Chapter Two: Brothers For Now

"MALFOY?" Hermione could not believe it. Malfoy was at Zelia's house? Why the hell was he there?

"Hermione, are you there?" She heard Harry ask on the other line.

"What? Yeah, I'm here. Hold on one minute, I'll be right there." Hermione slammed the phone shut and turned to Theo. "Theo, I have to go. Something, um, important just came up. You might want to stay here."

Before Theo could argue, which he was definitely planning on doing, Hermione had run as fast as she could out the door and to her car.

"Okay Hermione, see you in a few." Harry said into the phone before hanging up. "So Malfoy, are you going to explain this to me again?"

Draco Malfoy was sitting cross armed on the couch Hermione and Theo had been snogging on only an hour earlier. He looked up at Harry in disgust. Ron said he was in the kitchen looking for some snacks, but in reality he was writing a letter to his father.

"For the last time Potter I don't know. All that I do know is that I received a letter from my mother this morning right after finding her gone. The letter came with a portkey that activated about an hour after I finished reading the letter." Draco said, trying his hardest to control his anger.

"Well can I see the letter?" Harry asked for the umpteenth time.

"No. Not until Weasel gets a response from his dad." He sneered. "Yeah, I know what he's doing. I'm not stupid."

The large room filled with so much tension you could cut the air with a knife. (A/N I hope I used that right, but you get the idea)

"I'm here! I'm here!" Hermione suddenly came running into the room, tripping over the rug and slamming her head into the back of Draco's.

"OUCH! BLOODY HELL!" Draco grabbed the back of his head and jumped up as he turned around. "WHAT THE HELL GRANGER?"

"Sorry, wait, why am I apologizing to you? What are you doing here?" Hermione demanded as she stood up.

"Potter, would you care to tell her what I have told you for the past hour?" Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry.

"All he's agreeing to say is that there was something in Sirius's will that Dumbledore didn't tell me (A/N I think I'm going to not kill Dumbledore. This is the summer before seventh year, but HBP did not happen, I'll fill in the blanks though, don't worry. P.S. I don't remember if I said this already or not, but I hope I will remember this. Wow that was long.). Apparently his mom is gone and his dad is still in Azkaban, and-"

"Oh just shut up Potter." Draco turned to Hermione. "Basically there's something Dumbledore didn't tell Potter after Black died that affects us both." Hermione looked at him in disbelief. Who the hell would believe this crap?

"Got it!" Ron came running into the room with a piece of parchment in his hand. A long piece of parchment. "Hi Hermione. Where's Theo?"

"Party, but what's that in your hand?" Hermione asked. She walked over and tried to take it from his hand, but being nearly a foot taller than her, Ron was easily able to hold it above her reach.

"Hermione, I think Harry should be the one to read this." Ron told her solemnly.

"She can read it. I-I think it would be the best idea." Harry said. Sirius's will was in his best friend's hands. He was about to hear it for the first time.

"Are you sure Harry?" Hermione quietly asked. She was thinking the same as Harry. Ron handed the parchment over. Hermione scanned the parchment once before reading aloud. She finally found the part she was looking for:

'Harry, for years I have been kept from you and now we have been reunited. I feel that you should know that should anything happen to me, you have a brother to take care of. My godson, just as you are, so the relationship is not by blood. When my cousin Narcissa gave birth to her son Draco, I was made his godfather. She and I continued to keep in touch behind the backs of everyone, everyone except for her best friend through a pen pal program, who turned out to have had a son a few weeks after you were born. Narcissa and Lily both made me their sons' godfather and made a pact that if anything were to happen to either of them a bond of brotherhood would connect you two. When Lily and James died the bond began to form. Should anything happen to Narcissa, well, we'll be one big, happy family. You, me, and Draco. Today, on the day of my death, or at least when you read this, should it be before Narcissa, Draco and your bond will be changed. It will be up to Narcissa to complete the bond. Should I die before Narcissa, I want you to know that you two are brothers and if you love me you will try to get to know him. Draco is a decent kid and it is his father's doing that he is who he is today. I have written to him and he writes back, Narcissa tells him that I am a distant cousin. Please watch after him. He may be the big brother, but you are the-'

Hermione could not read any more. Harry and Malfoy had a fraternal bond?

The three boys were looking at her, waiting for her to say something. The room was still. Hermione cleared her throat and read aloud what she had in her head, stopping after 'Please watch after him' because of an outburst from Draco.

"That was my distant cousin I wrote to for eight years?" He yelled out, jumping from the couch he had taken a seat on when Harry told her to read the letter.

"Yeah, um, Draco, I don't think that that should be the major priority at hand here." Hermione said. She looked over at Harry. He was sitting on the armchair with Ron standing beside him with his hand on his shoulder. His eyes were filled with surprise and anger. Hermione knew that he was upset, just from how white his knuckles were turning. "Harry, are you okay."

"Y-yeah. Um, thanks." He stood up and took the letter from Hermione's hand and shoved it into his pocket. "I think I'll finish this later." He walked in a daze into the kitchen.

"I'll go." Ron said. He rushed off to follow Harry, leaving Hermione with Draco.

"So I'm related to Potter now?" Draco asked.

"Not biologically, but yeah." Hermione quietly replied. She looked down at her hands as she sat down on the other side of the couch.

"Oh." He looked at the letter he had taken out of his pocket.

"Are you going to let us see the letter?"

"All it says is that I have a brother, she's sorry she never told me, crap that was in the letter and such." Draco looked away. He couldn't believe what had happened that day.

"So what are you going to do?" Hermione finally asked after a few moments of silence. Draco looked at her in confusion. "You said that your mother was gone. And your father is still in jail, right?"

"So?"

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

"He's going to stay here."

Hermione and Draco turned around and saw Harry standing in the doorway. His eyes were strong, yet pained. He tried to hide his confusion with a brave stance. His face was pale and his body was oh so slightly shaking.

"What?" Hermione could not believe that Harry was suggesting that his arch enemy stay in the same house as him, completely ignoring the fact that it wasn't even his house.

"Sirius would have wanted it. Whether we want to admit it or not, we have a bond and I will not let him down. Not him, and not my mom."

"Harry, I-"

"What about my mother? I need to find her." Draco stood as well.

"We can help you, but she would want it as well. We're brothers, I don't quite know how, but we are. I'll help you, but I swear that if you do one thing-" Harry began threateningly, but Draco just sneered. "What?"

"I always wanted a baby brother. And now that I have one he's pretending that he's in charge." No one was expecting that. "Nice to know my family cares." He finished sarcastically.

"Yeah, family. Not by choice, but by fate." Hermione spoke out. "Guys, something needs to be done. We need to know exactly what's going on, but for now, Malfoy, you are Harry's family and Harry is our family. We need to get along until we can figure something out."

"Wait, so what's going to happen to him?" Ron asked.

"He can stay here." Everyone turned around and saw Zelia in the doorway. "Don't worry Ther, Theo told me that your friend called and you came straight over here. I assumed it was something magical, otherwise you'd bring him." She looked over at Draco. "Who's that?"

"Draco Malfoy. We met a few summers ago at the Ministry Ball." Draco said warily. "Your mother owns the 'Wand-ing More' chain of salons and fashion line and your father runs the currency devision in the ministry."

"Oh yes. I remember you now. Our friends, Courtney and Shane, they ended up writing to each other every day until he found out that you and her made out in the cloak room an hour after he left." She said with a smile. "Thanks Thera for the advise. Sent her straight back to Liam."

"Not the time Zelia." Hermione tried to whisper.

"Thera?" Draco asked. A smile was on his face. An all knowing smile, but with a hint of confusion.

Hermione sighed. "It's the name I use in the muggle world Malfoy. Deal with it because that's what you will be hearing me be called."

"Wait, what's going on here?" Zelia asked.

"Long story, but Draco needs a place to stay." Everyone was shocked. Harry had called Draco by his first name? "My godfather's will told us that we're related through a magical bond. I think it would be best if he stayed with us."

"Say no more. Any relative of my cousin's friend is welcome here. Especially when my parents are out for who knows how long. Do you have any bags?" Zelia smiled.

"What? Harry, you can't be serious." Hermione was shocked.

"Hermione, no. This is for Sirius."

"But Harry-"

"Ron. No. I don't care." Harry turned to Draco. "Brothers, for now."