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A/N Talk to me people! Talk to me! Three reviews, all of them from friends. If you've looked at my reviews, it looks like I reviewed myself, but it was really my stupid nine year old brother. He read my fic, but didn't log off as me, so it looks like I reviewed myself. Idiot. Yeah, the trio is reunited in this chapter, and what a reunion it is! Read on, read on…

McGonagall. Of all the teachers, of all the wizards on the planet, it had to be McGonagall.

"Erm… Hello professor?" Harry said hopefully. McGonagall looked ready to bite something's head off.

"I will be wanting an explanation." She said it like a death wish.

"Well… it's like this…" Harry started, struggling for words. It was very hard to explain why you had just flown into a forbidden place with an even more forbidden ally.

"I tricked him into it professor," Malfoy said calmly, looking McGonagall in the eye. Harry's mouth fell open in disbelief. Malfoy? Malfoy was defending him?

"I want to work for the order of the phoenix now," Malfoy continued, ever calm.

"You want to work for the order of the phoenix now." McGonagall said, her eyes widening slightly. Malfoy nodded.

"We will need to talk to Dumbledore about this. Unfortunately, he's not in right now. It seems we have no choice but to let Mr.Malfoy stay here until further action can be taken." And she stormed off.

"Is it just me, or did we just slightly avoid being killed?" Harry asked, trembling slightly.

"We did. And I get to stay!" Harry's face fell.

"What is it? It was your idea in the first place! You're having second thoughts, aren't you…" Harry bit his lip in thought.

"It's not that."

"What is it?" Malfoy asked impatiently. In his opinion, all was well. He was in the order of the phoenix, in only temporararily, and he was no longer under the influence of his father. What could be wrong?

Harry could think of something. "Ron."

"That will be difficult, won't it," Malfoy said thoughtfully. "He does seem to hate me quite a bit doesn't he?" Harry was smiling for some reason.

"Well, think about it this way," Harry said laughingly, "Up until two hours ago, we hated each other too. If I can learn not to dislike you, so can Ron." Malfoy thought about that. Harry hadn't said that he liked him, but he had said that he no longer disliked him. What did Malfoy think? That would take some work. Draco never had prided himself in the area of feelings. They confused him.

"Right Potter. All we need is a five-hundred foot dragon, so I can save him from it. Shouldn't be too hard," Malfoy said, being his usual insufferably sarcastic self. Harry gave him a look.

"Be reasonable. We just have to present you right."

"Present me right? What are we going to do, dress me up pretty and hope he doesn't kill me?"

"If you haven't got anything productive to say, keep your mouth shut. Here's what we're going to do."

And then Harry explained his plan to Malfoy. Draco snickered, thinking how un-griffindorish his companion's plan was.

"You know Potter; you're smarter than you look."

"Thanks for the compliment, I think… And call me Harry," Draco gave him an odd look, but shrugged in agreement all the same.

"After having my dad try and kill me, I'd rather not be called by his name. Call me Draco, but only because I don't want any links left to my dad." A cold fire was burning in the blonde's eyes, and Harry didn't fancy being Malfoy's dad when the two next met.

Their plan was put into motion a bit sooner than they'd originally planned.

"HARRY!!!!" The red-head screamed, closely followed by Hermione. "YOU'RE HERE AT LAST!!!!" Harry had smiled, running forward to meet his two friends.

"I've really missed you guys!" Harry said sincerely, hugging an ecstatic Hermione. Draco melted off into a corner, no as not to get premature attention.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "You're hurt! What happened to you?" Harry took a deep breath.

"I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for another student at Hogwarts. He saved my life." Hermione's eyes widened, but Ron looked skeptical.

"Harry mate, what exactly were you saved from? You were supposed to be at the Dursley's until Dumbledore came and got you, and that wasn't supposed to be for another two weeks…" Ron trailed off curiously.

"I couldn't stand it any longer, the Dursley's seemed like they were about ready to kill me, so I escaped. I went by Hogwarts to try and find Dumbledore, but it turns out that Hogwarts was being guarded. To be specific, by a dragon," Harry said grimly.

Hermione sucked in a gulp of air, and Ron's eyes opened up wide.

"A… A dragon…" Hermione said in shock.

"Yeah. Luckily for me, one of our fellow sixth years was there, and he saved me from being incinerated," Harry said, purposely making Malfoy out to be some wonderful hero. It was all part of the plan.

"Harry," Hermione said seriously, "You've got to tell us who saved you, so that we can thank him, you know?" Harry nodded, smiling. He gestured at the corner where Draco had until then been standing unnoticed.

Draco stepped forward, his lips twitching as he tried his best not to put on his trademark sneer. It was very, very hard.

Ron was mouthing something in silent shock. Malfoy resisted saying 'shut your mouth, weasel, you look like a fish'. Maybe being good was harder than he had originally thought.

Hermione thought quickly on her feet, that must be given to her.

"Thank you. We owe you a lot," She said with complete composition. Once again, Malfoy didn't sneer, however hard it was to resist temptation.

Draco nodded. "I've decided to work for you're side now. Maybe as a spy if I can manage. Harry convinced me that I can make my own choices. I don't have to follow my father's footsteps," Draco said, hints of defiance growing in his cool voice.

Ron was still mouthing silently, but Harry knew it was only a matter of time before the fiery red-head exploded.

"THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I WILL FIGHT FOR THE SAME SIDE AS THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SCUM!!!" Harry flinched. This was going to be a long, hard battle.

Hermione flinched, putting her hands on Ron's shoulders. "Calm down. People can change, it does happen. We'll talk this over like adults." Hermione was as calm as ever, and her presence of mind seemed to make Ron less likely to murder Draco on the spot.

I wish Dumbledore were here… Harry thought to himself. Dumbledore would be able to sort this all out.

And that was when Harry started believing in fate, for, as if the thought had summoned him, the door to house swung open, and in he walked.

"Mr.Malfoy, I believe we need to talk about you new post and job in the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said calmly, hints of a smile playing around his mouth, "Harry, Ms.Granger, I believe it would be best if you took Mr.Weasly upstairs and perhaps calmed him down a bit. It would be such a loss if he killed out newest recruit."

Harry sighed, smiling contently.

Yes, he thought, Dumbledore could sort out anything.

A/N I want to start another fic now, but I don't have any ideas… If you have any extra plot lines lying around, or perhaps you just don't have the time to write them, send me an e-mail with your pen name so I can give you credit. And, as always, review.