A/N: Bonjour, and welcome to chapter 2 I can't believe the response I got to chapter one I'm astounded. But I love each and everyone of you and I hope you like this chapter oh and I'd like to thank my beta reader Arigazi she's wondeful and amazing and I wouldn't change a thing about her.

So without further ado, here's chapter 2

"What was that all about" Poppy asked coming back out of her office.

"Weasley." Lucius said bitterly, wanting nothing more than to be able to go hunt down the redhead and tear him apart limb from limb.

Poppy sighed. "What did he do this time"

Lucius looked at the nurse in shock. "He's done stupid things like this before" .

"Many, many times. Now, I suggest you just get comfortable. You're not going anywhere tonight."

Lucius groaned and flopped back down onto his pillow.

"Harry! Harry wait up!"

Harry slowed down and stopped, leaning against the wall, waiting for both Draco and Hermione to catch up.

"You don't think I'm fat, do you?" Harry sniffled.

Hermione pulled Harry into a hug. "You know I don't. You're beautiful, Harry. How far along are you?"

Harry smiled waveringly. "'Bout seven months."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Wow, Harry, that's wonderful. You and Lucius must really love each other, huh?"

Harry nodded and grinned. Draco sighed in relief, for once he wasn't the one trying to put the Boy Wonder back together again.

"They better." Draco said from behind them.

Harry laughed outright. "You of all people should know how much, Dray."

Draco scowled, but both Harry and Hermione could see the blush tainting the normally pale cheekbones.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What did you walk in on?"

"You don't want to know." Draco muttered, blushing harder.

Harry chuckled. "Trust me, Mione, Draco now knows to knock before he comes into our room."

Hermione fanned herself with her hand. "Damn, Harry."

"What? Just because I happen to have an active sex life and Draco doesn't…" Harry trailed off smirking.

"Hey, I resent that. I'll have you know just because I don't do it like a bunny on viagra doesn't mean anything. I happen to have a perfectly fine sex life."

"I'm sure you do, Dray." Harry said condescendingly.

Draco looked at Harry in outrage. "You little tosser! I outta…" He waved a threatening fist in front of Harry's face.

"Do what, lovely?" Harry asked, now leaning against Hermione, who was trying hard not to laugh. "I'm waiting."

"You suck." Draco muttered, lowering his fist dejectedly.

"I know I do." Harry said lightly. "Which is why I'm still trying to figure out why you hang out with me?"

"Shuddup, Harry."

"Gee, Dray, I love you too."

It was too much. Hermione burst out laughing, earning twin looks of shock from Harry and Draco.

"You two are so funny." Hermione gasped out before dissolving in giggles again.

Harry and Draco just shrugged, not sure what they could say to that. It wasn't every day somebody said they were amusing.

"Sorry guys, but seeing you two like this is like some bizarre dream." Seeing the questioning looks she was getting she elaborated. "You two getting along was something I hadn't ever thought of. I basically thought you'd hate each other 'til one of you died, then the other would come and dance on that one's grave." Twin looks of horror were sent in her direction. "What? You two were going at each other's throats every day the last time I saw the both of you."

"Yes, well things change." Harry said simply.

Hermione snorted. "Well, obviously. I want to know when. And how. Give me all the juicy details. Oh, and, Harry, I absolutely adore that ring."

Harry blushed and looked down the corridor. He scowled at Ron who had just turned down it. Ron looked fearfully at him for a moment before scurrying off in the opposite direction.

"He'll come around." Hermione said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I hope so, Hermione." Said Harry before he set off towards their quarters, with Draco in tow.

Hermione looked after Ron for a second before quickly setting off after Harry and Draco. Hermione caught up to them just as Harry muttered a password in what she assumed was Latin. She followed the two boys into the Malfoy family quarters.

Once inside she realized just how lucky Harry truly was. The place was more homely than she imagined it could be. The walls were a soft blue color matching the richer coloring of the carpet; a roaring fire was going in the fireplace, and the couch looked like it would eat you if you sat on it.

"Please sit." Draco said, gesturing to the couch. "Harry'll be right back."

Hermione nodded and sat down on the couch looking at the pictures on the table in front of her. She picked one up and smiled at the happiness it exuded. It looked like a formal family picture, but she could practically feel the love the people in it had for one another.

"It was taken about a month ago." Draco announced, indicating the picture in her hands.

Hermione looked up and smiled before replacing the picture back on the table. It was then that Harry came back in carrying a shoe box. Sitting down next to Hermione, he opened the box revealing the pictures inside. She looked up at him curiously and picked up one of the pictures on top. It looked fairly recent as Harry was quite clearly showing, but the thing that got to her was how depressed he looked.

Harry shrugged. "I was feeling pretty low that week."

Draco snorted. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one." Hermione looked at him curiously. "Harry wouldn't come out of his room for anything. No one could figure out why either, still don't know why for that matter."

"Why?" She asked clearly puzzled.

"I'm not even sure why I was feeling so low. I think I might have been thinking about Sirius again."

Draco and Hermione looked at him knowingly. Harry just smiled sheepishly.

"Tell us next time, Boy Wonder. My dad was going insane trying to cheer you up, you know."

"I know." Harry mumbled looking embarrassed.

Hermione nodded and dug out another picture from the box. It definitely wasn't recent. She flipped it over and read the date that was printed in the bottom corner: 15/8/97

She looked up at the two boys quizzically.

Draco shrugged, he didn't know Harry well enough then.

"Care to explain?" She asked, handing the picture over to Harry. Harry took one look at the picture and laughed.

"It's a long story." Harry warned.

She smiled. "You know I wouldn't want it any other way."
Harry smiled.

Dear Mr. Potter,
It is our deepest regret to inform you that Hogwarts will no longer function as a school.

Harry gaped and almost dropped the letter. No more Hogwarts?

However, it will be functioning as a safe home for any witch or wizard who seeks safety during these dark times. We are extending an invitation to you to come join
our family here at Hogwarts. Send your reply by owl.

With hopes of seeing you soon,
Minerva McGonagall

Harry let out a loud whoop of joy and immediately pulled out a quill and some ink and quickly wrote that he'd love to come. Tying off the knot to the leg of the school owl he ran around his room and started packing everything including the gifts he had just gotten the night before for his birthday. But by far this was the greatest gift he'd ever received for his birthday. The chance to leave the Dursleys for good.

Throwing the rest of the stuff into his trunk he closed it with a loud click.

"Boy, what are you doing in there!" His uncle roared through the shut and now spell-locked door.

"Packing." Harry answered, seeing no need to lie about it.

He heard his uncle huff through the door and heard the door knob rattle.

"Why won't this blasted door open?" He yelled. Harry snickered imagining the lovely shade of red his uncle's face must be turning. He loved being seventeen.

"Spell-locked." Harry answered honestly.

Vernon spluttered loudly. "You're not allowed to use magic. They'll kick you out of that freak school for good."

Harry snorted. "They wouldn't. This morning I turned seventeen meaning I'm fully within my rights to use magic whenever I see fit."

"WHAT!" Vernon bellowed.

Harry laughed outright. This was too funny. Too bad he'd be leaving shortly. "You heard me."

He smiled when he saw an owl fly into his room holding a small package, seeing the familiar printing of his head of house he opened up the letter first.

Dear Mr. Potter,
Enclosed is a portkey preset to bring you to the Great Hall at 12 o'clock. Have a nice day.

Minerva McGonagall

P.S. Harry dear if you need help becoming readjusted you know where to find me.

Harry chuckled, crumpled up the note, and opened up the package. Inside he found a stainless steel bracelet. He quickly put it on, not wanting to miss the appointed time. Shrinking his trunk and Hedwig's cage, he placed them in his pockets telling Hedwig to go ahead to Hogwarts without him. He was vaguely aware that his uncle was still trying to get into his room. He briefly wondered if maybe he should unlock it, but quickly cast it aside. He wanted to spend his last few minutes at the Dursleys tormenting his uncle as much as possible. Waving his wand he smiled in satisfaction as a soft melody started playing through the room.

"Boy, you better not be doing anything unnatural in there!"

Harry rolled his eyes. Only five more minutes now. "Of course not, Uncle Vernon." He called out slowly losing himself in the music. Before he knew what happened he was suddenly pulled from his small bedroom on Privet Drive and landed unceremoniously in the Great Hall. Expecting to have fallen on his arse like he always seemed to, he was surprised to find someone holding him up. Dusting himself off he turned around to thank the person and froze. There, looking perfectly gorgeous, Gorgeous?in black pants and a white blouse, was Lucius Malfoy. Harry shook his head slightly, not quite believing that he was really seeing the older man.

"Mr. Potter." Lucius said coolly, inclining his head slightly.

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times before managing to squeak out 'thank you.' He never felt more foolish or ill prepared in his life. He stuck out a hand expecting Lucius to take it and shake it. He was surprised when the elder Malfoy simply clasped his hand and held it.

Lucius chuckled softly. "Dumbledore's expecting you in his office. Wouldn't want to disappoint him now would we?"

Harry shook his head 'no.'

Lucius shook his head slightly as well, before kissing the back of Harry's hand. "Always a pleasure speaking with you, Mr. Potter."

Harry, for the second time in a short while, was gob smacked as Lucius Malfoy confidently strode out of the hall. Shaking himself out of his state of shock, Harry slowly ambled off towards the Headmaster's office. Idly thinking that it really wasn't the Headmaster's office anymore, after all, left was right, up was down, and dragons were soon going to fly through the halls. He snorted at his own stupidity and reached the gargoyle that led to the Headmaster's office. Suddenly it dawned upon him that he didn't know the password anymore.

"Er," Harry said staring dubiously at the gargoyle.

Without warning, the gargoyle sprang out of the way revealing the staircase that led to the office. Harry just shrugged and started climbing the stairs. With his luck today the headmaster was about to say something that either a) he wouldn't understand or b) wouldn't like all too much. Hoping very much that it would be something he wouldn't understand, he knocked on the large oak door.

"Harry, come in." Dumbledore called out.

Harry opened the door and stepped inside. Shutting the door behind him he made his way to his favorite chair and sat down.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

"Albus, Harry. Seeing as I'm no longer your headmaster."

Harry nodded and began to wonder just where this conversation was going.

"I take it you bumped into Lucius?" Albus asked calmly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "More like fell on top of him." He mumbled still a bit uncomfortable about that meeting.

"What was that?" Albus asked his eyes dancing with mirth.

"Nothing." Harry sighed, instinctively reaching for the cup of tea he knew was waiting for him on the desk. Not surprisingly it was there. He took a deep sip of it and sighed in contentment. "So what exactly did you need me for?"

"Actually, it has to do with Lucius and subsequently Draco."

"What about the Malfoys?" Harry asked curiously.

Albus peered at the raven-haired youth over his half moon spectacles. "It seems that Narcissa's death has freed them of a few things."

"Mrs. Malfoy died?" Harry asked in shock. Lucius hadn't even seem aggrieved by it.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, fortunately along with her death went the male Malfoy's desire to serve Voldemort."

Harry looked at him quizzically.

"You see, Harry, Lucius only served Voldemort at his parents' bidding and fearing being disowned he married Narcissa a staunch supporter of the Dark Lord. Fearing for his life and Draco's when he was born, Lucius assumed the role of faithful Death Eater right up until her death. Now with her gone and his parents long dead he switched sides. A very good idea on his behalf."

"So he's no longer a Death Eater?"
"Oh no, he's still a Death Eater, as is Draco, something -I regret- had to happen, but now they are both spies. Lucius is particularly good at it and being Voldemort's right-hand-man has its benefits, but it also means he's in the most danger as well."

"Why's that?" Harry asked enthralled with what he was hearing.

Albus looked at Harry seriously. "Harry, he's in a precarious position. If Voldemort becomes suspicious because the Order seems to be one step ahead of him all the time Lucius' life might be forfeited."

Harry gulped. He didn't even want to think about it. Which was strange. If someone had said that Lucius Malfoy might die at any given moment Harry normally would have been rejoicing. After all, the man had tried -unsuccessfully of course- to kill him a few times.

He gazed curiously at the Headmaster. "So they're just like Severus now?"

Albus nodded. "Indeed they are."

"Oh." It wasn't at all adequate enough, but it was all he could think to say. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling about it, let alone be able to tell someone else how he felt.

Confused and tired, Harry bid Dumbledore good afternoon and left the office. Once outside of it he realized he had no idea where he was going. Walking aimlessly through the halls, possessions still in his pocket, Harry found himself outside of the library. Seeing that he had nothing better to do, he walked inside. He had wanted to look over the spell book that Hermione had given him for his birthday and what better a place to do so than in the library. He rather missed Hermione at the moment, not having seen her since the last day of term. It suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea when he was going to see Hermione again. Or even if he'd ever see her at all. Feeling rather depressed now, Harry made his way to Hermione's favorite table. He was beginning to wonder if maybe Madame Pince wouldn't make a plaque saying just that. Reaching it he sat down and sighed.

Looking around to make sure he wasn't being watched, he pulled out his miniaturized trunk from his pocket. He whimsically thought that today might not be so bad after all.

Boy, was he ever wrong.

Hermione was enthralled. There was so much about Harry that she realized she truly didn't know. After all it had been an awfully long time since she last saw him.

"My father fancied you even before that spell was performed." Draco drawled, looking distantly interested.

Harry cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "He did?"

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. Did he have to explain everything? "My father was never openly affectionate with anyone, not even my mother. The kiss on the back of your hand is a shock. I haven't seen him do that to anyone…before you of course."

"Really?" He asked blushing.

"Yes, Boy Wonder." Draco said exasperatedly. "Really."

Hermione smiled mischievously at Harry causing him to blush even more. Harry began to wonder if his face might permanently turn this shade of red if he stayed like this too long. He watched her stand up and stretch. Lazily he looked at his watch and gasped in shock. It was already 8 o'clock.

"Well, I guess I better go and find Ron." She said, leaning over and hugging Harry. "Any suggestions on what to do with him when I find him?"

"Quarter him." Draco stated bluntly, not feeling a drop of pity.

"Don't let him sleep on the bed tonight?" Suggested Harry.

"That's a keeper, no offense, Draco."

Draco just raised his hands in surrender. Harry was grateful. He had been petrified of what could have happened when Draco and his two best friends initially met. Of course Ron had overreacted, but that had been expected. Just, Harry had hoped that he wouldn't have gone to that extreme. Hermione had taken everything in stride which was more than Harry had hoped for. After all, Draco hadn't been the nicest person the last time she had seen him, but then he should have known Hermione would have been the cool-headed one.

Unlike himself. He thought furtively.

"Night, Mione." Harry said standing up and kissing her on the cheek.

Hermione smiled and hugged him again, before bidding the two boys good night.

A/N: So...what did you think? Was it good...bad...medium? Hm maybe I should think more positively about myself. I always seem to have a lack of confidence in myself with these things. Must fix this problem...

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