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I'm SO sorry that it has taken me so long to update! But in between work and other "commitments" (aka uni enrolment, peoples birthdays, etc) I just haven't had the time to sit down in front of the computer and seriously type something out that is not a heap of drivel.

But the good news now! Uni should be starting in 8th March or so for me, so I will have more time to sit around and plan my fic. As bizarre as that sounds, that is like the only thing I find worthwhile doing while in lectures… Go Sydney Uni! Yeah!

So, I hope you enjoy!

"You'll wish you were dead when I get my hands on you, ferret!"

Draco, startled that a man that he couldn't even remember, who was referring to him as a ferret nonetheless, was charging towards him stood absolutely motionless as the redhead leapt towards him, pulling back his fist and punching him on his jaw, instantly flooring him. Lying from his vantage point on the floor, Draco saw the bushy haired  woman walk forward and slap the redhead on the face, as the other man came over and helped him back to his feet. Sitting back down onto the bed, he rubbed at his jaw, wincing as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, making sure that all his teeth were all still there.

"Ron, you great big fool! You had absolutely no reason to do that! How could you?! What would people say if they saw you behaving in such a manner? What would your parents say?!" the bushy haired woman said, her voice steadily growing louder, as she lost her temper. "He's already been beaten up by a bunch of thugs, and now you HAD to go and make it worse! Look at that bruise! What if you had broken his jaw? If you don't learn to control yourself, Ronald Weasley, I shall hex you into next week!"

"Hermione is right you know, Ron. If you're going to be like that, then I am going to have to ask you to leave my house." Said the green eyed man, before turning back to run a worried glance over Draco. Scoffing, the redhead – Ron – walked over to the couch and sat down to watch them.

"Don't worry Harry, I won't cause you anymore trouble. But he deserved it, after all that he put us through in school!"

"That's enough Ron." He – Harry – turned back to Draco. Turning away, he walked to another part of the apartment, and returned with a bag full of ice, which he handed over to Draco. Wordlessly, Draco took the bag from his hand and touched it gingerly to the side of his face. I just know that I'll have the largest bruise on the side of my face now. It'll make a lovely accompaniment to all the other ones that I have all over my body…

"Here. I'll try to help you with those bruises" said the woman – Hermione – digging into one of her pockets, trying to find something.

"They can wait." Draco said, removing the bag of ice from his face. "So. Ron." He pointed to the angry red haired man sitting on the sofa, receiving a sullen glare. He ignored the man and turned to the bushy haired woman. "Hermione..?" She nodded in reply, arching a finely shaped eyebrow at him before glancing worriedly at the black haired man that was still standing next to him. Turning to him at last, he looked into brilliant green eyes. "…and Harry." Glad that he had managed to pick up everyone's names from their conversation, Draco laidback down on the bed and placed the bag of ice back onto his aching face.

"Who are you all? And why do you all act as if you know me?"

            The other three occupants of the apartment all looked at each other, sharing worried and confused glances. Harry motioned towards the far end of the living room, and Hermione and Ron, taking the hint, moved away from Draco.

"Do you really think that he doesn't remember us at all?" asked Harry, a worried expression in his face. "He didn't seem to recognise me last night, when I rescued him from being beaten."

"Well, he certainly does not seem to be acting like the old Malfoy that we knew at Hogwarts." Added Hermione.

"Pfft. I bet you that he is just faking it, the smarmy git. For all we know, he could just be plotting to take over the world like you-know-who was, or maybe just seeking revenge!"

"OR perhaps, Ronald, YOU hit him just a tad too hard on the head, and he has lost his memory. It could be all your fault for all we know." said Hermione, glaring at Ron. "Well, anyway that you look at it, he doesn't remember us, and frankly, to me, it seems like a good arrangement at the moment. We all remember what a slimy git he was back in school." The other two nodded in agreement with her; if Hermione could put aside being called a mudblood, then they could put aside any petty schoolyard skirmishes as well. They all walked over back to the bed.

"Well, is your crisis meeting over, then?" Draco asked from the bed, a wry smile on his face. Harry and the others glanced over at each other.

"Glad to see that you haven't lost the sarcasm over the years…" Harry said, as Hermione and Ron went to sit on the couch. "Are you feeling better now?" Hesitantly, he sat down on the bed next to Draco, who shifted over slightly to give him some more room.

"Look, I appreciate that you have done this for me; taking me in and treating me, even though I can see that at least one of your friends was against it." he looked over at Ron before continuing. "But really, I'm fine, I'll go. You don't have to look after me."

            Looking slightly at a loss of words, Harry nodded at what Draco was saying. If someone had told him yesterday that he would have met and rescued Draco Malfoy of all people by today, and have him be civil while lying in his bed, he would have told then that they were insane, and told them to seek medical treatment at St. Mungos, since they were obviously in dire need of help. But now, here he was, with a Malfoy lying next to him peacefully. Not insulting him. Not calling names. Not plotting to get him into trouble. Not trying to insult his best friends in the world. Not trying to hex him into tomorrow. Asleep.

Looking for all the world like an angel fallen out of heaven.

But then again, it was a long way to fall.

Ok. I know that it is terribly short. And not really….. great… Actually, it's probably really anticlimactic now that I think of it…. -_-*

Aïeeeeee!!! Don't worry, the next chappie will be better, and hopefully longer, and hopefully much more plot fulfilling. Don't worry, there IS a vague semblance of one in my fat head somewhere!

            So now that you have read it, you know what to do. I do believe the button is off to the left hand side of the bottom of the screen. heee heee heee Flamers and Plot bunnies welcome!