because she's smart enough to maintain an intelligent conversation. She also knows me more than anyone else, and she's really easy.

10. What are your plans for the future?

To be forced to take the dark mark, then die at the hands of the dark lord.

11. What is your worst memory?

The first time father used an unforgivable curse on me.

12. Why is that your worst memory?

Because, it was the first time I realized father really didn't love me.

13. What is your best memory?

When I got accepted to Hogworts.

14. Why is that your best memory?

Because I would no longer have to be beaten by father, every day.

15. What do you look forward to most during the holidays?

Fathers' business trips.

16. Why?

Because, father can't hurt me when he's away.

17. Do you look forward to school starting?

Yes.

18. Why?

Because, it's away from father, and I feel safe here.

19. Who is the person that you most wish you could have befriended?

Harry Potter.

20. Why do you wish you would have befriended that person?

Because he is intriguing and very talented. And he's the only one who can help me.

21. Who is the person that you are glad you didn't befriend?

Harry Potter.

22. Why don't you want to be friends with that person?

Because it would have put him in danger.

23. What peer do you admire most?

Harry Potter.

24. Why do you admire that person?

Because he is everything that I can't be.

I hope you liked it. Please Review, it will be greatly appreciated. Chapter four is all written and I'll post it once I've gotten some reviews. I'd set a limit but I really don't know what to expect. I'll try to get to computers as often as possible to check. And again Review.