Here's Chapter 8. Don't for get to review. Enjoy.

--

Chapter 8: Forming a bond.

"I'm not sure what it is yet, but soon I'll know what it's wearing." He told timothy. "We're going to be late if you continue to stand here."

"Don't send him around my store alone," Timothy frowned. "Come love, we're going to start off simple with black and white."

He led him through the store picking out three shirts and three pairs of slacks.

"Draco," Tim called.

"Perfect." Draco approved. "Go next door and tell Samantha you're her 2:30 appointment."

Ron grunted something that remotely sounded like, "Yes master," and walked out.

"Who is that?" Tim asked.

"It's Ron,"

"The Ron?"

"Yes, 'The Ron'"

"275.43," Timothy said ringing him up.

"That bums costing me a fortune," Draco grimaced. "Hermione's going to wonder where this money went."

"Tell her a very good cause." Tim told him bagging the clothing.

"Thanks Timmy,"

"No problem, I'd do anything for you Draco," he said with a wink causing Draco to laugh.

"I bet."

--

"I never told you I could work miracles," Samantha scolded Draco when he walked over while she was washing Ron's hair.

"I know," Draco sat down in a near by chair. "Just do your best with out cutting it all off."

"Like yours?" Sam asked.

"No, Like Harry's. Only more subdued." Draco told her.

"You and Harry come here?" Ron asked a little hurt.

"Not at the same time," Samantha said. "We're afraid they'll try and cut each other with the clippers. Again."

"We only attempted that once," Draco grimaced.

"It's a shame you did it at all," she turned off the water. "I had to call Hermione from work to come and get you both."

"Yeah," Draco laughed. "She had a fit."

They moved over into the main room as Samantha sat Ron down in a chair in front of a mirror.

"Looks like you two are starting to form some type of bond."

Draco and Ron chose to ignore her comment.

--

"Now where are we going?"

"To my house so you can change clothes."

"And after that?" Ron furthered.

Draco didn't answer as they pulled into the driveway.

"You have ten minutes." Draco told him opening the front door.

He waited by the door as Ron changed clothes.

"How's this?" Ron asked opening the door.

"Tuck your shirt in," Draco walked into the room her shared with Hermione.

"This room is huge," Ron said admiring the things that were in it, as Draco walked into the closet.

"Here," He said shoving a belt into his hand and pushing Ron out the door.

Ron slipped the belt through the loops and stood there receiving a once over from Draco.

Draco shoved a box into his hands, "Put these one,"

Ron opened the box and slipped on the shoes Draco tossed him, before following him out of the house.

--

"People don't start using Meth for nothing," Draco began, " and that little shmeal you gave at C.A. gave me a small insight on why you started. Besides that fact that you're pathetic."

"I knew there was an insult in there somewhere." Ron glared.

"You have a two hour session with a therapist, her name is Dr. Morgan." Draco prepped. "Please act like you have a jolt of common sense while you're in there. I don't want to have to baby sit on a confidental session."

They again got out of the car, walking through the double doors.

"Mr. Malfoy," a young woman caught his attention. "She can see him early."

Draco nodded.

"Follow Axis," He said referring to the young woman as he went and settled down in a chair.

--

It was 6:30 when Draco finally got home, he showered before preparing dinner.

He froze a second when he heard Hermione walk through the front door.

He felt her moving past the kitchen and walking upstairs toward their bedroom and in their shower.

Fifteen minutes later Hermione came back downstairs clad in Pajama's and took her seat at the table where she watched Draco prepare her plate while sipping on the ice tea he'd set before her.

Hermione continued to stare at Draco even after he had set a plate of some new pasta creation he had thought of during his sleep in front of her.

"It won't kill you," He told her sitting down across from her.

"Care to share where the Meth came from?" Hermione asked after they continued to sit in silence for a few more moments.

Draco shook his head. "Not with you individually."

Hermione glared, before recalling where he had gotten that statement.

"Fine," Hermione began to eat.

The two finished their meals in silence. Together like they did whenever they ate dinner at home they washed and dried the dishes filling them back into the cabinets.

Traveling into their bedroom, they slipped between the sheets. Hermione facing away from Draco, who sighed and tried to get as comfortable without as he could.

He drifted of to sleep, for the first time in several years he felt empty.

--

"Where've you been all day?" Ginny asked Ron when he answered his home telephone.

"I went to see Hermione earlier." Ron answered. "Ginny I want to find a job I think I'd be good at."

"Umm…who are you and where is Ronald Weasley." Ginny asked, frowning on the other end.

"Funny Gin, I'm serious. I'm a college grad, here has to be something out there for me."

Ginny smiled. "Of course there is, we'll find you something."

"I knew I could count on you for help."

"I'll even make sure it doesn't have spiders."

"Thanks..."

--

Review. Next up date 6/3/06