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"All I could do Ron," I had lowered my voice darkly, stressing the point in my tone, "Was repeat 'Its me Hermione, Its me Hermione'… I thought maybe he might remember. It was awful!" Ron looked quizzically at me for a few moments, before the light bulb clicked in his head and another useless revelation poured out.

"Well," He began confidently and I swear I could have smacked him over the head at that sound, "Maybe it's a good thing he doesn't remember you? I mean look at how he has sucked in Harry, don't you think there is the possibility it could have happened to you too?" And then my anger faded, my unjust misplaced anger towards Ron seeped away, annoying me I couldn't vent all this confusion inside my head. Ron was right though, the way Draco had squeaked out Harry's name was enough to break my heart and it certainly wasn't directed at me. I couldn't bear to think of what might happen to myself if I was in that situation, however analytical I was.

"Ron, do you think we should take him off Harry's hands?" I asked timidly, because indeed neither of us wanted to be in that situation as I explained before, but Harry hadn't recovered from the war still; it was evident in his eyes and the way he spoke. More so how he still trained for situations of war, even though we were in peaceful times. Draco, I knew, would only fuel the sadistic obsession Harry held and that scared me.

"Hermione, do you really think I want the ferret cooking for me? Its an act, we know that," (I looked pointedly at him here to which he responded with a correction of 'we' to 'I'), "And I don't want to be poisoned in my sleep!" How Ron got from food to sleep was a mystery to me, but then again some men like Ron only really think of a few things.

"The thing is though," I softened the tone of our conversation, "I don't think it is." Wide eyed, Ron sipped his coffee in an attempt to ignore my opinion as he thought he was right. At the end of the day, who knew? It could well be an act, but learning from experience we had to let Harry deal with it on his own until he came to us for help.

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The next time I saw Harry, I was apparently intruding on his personal time alone with his thoughts. He grumbled as he made me some tea, he growled when I sat down and he looked deathly at me when I asked how he was feeling. Being the friend I am I put up with it, pursuing what was going on not an option and neither did I really want to know.

"Where's Draco?" I asked as he sat across from me, his body flopping down on the sofa, "I thought he would have scrambled to open the door or something." I said it from truth, but I wish I hadn't when he tried to strangle his coffee cup.

"There has been another incident," He ground out between his teeth, "And I am not so sure I can keep handling these stupid freak outs he keeps having." There was my opportunity to say something like 'What?' but kept quiet, like a good little girl.

"I walked in on him in the bath…" He said like he knew I thought something like that was coming. I nodded my head in understanding, and he looked so saddened I couldn't help the cuddle that swept me off my seat and into his arms.

I hated to see him in so much pain, but then again that's what I was here for and nothing at that moment could make me leave the embrace that locked the comfort I gave right into his bones.

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I heard him shuffling in his sleep. It was bad of me, I know, to be listening outside his door at such an ungodly hour but he had been sleeping so roughly, coming downstairs in the morning so groggy and I could see it in his eyes that all he wanted was a decent nights sleep. I refused to give him any kind of sleeping potion as his weak body wouldn't be able to handle it, and as of yet I hadn't got round to asking Hermione for something he could take without being conked out for a day and a half.

My nosiness was cut short as I leaned in closer to his door, and heard a faint mewling of my name. Sighing to myself I got the courage to open his door to the second best bedroom in the house. The bed inside was covered in pure white Egyptian cotton which laid against ones skin with no protest. A normal sized double bed was what was covered and what Draco laid onto sleep, so I found it weird he slept on the very edge of the bed, even more so on top of the covers.

He looked up to me upon my entrance, his eyes glazed over with tears and tentatively I made my way towards his bed in the hopes of relieving some of that pain, to destructive to be kept up inside.

"What's the matter?" I asked him, my voice soft. I wasn't ready (although I should have known it would have come if I went into his bedroom in the middle of the night) for the unleashed anger inside of him.

"Come to make a mockery of me now have you Potter?" He spat, and I really believed for a few seconds that I was back in Myrtle's bathroom.

"No Draco, why would I ever do that?"

"Like I don't know!" He growled out, and suddenly the kitten had claws. I moved towards the other side of the bed, climbing under the covers and pulling the side he was on out from under him, wrapping it around his lithe body carefully.

"You know what Draco?" I asked calmly, ready to break at any moment but keeping my anger in check at the scared eyes which betrayed any form of life from inside of him. He shook his head no, a simple beckon for me to continue, "If I wanted to buy you for sex, don't you think I would have done it by now?" His eyebrows raised a little, and I smiled at the denouncing of his fear.

"Buttering me up?" He asked and I shook my head, with a little giggle coming forth.

"I'm what some people call celibate…" I admitted for the first time in my life. Not that the act of celibacy was chosen, at the beginning of my sexual awakening, by myself.

"So, why were you crying Draco?"

"Its just something I do!" He said in a loud whisper, his body turned towards me. Indeed I believed him, in some sense as it was what I used to do, but I knew there was more to it.

"Yeah?" I asked rhetorically, "I used to do it too, after my godfather was killed."

"Your godfather was killed?" He asked softly, almost in remorseful awe.

"Yeah, by your aunt Bellatrix, at the Department of Mysteries." I couldn't be anything but honest with him.

"Oh. That's sad…" He tried to move closer un-noticed but I saw and he moved away again, only for me to pull him into me. "My mother was killed."

"I know," I replied, "I was there, trying to stop it."

"Harry?" He asked after the moments I had given him to contemplate, "What did she look like?"

"What?" I asked shocked, not really wanting to tell him about the gruesome killing she suffered from.

"I can't remember what she looked like," He admitted softly, "Tell me what my mother looked like…"

"Much like you," I said softly, a waft of admiration in my voice, "Angelic, with this flowing golden hair, like yours, that sat in ringlets over her shoulders. She was a very tall woman, not too tall though. Her body was like that of a woman, not boyish in one way; she had slim curvy hips, woman's thighs and breasts not to big to be deemed ridiculous but big enough to cast natural, gorgeous cleavage.

"She had what you call an hourglass figure, which so many people fought to have either as their own bodies or for their own desires however her body was outshone by her eyes; the brightest most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen on a woman. You have those eyes Draco, those beautiful eyes.

"The thing I remember most about your mother was her hands; how artistic they were. Long slender fingers, with perfect, small nails which she painted with a natural clear shine, the one thing that could ever catch me off guard when I had her wand pointed at me."

"Harry, did you take a fancy to my mom?" Draco asked almost amusedly.

"She was a very beautiful, kind hearted woman Draco but no, I never liked your mother in that way."

"Do you like me in that way?" He asked, and there was a cocky gleam in his eye for a second before it was replaced by pure adoration. I didn't know whether that was towards me or the words I had said but it made me feel that tinge of feeling I had forced myself to stop feeling all those weeks back.

Not knowing what to say, I pulled him closer (possibly not the best thing to do) and simply whispered in his ear, "I care a lot about you Draco. Can I request one thing from you?" I felt him stiffen, but nod all the same.

"Can you be my friend instead of my servant?"