Disclaimers: same as in the first

Author note: sorry this part took so long this story has grown in to a monster the storyline extend way beyond what I intend so it's taking me a while to work out the story.

Author note two: sorry but the HP crew has developed a case of bad language

Chapter 2

Draco Malfoy looks quite comfortable asleep in my fucking bed. Between me and Ron we dragged him home, got him cleaned up. He has many scares old badly healed, as far as I can see there are no new wounds. He's been on the run for awhile. He doesn't talk just pats us and smiles, charming smiles that are creepy as fuck. Mostly because his eyes are so empty and he's so quite. Until sixth year I never knew a Malfoy could be quite. Until sixth year, I didn't know a lot of things. He fell asleep while we were trying to get him into pajamas. We mange to get the pants on but gave up on the shirt after he hit me in the face for the sixth time. Ron and Hermione shared a bed so I had to give the rat my own bed. He could have taken the sofa. It wouldn't have made much of a different. I don't think even knows where he is.

Ron sits in a chair staring at Malfoy. I sit slumps against the wall. Ginny hasn't sent me a letter in three days. I'm starting to get worried. She usually sends me two letters a day at least one when things are hectic.

"She's fine Harry stop frowning."

I look over at Ron. He looks tired slumped uncomfortable in the hard wooden chair.

"She should have sent me something by now. "

"She's a hard bitch she can take care of herself."

"I wish you wouldn't call your own sister a bitch."

He shrugs and goes back to looking at Malfoy. Something happen between Ron and Ginny the summer after sixth year. Neither of them wants to tell me what happen. But I can feel the chilling effect. Hermione comes into the room five books supported in her arms.

"I found a spell to give him a new arm. It won't be flesh muscles and blood but it will work like a normal arm."

"What about the infection you said he had."

She frowns. "I think were going to have to call in Neville. He really good with plants, I'm going to need the hybrid to make the potion. I think this is going to take some serious work."

Ron sits up in his chair. "So you can fix his arm. What about his brain? He's really starting to freak me out with all the smiling and patting."

Hermione gives him a smile and dumps the books on the night table with a loud crash. Malfoy doesn't even flinch

"He's in shock, scared and sick."

"So when will the smiles and pats stop?"

Hermione shacks her head at Ron and turns me. "I need your help with the spell Harry. You're the strongest wizard here so it has to be you who shapes the arm"

"How are we going to do that?"

"I'll explain when I get all the kinks worked out. Right now Ron you should go get Neville. Harry, help me wake up Draco. We need to get him talking. I need to know what he used to cut the arm."

"Draco?"

She shrugs "We can't really call him Malfoy. He might think we're talking to his dad. He's more than a little confused right now."

Ron laughs, "Confused she calls it. He's a fucking smiling vegetable"

Hermione shoves Ron out the room than moves to stand by the bed. "Draco, it Hermione can you wake up. We have to talk. Open your eyes"

She touches his left arm. Draco jerks awake, eyes wide. He looks us over then scrambles to the top of the bed, pulling his legs up to his chest. He cradles his broken arm against his face.

"I told him to fuck off. I did. He thinks he can find me. Not anymore, I dealt with him. No arm no mark, no arm no mark, he can't find me with out the mark, no arm no mark." He smile a full on smile full of shine white teeth. How has he mange to keep his teeth so clean?

Hermione step closer to the bed "Draco I need you to tell me what you use to cut off your arm. We can't fix the arm if we don't know"

Draco sat back on his folded legs, head tiled to the side staring up at Hermione lips parted. "I don't want it back. He can find me if I get it back."

"Draco we won't let him find you."

Draco smiled, a small delightful smile that went nowhere near his eyes. "Dumbledore said the same thing than Snape killed him"

He said Snape name with as much hatred as I thought it. Perhaps Draco wasn't as stupid as I thought. I move to stand by the bed. "Why the sudden hatred of Snape"

Draco laughed, "Snape fucked me over… Snape. You…" he cut himself off, Laughing he lay down on the bed arm still clutch to his chest. Two second later, he was asleep.

Ron came back into the room "Neville coming. I'm going to meet him in a few. I thought I hear Malfoy?"

"You did he was talking. Harry mention Snape he cackles and goes back to sleep."

"Cackles?" Ron looks amused

"Yeah cackles. I think Snape did something to him."

Ron shacks his head "Snape saved him dragged him off the battlefield. Why would Snape turn around and hurt him."

"Snape does what ever Voldemort want of him. If that means hurting Malfoy than it's done." They turn it look at me.

"But Draco was his favorite."

I smirk "So what does that mean to a man with a black heart"

Shaking his head Ron goes to stand in the doorway. "I have to go get Neville you two have fun watching over the Malfoy." He smirked and left the room Hermione eyes followed him. When she speaks, her voice is soft. "Has Ginny sent you a letter?"

"No. Ron say not to worry. How can I not worry It's been almost four days."

Hermione gave me a small smile "She'll write "

She sits on the edge of my bed. "Draco wake up we have to finish our talk." She pokes him twice he jerks awake. His eyes seem clearer than they've been all night.

"Granger" His voice is low rasping, more stable than it was the last time he woke.

"What did you use to cut your arm?"

"Sliver knife …I stole it from a muggle. Throw it in the waste with the arm."

"How long ago was that?"

He looks down at his arm and frowns "I don't remember before it got really cold. They sent Nott after me. I killed him. I won't go back no fucking way… are they ever getting this kid back."

Hermione speak to him in a low calm voice. "Why did you break you wand Draco."

"Magic it brings them to me. Easier to hide out with the muggle with no magic stick."

He nods his head twice than shacks it as if arguing with himself. He slips further down under the sheet.

"Potter." He say my name like it a ward. A shield against what? Than just like that he's asleep again.

Hermione sits back. "Every time he wakes he's more lucid. The bath and the warmth are doing him good."

"You say he has no magical signature what does that mean."

"I'm not sure really just that I don't feel the magic in him."

"Is it possible to get rid of you magic?"

"If it is Draco has found a way to do it. He not working for them Harry you can't fake this."

"I think your right Hermione. But that doesn't make it any safer to keep him here."

I turn and leave the room. Draco Malfoy asleep in my bed. Ginny hasn't written in three days. Lupin hasn't contacted us in two day. Snape is still out there betraying. He has no loyalty to anyone but Voldemort.