A/N: Here's Chapter Two, for you, my loyal readers. Well, there's not much of an A/N to put here, so I won't write too much. Also, please take into note, I am very proud of the length of this chapter, since my hands are killing me and my joints are stiff. See, I'm really allergic to bug bites; they get like the size of nickel, and hurt really bad, almost like spider bites. 2 nights ago I got really mad at my mom, and ran out of the house and up a tree… Well, everywhere but my hands and face were covered up due to my hoodie and jeans, so mostly my hands got bit up. 6 bites on one, 8 on the other. So, yeah, I'm kind of doped up on meds right now, so please excuse any bad spelling errors… eek I think Night Lady got most of them, but she's not that reliable sometimes. luffs her Night Lady, but thinks she's a ditz sometimes Night lady is reading over her shoulder, and smacks her Okay, onto chapter 2!

Disclaimer: Why do we have to put these on every chapter? If you really need to read that I don't own the damned series of books known as Harry Potter, go to the first chapter!

As it turned out, Draco Malfoy, recent orphan, didn't say anything at all. It have been over a week since he had been taken to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and had yet to say a single word. In fact, it spooked Harry a bit. "It's not normal!" Harry declared, once again with Ron and Hermione.

"What's not normal, Harry?" Hermione asked, barely looking up from her homework.

"Him! He's just not normal! I mean, He doesn't speak. He hasn't said one word, derogatory or otherwise!"

Hermione let out a loud sigh, and put her quill down, next to her freshly-finished transfiguration essay about transforming people. "Harry, he's probably in shock. He did loose his parents, you know. You were what? Eighteen months old? Two years old? He's 17, Harry."

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "I guess. I mean, I can't even remember my parents that well, and he did grow up with his for 17 years."

Ron looked at both of them like they were insane. "Mate, you do remember we hate Malfoy, right?" He asked.

Harry cringed. From the look on Hermione's face, this was going to turn into another fight. "No, Ronald, you hate him!" She said, adding a bit of venom to her voice.

"What about you, Harry, don't you hate him anymore!" Ron said, looking like Hermione had just totally betrayed his trust. Harry tried hard to become invisible, trying not to get involved between his two angry friends.

"I… I think 'hate' is a strong word…" He muttered.

Ron looked scandalized. "Harry! God, what is going on between you two? Hermione, he called you 'mudblood'! Harry, He's a Death Eater!" Ron said, looking like he couldn't believe the two of them.

"'Called', Ron. 'Called', as in past tense. Have you noticed he hasn't said anything lately! Jeez, you are an idiot, Ron. Look to the future, not the past!" Hermione stormed out of the room.

Ron looked at Harry. "What's her problem?" He asked. Harry shook his head, standing up.

"Well, I don't think it's her that has the problem, Ron. She's right." Ron looked like Harry had just declared he had a crush on Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Harry… You… Her… What is going on? Are you guys playing a prank or something?" He asked.

Harry shook his head. "No, Ron, we're not. Face it, Malfoy just isn't Malfoy right now. Okay? Just get over it and leave him alone." Harry said, and walked out of the room, following Hermione's footsteps.

Draco sat on the edge of 'his' bed in the room he had to share with Potty. Living here was unbearable, at the least. The house was dirty and disgusting. Grime was in the corners. Of course, Malfoy Manor had had a fleet of house elves to keep everything immaculate. There was never a speck of dust.

He guessed as far as living with the Golden Trio, it wasn't that bad. The mudblood had tried talking to him a few times, but he had brushed her off. Weasel was more than intolerant. He was a bloody menace. It was amazing that no one had killed him before this. Potter… Well, they boy-who-wouldn't-fucking-die-already was okay, as far as mortal enemies go. He didn't bother him. Actually, he didn't do anything as far as Draco was concerned. He told him where the towels were, and when dinner was. That was all the conversing they had, and it had all been one-sided, anyway.

Draco could hear them arguing about him in the sitting room below. Draco didn't get it. Did they feel sorry for him? It was probably pity. Pity the poor Death Eater who hides in the upstairs bedroom, who just lost his parents. He didn't want their pity. He would rather die. He heard someone coming up the stairs.

Someone was stomping up the stairs. He looked up in time to hear the door open. Hermione Granger, mudblood queen, stood in the door. She walked over to him, determination in her stride. She grabbed his hand. "Come on. You are coming downstairs to fight for yourself. I am tired of doing it for you!"

Draco was slightly taken aback, but didn't struggle. Hermione let him out of the room, and down the stairs. Towards the bottom, they saw Potter. He made a move to question what Hermione was doing, but she just put her hand up to silence him. Draco was confused. What the hell was going on?

Hermione led him to the sitting room. Ron was reading a quidditch book. "Here he is, Ron." She said. "I'm tired of defending him, so why don't you just ask him why he's here and then tell him how much you hate him, and everything else you told us."

Ron stood up. "Hermione, this is ridiculous." He said.

Hermione shook her head, and pushed Draco further into the room. "No, Ronald, it's not. If you can talk trash about him when he's not in the room, and you profess to hate him, then you should be able to talk trash about him when he is in the room." She said, her eyes flashing danger.

Harry looked at Draco. His face was flushed and he was looking out of place, confused. Behind him, the clock ticked away entirely too loudly to be allowed. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

"I'm waiting, Ronald." Hermione said.

Ron was blushing red. "I… I can't do it, Hermione." He whispered.

She nodded. "I thought so. You're just another spineless Weasley. You're just like Percy!" She said.

Ron's face went red. "You bitch!" He yelled. "How dare you! I am not like Percy!" he yelled. Hermione snorted, rather unladylike.

"Prove it, Ron!" she yelled.

Ron glared at her. "Damnit, Hermione! You're always doing this! I cannot believe you!" He yelled back. Draco stepped out from between the two fighters, careful not get in their way.

Hermione glared at him. "Face it, Ronald! You're just an idiot! God, you know something! I am breaking up with you. You are an idiot. I can't even hold a decent conversation with you without you saying, 'huh' or 'what' half a dozen times!" She yelled.

Ron looked slightly aghast. "Hermione… Are you breaking up with me?" he asked. Even Draco laughed a little here.

"Yes, Ronald! I just told you I am breaking up with you. Go sod off, Ron!" She yelled. And then she stalked off.

The three boys were left in the sitting room. Soon, Ron walked out of the room. "Well, Malfoy, that was interesting." Harry said. Within a few minutes of the sour company, Harry turned to Malfoy. "If you actually said something, I think you'd be better company. Even something rude, you know." Harry gathered up Hermione's left-behind books, parchment, and quills, and left the room to go return them to her.

Hearing the commotion, and hoping to get 3 particular teenagers into a lot of trouble, Professor Severus Snape walked into the sitting room. Instead of the 3 teens he had hoped to see, Harry, Ron and Hermione, he spotted only Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Upon seeing his potions professor, Harry took off like a bottle rocket to find Ron. He wasn't going to hang out with his potions professor, who hated him, and his mortal enemy… Who also hated him.

Draco sat down on one of the chairs and put his head in his hands. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Malfoy?" Prof. Snape asked.

Draco lifted his head and looked at his teacher like he had suddenly grown a third eye in the middle of his forehead. "Where should I start at?" He asked, his voice rusty from lack of use for the past couple of weeks. "First off, my parents are dead. Secondly, I am living and rooming with the Golden Trio and the entire Weasley family… Minus a couple of members, or course." Draco paused here.

Prof. Snape also added, "Don't forget. Tomorrow night, you will receive your dark mark, and you have another decision to make then."

Draco looked back up at his teacher. "What decision is that, Professor?"

Snape lowered his eyes. "You cannot be a Death Eater and live at the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. You must spy for one or the other, or else the Dark Lord will have you killed. You can act well, Draco. Spy for the Order."

Draco didn't know what to say, other than, "How do I do that?"

Snape seemed to sense his concern. He decided to break his vow of silence and tell Draco the truth. "Draco, why do you think I am here? I am a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. I can teach you to do the same." He replied.

Draco nodded. "Thank you, Professor. For everything… Right now, anyway. I'll do it, though, all the same."