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A/N third chapter! This is going to be a good one, I swear. So, R&R!

Malfoy didn't like dragons. In fact, Draco didn't like any sort of magical creatures. Ever since… He didn't like to think about what his dad had done.

"MALFOY!" Harry screamed. "GET ON YOUR BROOM, NOW!" Malfoy was practically petrified. The dragon was coming straight for him. He should run, but he couldn't… he couldn't…

"MALFOY!" Harry was still yelling, but Draco couldn't move. The dragon was starting to spit a column of flame straight at him!

Harry sighed in exasperation. He was going to have to save Malfoy, because Malfoy was too much of a wimp to mount his broom. Pathetic. Harry jumped onto his broom, and in his mind he was back in his fourth year, in the triwizard tournament.

Harry sped straight at the frozen Malfoy, snatching him up and throwing him up onto his broom. This, rather unfortunately seemed to bring Malfoy out of his frozen state.

"What are you doing Potter! Get me off your broom RIGHT NOW!"

"I was saving your life, Malfoy!" Harry yelled back, swerving violently to avoid being incinerated by another spout of flame.

"I didn't need saving, I was doing fine on my own!" Malfoy screeched angrily. Harry didn't comment.

Still dodging fire, Harry told Malfoy, "I'm going to drop you over your broom, get on it quick, and start flying!" Malfoy nodded, and didn't even comment on being bossed about by Harry, which was very unusual. Harry ignored it for then, he would ask Malfoy about it later.

They were almost over Draco's broom, almost, a little more… NOW! Harry pushed Malfoy off his broom, and Malfoy landed squarely on his broom, and took off.

"You get on that side, of him," Harry pointed to the opposite side of the dragon, "And on the count of three, shoot it in the eye!" Draco nodded, and flew over to the dragons other side. Harry flinched, Malfoy wasn't as good a flier as him, and on his way around he had been shot with the edge of a spout of fire. Harry saw Malfoy falter slightly, but regain his balance, and kept flying.

Harry dove to keep from being incinerated.

"One!" Harry swerved to the left, "Two!" Left again, "THREE!"

"STUPEFY!" Harry heard Malfoy yell, as he sent a reductor curse at the the dragons eyes. The dragon put its tiny arms up to its eyes, while roaring in rage at having been shot.

Harry knew afterwards that it shouldn't have worked. He knew that the spell he used wasn't nearly powerful enough to defeat a dragon, but he used it anyways.

"PERTRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Harry bellowed, summoning all the power in him he could find. A column of light was emitted from Harry's wand, and it worked. The dragon's stumpy little arms and strong legs leapt to its sides, and its face showed what must have been the draconic version of shock.

"Amazing…" Harry whispered, flying over to Malfoy.

"That shouldn't have worked Potter," Malfoy said, though with equal amazement.

"I know… That was weird. Let's get out of here, and get up to Dumbledore's office before the spell wears off." Malfoy nodded to Harry and the two of then headed off down a hall way, and towards the stone griffons that guarded the headmaster's office.

"Did you do anything to that spell to make it work on a dragon?" Malfoy asked, curiosity setting in.

"Not that I know of. I just put everything I had into it, and well… it worked," Harry finished lamely. Malfoy shook his head in disbelief.

"My dad told me you were powerful, but, well, I never really believed him," Draco said.

"Your dad talked about me?" Harry asked skittishly.

"Of course. All the death-eaters do. They're so scared of you it's funny," Malfoy said with a laugh.

"Do you really want to be like them?" Harry asked quietly. "I mean… well, I mean like a death eater?" Malfoy's face fell.

"I think I do. I'm not really sure… It's like I've been raised since birth to serve the Dark Lord, but after meeting you… like actually meeting you, I'm not so sure," Malfoy seemed to be on the edge of making the best decision he'd made in his life.

"Draco, you can still come over to our side. It's not too late. Dumbledore's very forgiving, he'd let you help us… I know it…" Harry said, not even thinking.

"What did you call me?" Malfoy asked, with a strange combination of emotion. Shock and a completely lost look.

"Draco… Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Like I was saying. Think it over. You're dad can't control your life; you get to pick your own sides. I did, twice," Harry said, on the edge of telling Malfoy something that only he, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore knew.

"You? You never made your own decisions. You've been on the good side all your life, and it was never and option to not be," Draco said spitefully.

"Remember on the train in our first year? You asked me to be your friend, but I turned you down, because I was picking sides. Later… Promise not to tell anybody?" Harry asked cautiously. Malfoy nodded.

"When the sorting hat sorted me, it was considering putting me in sSytherin. It wanted to… said I could be great. But I told it no. I said I didn't want to be in Slytherin, so it put me in Gryffindor. I had a choice, and so do you. Think it over," Harry finished.

Malfoy was considering it. For the first time in his life, he was considering it. He did have a choice, despite what his dad had been telling him. He could join the order, he could fight his dad, not help him… He could join Harry's side…he really could.

"We're at Dumbledore's office. Fainting fancies," Harry said, seemingly randomly. A spiral stair case appeared, and Harry stepped on, extending a hand to Draco.

"Coming?" Harry asked. Malfoy thought about it, then took Harry's hand.

"Yeah. I'm coming."

A/N Had to get that part over with. I hate writing sappy scenes. But you know, Draco had to turn good, it just had to happen. Hope you liked my dragon, I certainly did. Read on, read on… I don't know what's going to happen next, but I think they'll be at Grimwauld Place by next chapter. Read on, and review. I don't think I can update on one review…