A/N: Survey, do you think I should refer to Draco in the narration as "Draco," and not "Malfoy?" Please help! And no, you're not hallucinating, you read the chapter title right. Good Malfoys…

Chapter 20: Good Malfoys

"I didn' bother," Rose replied, regaining composure. "I thought i' wasn' important to ya."

"Of course it's important to me. I'd want to thank whoever's done it – I mean, I'd still want to know – "

"Wha' makes ya think someone forced him into hidin' or somethin'? Wouldn' it be possible tha' he jus' decided to lie low?"

"Well, yeah, maybe… But he's been very active recently. Why'd he suddenly decide to disappear – "

"Regret."

"What, for killing Dumbledore?"

"Maybe." Rose shrugged.

"After all he's done? You think he'd regret it just now?"

Harry felt dangerously close to getting on Rose's wrong side again. Snape was always such a very delicate topic. To Harry's mild surprise, however, Rose did not attempt to defend Snape. She bit back on a different strategy.

"Wha' 'bout ya? Ya never told me Sirius was missing."

"What – I only found out last night – I wasn't even sure – "

Rose placed a hand on Harry's chest. Harry did not feel the chill because they were already holding hands.

"I think I know why."

"How do you mean?"

"I dunno where he is, 'right? But I think I know why he's disappeared."

All of Harry's suspicions about Rose were suddenly erased. If she was about to help him find out where Sirius is, she was certainly on the good side.

A few hours later, he was walking calmly down a corridor with Rose; she said she needed some confirmation about her suspicion as to why Sirius had disappeared.

"What makes you think it's not Voldemort's side that's got Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Wha' makes ya think they've got him, then?"

"I have every reason to believe it's them."

"Like?"

"Like, it was them that tried and killed him. And they kill anyone who's close to me. I – I dunno! It just makes perfect sense that they're the ones to blame about every bad thing that happens!"

"I'd wanna say ya were prejudiced, but ya prove you're jus' not tha' brilliant."

It was Harry's turn to halt.

"What are you trying to say, Rose?" Harry asked quietly.

His heart began pounding wildly. Suddenly, all the suspicions came rushing back. Did he hear and understand right?

"Ya heard wha' I said."

Rose was trying to say that Sirius' disappearance had been long before planned and expected.

"If Voldemort doesn't have him, who does?" Harry asked in a bare whisper.

Rose shrugged again. "Maybe he does 'ave Sirius after all." She set off down the corridor again.

"Rose!" Harry caught her by the arm. "Please tell me you're not on their side."

Rose stared at him expressionlessly.

"Tell me you're not on the dark side. Tell me you don't support Voldemort. Tell me!"

"Exactly what are you yelling about, Potter?"

Malfoy had appeared in front of them. Harry's attention had been focused only on Rose that he did not notice anything else.

Malfoy caught sight of Harry's hand gripping Rose's arm hard.

"You two fighting or something? I mean, if it's lovers' quarrel, you'd better take it somewhere private, you know. But of course, Potter, I'd advise you don't shout at Rose around the place if you don't want to get beaten up."

Harry closed his eyes, asking for patience. Malfoy was no help in the situation. He waited for Malfoy to stop talking before he opened his eyes, and when he did so, he found Rose smiling in a way Harry had never seen her do so; there was grim happiness on her face.

"Two for th'road, then. Wouldn' tha' be bett'r?"

In flashes of dirty grey and black, Harry lost sight of Rose, Malfoy, and the corridor they were standing in. A struggle occurred, and Harry felt a hard blow on the head. He fell face down on the floor. He heard Malfoy yell, "You!" before fainting himself.

Harry woke up a week later in the Bridgework clinic.

"Harry, how are you, mate?" Ron asked. Harry had been sitting up on his bed for a few hours already when Ron came in.

"I've been better," Harry replied hesitantly, still feeling an ache somewhere on his back.

"Listen, what really happened back there?" Ron leaned in and whispered. Harry gave him a quizzical look. "Everyone's been talking about it. Why'd Rose do it?"

"What?" Harry asked, still confused.

Ron furrowed his brows, and then pointed at the bed next to Harry's. The bed's curtains were drawn to hide its occupant from view.

"Who's in th – Malfoy?"

Ron nodded almost too dramatically.

"Why'd Rose attack you two then?" Ron asked again.

Harry ignored the question. "Where is she?"

Ron raised his shoulders and shook his head to indicate that he did not know.

"No one knows. Not even the staff. But Hermione thinks they know why she did it anyway. I'm not really sure. You know her – "

"What do you mean no one knows? She went off?"

"Yeah, went off for real this time. Appears, after attacking you and Malfoy, she fled. Left Bridgework. The Order's been searching for her but it's been a week and they've got no clue."

"She wasn't alone. There was someone else who attacked me."

"Who?"

"I dunno. I didn't see the face of my attacker. I just saw loads of dust and grey and black hair – "

"Sirius?"

"No!"

"Nah, he wouldn't attack you I guess. But who would? Who would do that for Rose?"

Just then, Hermione came in, her shoes clacking hurriedly.

"Let me get this straight, Harry. Rose attacked you and Malfoy? One girl attacked two perfectly armed boys? And you let her – "

"You're saying boys are generally stronger than girls?" Ron interrupted.

"That is not my point, Ron – "

"Well, what do you – "

"Rose wasn't alone," Harry said loudly.

"Who was with her?" Hermione snapped.

"I didn't see. It was all of a sudden – "

"Doesn't matter anyway. I've found out from Professor McGonagall what they're suspecting. She told me anyway, because you are, or were? Whatever, you're her boyfriend, and you have the right to know, and then if you found out, you would tell Ron and I anyway."

"So what have you got?" Ron said.

"Whoever, or shall I say whatever's attacked you is not human. They think Rose has been using Inferi – "

"What!"

"I know, unbelievable. But this is how it looks. Harry, do you remember what I told you before about this other prophecy involving good and evil – "

"You mean… This is what it's saying? It's – it's happening now?"

"What prophecy?" asked Ron.

Hermione discussed again the prophecy regarding pure good, pure evil, and, as Harry liked to put it, "evil wannabes."

As Hermione's talk drew to an end, Ron shook his head. "If you don't call You-Know-Who pure evil, I dunno what is."

"That's what's scary," Hermione pointed out. "If You-Know-Who's not yet all evil, what can real evil do?"

The three of them shivered at the thought and fell silent for a while. Then, a noise like a group of people talking grew louder and louder from behind the clinic doors until the doors opened themselves and in came Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, members of the Order, and with them was –

"Mother!" came Draco Malfoy's voice from the next bed. Harry turned and saw that he was awake and had drawn back the curtains of his bed. He did not look grave, though his hand was bandaged.

"Oh, Draco!" Narcissa Malfoy came running towards her son. They hugged for a while and then broke apart and Narcissa faced the Order with a thankful smile.

"Mother, what are you doing here – "

"Shh, say no more, Draco. We are safe now."

"What do you mean?"

"It seems that you have not told young Draco anything yet, Narcissa," said Lupin, smiling good-naturedly at Malfoy. Harry wanted to ask, too, what was going on, but felt it was rude to interrupt at the time.

"Well, I obviously could not. The Dark Lord has the resources and the enforcements to find out."

"I guess so, I guess so," was Lupin's response.

Malfoy stared around for quite some time, looking just as confused as Harry. Lupin, Tonks, and Narcissa remained silent. Finally, Harry could take it no longer and had to ask.

"What do you mean she hasn't told Malfoy anything? Anything what?" said Harry. After speaking, though, he felt ashamed and his face grew hot. The three adults, however, smiled at him.

"They are on our side now, Harry," said Tonks. Ron's jaw dropped and Hermione's eyebrows shot up.

"Are you serious!" said Malfoy. His yell, though, was not an angry yell. It was more like he had received an early Christmas present.

"Yes, we are, Draco. You need not worry anymore," said Narcissa's soothing voice to Malfoy.

"How'd that happen?" said Ron rudely.

"Ron!" Hermione slapped his arm.

"Well, it was a surprise!" Ron replied defensively.

"Mrs. Malfoy, please forgive him. He really doesn't mean – "

"It is fine… Hermione, is it not?" Narcissa smiled at Hermione.

"Uh, yes."

"I understand Ron here. It was most unexpected, but it was most desired for me… And for Draco as well, I think?" Narcissa looked pointedly at her son.

"Yes, but how did you know? And I did not tell you because I thought you did notlike the idea – I mean…" Malfoy's voice trailed off.

"I think your mother values your safety more than Voldemort's," said Lupin. Narcissa sat down on Malfoy's bed.

"We are not yet ready to speak his name," she said, smiling somberly. Lupin opened his mouth to answer, but she added, "In due course, we will learn not to fear him, I am sure."

"Harry, you've been silent," Tonks said suddenly to Harry, who had been staring at the scene, simply unable to believe that the Malfoys were turning to their side.

"What about Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked politely now. He also realized it was so much easier to speak politely to someone you did not hate or dislike. He wondered, however, if Narcissa had consulted Lucius Malfoy about her decision.

"He knows, and he is glad… Harry," Narcissa's face broke into another smile as she answered Harry. "I would like to only rightly apologize, Harry, for ev – "

"Don't," Harry said abruptly. "You don't need to. The only one who needs to apologize to everyone is Voldemort," – sharp intakes of breath – "and I swear we'll make him do so."

A/N: So, what do you think? Oh, tell me if you want to find out how the hell Narcissa Malfoy became friends with the Order coz if you want to, I'll tell about it next chapter. Chill! Reviews! \m/ punks not dead