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A/N Thank you to all who reviewed!!! I was so happy! My brother had to listen to me quoting my review until he had heard them all at least ten times. Thank you RiRiana, for TWO whole reviews, and to Midnight Kitchen Raider, for the great story idea. I think I'm going to use it; I just need to thrash out the details. It's all brewing in my head, and I'm liking what's happening. I also loved your review, full of the constructive criticism I thrive on!!! Now, on to the Story!!!

Draco glanced at Harry spitefully. Yes, he thought, Potter it made sense that he was smiling happily at the arrival of Dumbledore. The headmaster favored Potter, quite a bit actually, but was not so partial to Malfoy.

So, while Harry, Ron and Hermione headed upstairs, talking happily…Allright, maybe not Ron, who was glaring back at him, Draco followed Dumbledore to what surely had to be his doom.

He was lead into a large kitchen/dining area, where Dumbledore gestured for him to sit. He did. The old wizard had a smile playing at his lips, and seemed highly amused about something, though Draco couldn't imagine what.

"Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore smiled outright, "You have decided that you are done serving Voldemort," Draco flinched, but Dumbledore ignored him, "and you would like to start serving the Order of the Phoenix." The headmaster looked at Malfoy as if he expected a response, but the blonde didn't know what he was supposed to say.

"Yes sir."

"Good. You will reside here at the House of Black, and I have a job for you. I warn you, it will be difficult, not to mention dangerous. Are you certain you wish to take it?" Draco nodded.

"You're task is to befriend Ronald Weasley." Dumbledore's eyes were shining with laughter. Draco didn't share his amusement.

"Dumbledore, sir," he said coldly. Just because he served the old man didn't mean he had to like him, "However funny you find this, I want a real job. If you don't give me one right now, Fath--" Draco stopped, the look of a lost soul coming across his face. He had been about to spit out his trademark line 'father will hear about this!' Old habits die hard.

"Yes sir. I can do it sir," Malfoy told Dumbledore, with submissiveness he had only shown his father. Then, with a little more defiance, "I know I can."

"Good. I think you'll find Mr.Weasley and the other's upstairs, probably discussing you." Malfoy nodded, leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. It was going to be a long, long night.

"And you listened to the little git?" Draco heard Ron asking Harry in a tone of absolute disbelief.

Draco was quietly eavesdropping on the trio out of pure curiosity. What could he help it if he wanted to know what was being said about him?

"Yes! For the last time Ron," Harry was saying impatiently, "I had to get away from the Dursley's before they killed me! I was desperate Ron!" Malfoy heard Ron snort.

"Sure! So now Malfoy's supposed to be the hero in all this? Am I supposed to be begging his forgiveness for treating him like the dirty traitor he is? I'm sorry Harry, but I won't do it!"

This was where Hermione entered the conversation.

"He did save Harry's life, and he has decided to fight for us. Isn't that what Dumbledore's all about? Forgiveness?" At this point Draco was worrying about his integrity.

He was dithering about being defended by a Mudblood when Weasley opened up the door, and he, who had had his ear pressed up against the door, fell into the room.

"Yeah," Said Ron with contempt, "I'm really going to trust someone stands outside the room eavesdropping on us," Harry grimaced, shooting Draco a look.

"Sorry about that. Dumbledore just gave me permission to live here until further notice. Where do I sleep?" At that point, Malfoy couldn't help it. Both the Mudblood and the Weasel looked so taken aback that he did it. He smirked. Harry glared at him again.

Hermione, ever composed, pulled herself together quickly.

"You can use Fred and George's old room. They're staying at the joke shop over the summer. Promote business and such," Hermione said calmly, "Want me to show you where your room is?" Draco was about to answer yes when he realized who was talking. A Mudblood, in other words, sub-human.

"That's all right. I'm sure Harry will show me," Draco said, closing his eyes briefly to resist shooting a look of contempt at the Mudblood for offering to help him.

"Sure. We need to talk anyways," Then, to Ron, "We can talk tonight, meanwhile, try not to break anything."

Harry led Malfoy out of the room and over towards another flight of stairs.

"What were you thinking?" Harry hissed, outraged.

"What?" Malfoy asked innocently.

"Treating Hermione that way! Ron will never trust you if you're not kind to Hermione!"

Malfoy spluttered, "But she's a—" He stopped himself just in time. He didn't care to be hit by one of Harry's curses. "Whatever. I'll try my best. My face still hurts from where she punched me in our third year. That's hard to get over," Draco said spitefully in his defense.

"Don't be pathetic," Harry said in contempt, "It's because she's muggle-born. Don't lie to me. I can tell." Draco sensed there was more to that statement than met the eye, but he let it alone.

"I'll try. It's a… adjustment not having a father to dictate your every move," Malfoy told Harry as they reached the top of the stairs. A sad look crossed Harry's face.

"Was he really that controlling?" Harry asked, thinking that he had just struck upon the reason behind the lost looks that kept appearing on Draco's pale face.

Malfoy nodded. "Like you wouldn't believe." Harry gave him a sympathetic look.

"Did you tell Dumbledore about the attack on Hogwarts?" Harry asked, as though he was certain that nobody would be stupid enough to have forgotten to tell Dumbledore something so important, and that since Dumbledore knew, there was no need to be nervous about it.

Draco, however froze, a look of horror dawning on his quickly paling face. Harry's eyes widened.

"Don't tell me you forgot!?" He asked a mix of fear and anger. Malfoy squeezed his eyes shut.

Draco nodded, indicating that he had been dumb enough to forget.

Harry looked ready to curse him, but restrained.

"Malfoy," Harry said, with iron control. "Go into that room, and you think, and you keep thinking until you have thought of a way to tell Dumbledore what you forgot to tell him earlier. If you come out of that room before you have thought of something, I swear, I will curse you until you can't move and leave you for dead."

And, for once in his life, Draco Malfoy listened.

A/N and that's Chapter Six! All reviews are, as always, welcome… Chapter seven should be out soon, and my new story should be started with in the month, thanks again to Midnight Kitchen Raider!