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UPDATED:9/30/2019

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Chapter 14

The boys spent two days visiting Hermione and Emma.

Ron had fallen asleep in a chair between the two.

Poppy had simply left Ron as he was. Smiling at memories of the past of many others doing the same for their dear friends.

Harry sat with a sigh next to Hermione and held onto her hand, hoping with just about everything he had that this was a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from, "We could really use your help Hermione," To his shock, Harry had been given an answer that Hermione had hidden crumpled in her hand, he found a ball of paper. His breath caught as he smoothed it open and began reading, "Ron, I think we have the answers we've been looking- Ron, wake up." Harry bit back a laugh as he watched his red-haired friend jump in panic from the chair and looked around, hand at wands ready then looked at Harry and relaxed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "What is it? What's that?"

"I think this is why Hermione was in the Library a few nights ago, come on."

The two boys were in mid-speed walk as Harry read the piece of paper ripped from a book, "Spiders flee before it- Ron, this all makes since, it's a snake, that's why I can hear it, unfortunately. But it all makes sense now. Come on, we have to go to Hagrid's, maybe he knows something."

Ron sighed thinking, 'Not this again,' "Harry, you are not going to accuse him of anything are you?"

Confused at first, Harry sighed and shook his head, "No, we just need to talk to him. To see if he knows anything about this creature, he loves creatures, maybe he had a snake while he was here, and it got away from him and happened to find the chamber?"

"Okay, then how has it been getting around then?" Harry knew Ron was trying to get them out of this. He knew Ron would hate to get another detention. He hated them too. But Hermione and Emma had been attacked along with other students. Showing Ron the bottom edge of the paper, a simple word written in Hermione's quick handwriting, "Pipes! It's using the plumbing! That ridicules, the school can't possibly have a plumbing system that big…. Can it?"

He had a good point, but Harry didn't have any clue.

"The school's been on these ground for thousands of years you nitwit, of course it has plumbing that big, what's going on- Granger figured it out then?"

The boys jumped and shouted a bit in fright when a familiar voice came from next to them. They looked at one another in curiosity and suspicion as Draco stood there looking at them like they were stupid.

"Well, is someone going to answer me?" Draco questioned. He was actually curious.

Feeling defensive on Hermione's behalf, Ron gave the Malfoy boy a glare, "Why do you care if Hermione figured it out, Malfoy. You're the one that said 'Mud-Bloods were next' and you insulted her not even four months ago. Why are you heading towards the Hospital wing anyways, no one's in there that means anything to you." Ron said with a pointed glare. Ron had a point, Draco had not only said those things, he'd also hoped Granger was next. Yet when he had heard she had been attacked, Draco hadn't felt any better about himself nor his wishes, in fact he'd felt horrible and disgusting, he'd even been having nightmares the last few nights.

They watched Draco looked away, a look of self-hatred and disappointment was clear on his face, "Not really. Just a few people I know. But anyways, the Chamber's been hidden for years, they're just rumors. If there is a chamber somewhere here, then it's in rubble more likely. Salazar Slytherin's chamber was discovered once, apparently, and after it was resealed it vanished, even if you find it, it probably won't be intact. Everyone always thought it was in the Slytherin Common room or in Salazar's office, which neither is true. No one knows where it is because it was moved thousands of years ago. Hints why the beast could have gotten out because the sealed door must have been destroyed. It's probably been wandering around under the school where it could, or it's just dead. No food for over a thousand years, I doubt the thing is alive. Which means-"

Ron and Harry sighed as they caught on, "A person is attacking the school and students." They really didn't like this now. One of their own classmates, younger or older, or an intruder, was attacking the students. Now the question was, who was it?

"Where are you two going anyways? It's almost after hours? I could turn you both into Professor Snape or McGonagall if I so pleased-"

"Where is she! I have a few words I need to have with that woman!" a man's enraged shouts soared through the halls of the school, startling the boys.

"Cornelius, she is unconscious! She can't even speak to you! However, I'm very certain if she could she'd have a few choice words in store for the likes of you!" Minerva growled, rushing down the hall with the Minister of Magic.

Draco and Ron both gasped in fright as they realized who the voices belonged to, it was Fudge and Professor McGonagall, "Go, the door, behind you." Draco tried ushering the two boys, but Harry had looked at the two second year classmates with confusion and opened his mouth to question as to what the heck was going on. Though, he'd been silenced quickly by Draco giving him a stern and frightened look as he pushed him and Ron towards the cleaning closet with a slight scolding, "Oh shut up Potter and go." Just as Fudge rushed down the hall with Minerva following close behind, an angered look set on her aging face.

She had been in her office when she heard Fudge walking by in an angry hurry demanding to speak with Emma.

"Oh, please Minerva, the woman constantly believes she has a spine! I'm not going to be made a fool by the likes of her! Emma was lucky she was even granted custody of that boy!" He growled, his feet heavily slapping the stone floor.

"You did not grant that girl custody of her nephew, Fudge. Children's Services and Magical Affairs did! No thanks to the likes of you, though I'm under the strong, and very distasteful, accusation that had it truly been up to you for a final decision upon the granted custody, Emma never would have gotten that boy, and you have only made the lives of those two more stressful and miserable over the last eight years! You gave that poor child no reason as to why her request for her nephews return into her care when she woke up. You've caused nothing but destruction and disaster! Don't you dare walk away from me Cornelius Fudge I AM NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!" Minerva shouted after Fudge, anger boiling from her skin's pores as Cornelius busted through the Hospital wing door shouting, "Emma Evans! I need a word with you- Oh my… Is she dead?"

Poppy had been sitting at her station with Pomona making potions mixtures up for those Petrified and Ghost Sir Nicholas but had been interrupted by the doors flying open with a load clatter making the two women jump with fright and nearly gave poor Professor Sprout a heart attack.

"Cornelius Fudge! She is most certainly not dead. Get out of my wing this instant! Especially if you insist to scream and shout like a Banshee to one of my patience! I not only have overnight injuries to be concerned about, but I have thirteen children petrified that myself and Pomona are trying to help and you storming my Hospital wing just to have a shouting match with an unconscious woman in my care is not only foolish, but entirely ridiculous! NOW OUT!" This had been successful in making Fudge flee the wing as Poppy chased him off, red in the face and over angry, "That man has some nerve! Minerva are you ever alright?" Her anger subsided upon turning to an emotional McGonagall.

The three boys hadn't heard why McGonagall was so upset, the poor woman was crying behind closed doors in the arms of Madam Pomfrey, who was trying to comfort the emotional Witch, "Maybe we should go ahead and just go to H-Hagrid's, right Harry?" Ron said with a gulp, he'd never hear Pomfrey so angry before, dare say he'd definitely never seen McGonagall in such a state either.

Harry had ignored the suggestion. He wanted to know who that Wizard was and why he was so angry with his aunt, "What's going on Ron? Who was that man?" But it was Draco that beat the red head to the answer, "Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic."

"My dad's boss," Ron cleared up Harry's confusion, which thankfully worked.

"We'll find out why he's angry with Aunt Emma later, come one we gotta get to Hagrid's." And they were rushing off down the halls.

Draco on their heels, he didn't know why, but he was tired of being the cruel Malfoy boy or Lucius Jr., but the words had flown from his mouth before he could stop himself, "Can I come with you?" He'd panicked when Harry and Ron stopped dead in their run and turned to face him, both of their jaw's hanging open in shock.

"I won't turn you in, promise, I just-"

"No offence Malfoy-"

"Sure, but if you turn on us, there's no second chances. Rivalry on the field I'll understand, but no more mud-blood stuff, got it?"

Ron was staring at his best friend with shock.

'Did he really just say "yes" to Draco Malfoy tagging along with us! Has he gone mental!' Ron was stunned! "Harry!"

"Ron, he could have turned us in back there and gotten a detention himself in the process, he could have said we were planning to find the chamber, told the Professors we were up to something, but he didn't." Harry clarified. It was true. But he also wanted to see the good in people, and he knew he saw good in Draco.

"Yeah, because the kid's a- Malfoy?" Ron stopped in his tracks when he'd found Draco missing, he and Harry looked around them, eyes wide in curiosity. Draco was not only gone but they hadn't even seen the kid walk away, nor heard him, he was quiet and hadn't even said a thing as he left. They were beyond the term of shocked. Draco had always been a loudmouth, stuck up, snide git and he'd vanished right in front of them. Granted, they hadn't been paying attention, but he hadn't said a single word and left, just like that. "Wonder where he went?"

"Maybe to the boys' bathroom to cry in peace." Harry tossed at him, a bit of a stern expression on his face.

"Don't start that, Harry. The kid even said he wanted Hermione to be next, well look what happened, maybe he is the Heir of Slytherin and was just trying to bait us!"

McGonagall's voice sounded throughout the school making an announcement, "All student report back to house Common rooms immediately!" The boys sighed in defeat and walked back to the Gryffindor Tower and waited as McGonagall arrived and announced the new rules that were put in place for their safety.

"We have to see Hagrid," Harry had had enough. He was going to stop this!

"But you heard McGonagall, no students are to be out of the Common rooms without a teacher except for classes." Ron said to him in shock, if they had put these rules in place for their safety now, then it just meant it had officially become a very life-threatening situation for students and staff alike.

"Guess we'll just have to get my dad's cloak out then. Come on."

The walk down to Hagrid's was a bit of a difficult one, the cloak was over both boys, the cloak seemed to be what was causing a bit of the issue. Ron kept tripping and Harry had nearly fallen down the steps towards Hagrid's. They had sighed in relief when they approached their tall friends hut and knocked.

They nearly panicked when Hagrid found no one at the door and held the crossbow closely to his body, ready for anything. He'd released a breath of relief when the boys pulled the cloak off them and had stared at him a slight fright when they looked at the crossbow.

"What's that for!" Ron exclaimed with fear.

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothin', come on, inside the both o' ya. Hurry. Now, what on earth are ya two doin' out here at this hour? Huh?"

"We have to ask you… About the Chamber of Secrets, do you know who opened it?" Harry had jumped right to it, leaving Ron with a sigh and a bit of a shake of his head.

Hagrid's reaction had woken him up quickly when the giant man took in a breath of fright and looked ready to defend himself verbally, "Now, you two bet'er listen here. Ya don't understand wha'-" He'd been interrupted by a harsh knock on his door, "The cloak, quickly, put the cloak on… Be with ya in a moment!" Hagrid called, stalling for the boys. Grabbing his crossbow again he opened the door once they were covered, crossbow ready at the aim, yet had jumped a little when he found Dumbledore and Fudge standing at his door, he'd immediately put the crossbow down, "Terribly sorry, can't be too careful with everythin' goin' on this year. How may I help ya Minister, Professor?"

"May we?"

"Oh, oh yes, yes most definitely, sorry." Hagrid shuffled aside letting the two into his home, but what the two boys found made them panic more. Hagrid was being taken. Arrested more like it and put into Azkaban. They found their hearts dropping to their stomachs when Lucius Malfoy arrived at Hagrid's door and handed Dumbledore Request of Absence paper!

"With Dumbledore gone there will be an attack a day! The muggle borns' won't stand a chance without him here!" Hagrid tried defending the man that had not only saved him a life of hardship and cruel treatment but had given him a home here at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore calmly took the papers with his head held high and a knowing smile, "If anyone ever needs help here at this school, all they must do, is ask for it." Dumbledore said, a pointed look towards the two boys.

This left the two boys in shock and wonder did he know they were there without seeing them?

"Come along Hagrid," Fudge calmly said, walking back towards the door to leave.

"If, uh, if anyone was ever looking for somethin', all they have ta do is to follow the spiders. Yep, follow the spiders. Ah, um, someone will have to feed Fang and Mal while I'm away. Minister." Hagrid said walking past Fudge who has looked at both Fang and Mal then shivered a bit, "Good boys," and walked out with Hagrid.

As the door closed, the boys pulled the cloak off, panic on both their faces, "Hagrid's right- wait, are those spiders?" Ron asked pointing to a long line of spiders leaving the hut and heading back outside. 'Oh, the irony, can I wake up now?' Ron wished to himself this being a nightmare.

Harry rushed from the hut, lantern in hand, "Come on Fang, Mal? Are you coming?" Harry called for the dogs.

Fang had followed after the boy, while Mal laid back on the rug and went back to sleep. Fang and Harry heading for the Dark Forest with Ron in near panic rushing after his friend to stop him, "Harry, where are you going?"

"You heard what Hagrid said, follow the Spiders,"

"But they're heading into the Forest! You're crazy!"

"Ron, we don't have everything together, we still have pieces missing, if we can figure this out, then we can tell the Professors and they can handle the problem. Our classmates, our aunt, has been attacked! I've had enough just pretending to do something when we really haven't done anything, Hermione has done all the work really. She gave us the answers, now all we have to do is piece it all together. Are you with me or are you going to leave me to the forest on my own?"

Ron groaned, Harry did have a point, and at this moment, he hated to admit that he actually wished Malfoy had come with them. "Fine, let's go,"

Their way into the forest wasn't difficult at all, but they had nearly had an aneurysm when large Spiders came into view. Well, Ron nearly had an aneurysm, Harry was shaking in his shoes, both nearly passed out when the Leader, Aragog, had come out from the shadows and held a conversation with them.

"So, the thing that killed that girl in the bathroom, it wasn't you? Was it-"

"We do not speak of it! The girl was discovered in a bathroom, yes, but I never left the place Hagrid kept me in. I saw nothing but the books that Hagrid had placed me within a trunk. Then, when I was accused, Hagrid brought me here."

During the time of Harry speaking with the large and terrifying spider, Ron had the chance to look around, and to his horror, he looked found several spiders slowly surrounding them, blocking off any way of escape, "Harry," Ron whimpered, he'd been shushed by Harry and continued his conversation with the Spider leaving Ron a shivering mess as he looked around them with spiders closing in, he very much disliked spiders as it was. This just petrified him, pun not included. Ron nearly peed himself when he looked up and found more slowly crawling down on their silk webs, "H-Harry?" Ron whimpered. He was shaking in his shoes with terror as he continued to stare up at the spiders.

"What!" Ron hadn't been able to say a word, all he could muster up was to point upward and had been thankful when he too panicked a bit, both boys and Fang backing away from the closing in spiders, "RUN!"

"Where's Hermione when you need her!" Ron screamed as they ran.

"Where's Malfoy when we could have used him!" Harry tossed back.

"Not this bloody mess again! Harry the git is a Sl-AHH!" They both screamed in fright as three spiders jumped in front of them, they had nowhere to go, they were once again surrounded. Fang was beside himself and cowering behind the two shivering boys, though that action in itself was useless.

They hadn't expected a car to be rushing through to them, causing the nest of Spiders to run for safety from the noisy creation that lit the darkness and trying to run them over. But it was the smiling blond that was in the driver's seat with a grin and the dark brown dog, Mal in the back seat just resting there like it was nothing to him, "Need a ride?"

Their jaws seemed to have a thing with dropping whenever Draco had done something for them instead of against them in his snide and bullying way.

Harry had to say he wanted to laugh when Ron shouted at him, "Draco! What the bloody hell are you doin' here!"

"Shut up and get in! I guess I'm glad I followed you two, otherwise you'd be Spider food. Weasley, can you fly this thing?"

Harry nearly laughed at the change in both of them at one another, as they all shuffled into the car as quickly as they could, "Of course I can fly it Malfoy, now move over! My dad's car, I drive."

"Fair enough, hey Fang. Mal, Move over will ya." And they were off.

Malfoy shouted when a Spider landed on the roof and dented it inward, "What does that Gamekeeper feed these things!"

"No idea!" Ron screamed.

"Come on, get us in the air Ron!" Harry panicked.

"I'm trying, but the flying gears jammed!" Ron screamed, panic clear on his face.

Harry turned to look at Draco, both gave one another a look of sheer panic. They both leapt to help him, it took all three of them to unjam the gear to help Ron shift. They were in the air in seconds. The boys had been lucky that time. They flew for a few minutes to shake off the spiders from coming out after them at Hagrid's hut and landed in front of Hagrid's door to drop off the two dogs.

Ron leaped from the car and began ranting in anger, "Follow the spiders he says! Follow the Spiders you said! Follow them we did! If Hagrid ever gets out of Azkaban, I'll kill 'im!"

"But Aragog did help us piece together the last bit of the puzzle we weren't thinking of." Harry pointed out calmly, Draco was leaning against the car with a grin, he was shockingly enjoying this, "Oh really! And what, pray tell, is that!" Ron shouted, still shaking in fear.

"The girl that died 50 years ago, what if she didn't leave?"

Draco was confused now, "Wait, you mean Moaning Myrtle was the girl that was killed by that thing?"

"Probably, she's the only young ghost her age here and she's in a bathroom, she hasn't left." Harry started with a small shrug. It was just a hunch after all.

"Harry, one other problem. If that Snake kills by looking others in the eyes, how is it that no one is dead?" Ron asked a fair question. Draco was nodding his head, backing up the young Weasley. "He has a point, Potter."

"Hermione had the Mirror, no one directly looked it in the eyes, that's why. Colin saw it through his camera… And Justin-"

"Most likely saw him through Nick- he's a ghost so Nick got the full blast probably… Sorry." Draco added. Following along were Harry was going.

Harry and Ron stared at the Slytherin boy in shock. He had saved them from the Spiders and was still standing there actually making since involving this piece of information, that, and he'd said 'sorry' with a bit of a pink blush, like he was embarrassed for making since and trying to help them.

Ron had shaken himself from his shock when another thought hit him, "Mrs. Norris, I'm pretty sure she didn't have a camera or a mirror." Ron was trying to make this sound ridiculous. He and Harry had nearly been killed several times as it was, even from last year when he had been knocked unconscious during the large Wizards chess they had to play to get to the stone!

This one had stumped Harry for a bit as they walked back up to the school, and the possible answer hadn't hit him until they were all walking through the halls, "The water, there was water on the floor that night, when we found the journal and Mrs. Norris. She must have seen it's reflection."

Ron sighed with irritation and looked at Draco with an annoyed shrug, "I swear, it's like he always has an answer for everything!"

"He has a point though Weasley, the water would have done the same thing as the mirror and camera, if Justin can get petrified by seeing it through Nick, why can't the water have the same outcome for Mrs. Norris?"

"Thank you." Harry said with a huff at Ron, both boys glaring at one another. Draco really had to laugh at the two of them, this was hilarious!

"Come on," Draco had an idea though and ran down a different hall, it was already after curfew. He knew that if Harry wouldn't do it tonight, he'd to it in the morning, and Draco wanted to be around to hear this story.

"Malfoy, where are you going!" Ron shouted after him, the two seemed to have a bit of an issue keeping up with him as they rushed down the halls, all stopping in front of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Draco smiled wide while Ron and Harry seemed to have a difficult time readjusting to this new Draco.

Ron thought it was a game he was playing on them, a rotten Malfoy trick to get them to fess up more than they already had and either get them all caught on purpose or to try to take the credit afterwards, while Harry had no idea how to take this side of Draco.

"Well, are you two coming or not?" He questioned their pause and confusion as he walked into the bathroom.

They spent the next fifteen minutes talking with Myrtle, and Draco was actually feeling sorry for the girl, muggle-born or not. No one should have to look at something so frightening at her young age and then be killed seconds afterwards simply because she looked at the Basilisk and the person who had opened the Chamber.

"Did you see who opened it?" Draco finally asked when she finished.

"No, I just saw big, yellow eyes, over there, by that sink." She said with distastefulness as she pointed to a specific sink.

The three boys looked at one another, eyebrows raised in curiosity. They watched Harry move to it and found the Slytherin symbol on the side of the spout.

Draco reached over and tried turning the water on and had shared the same confused look with Harry, "I think you just found the entrance Potter."

Draco hadn't been rude or snide, he hadn't tried anything at all, not once. Not even when they had nearly been caught on their way back to their Common rooms.

"Hey, Malfoy… Uh, um… Thanks, for savin' us back in the forest." Ron said to the blond with a defeated sigh. He'd felt better about their parting that night though, especially when Draco had just smiled wide, a real smile, a happy one.

He hadn't grinned wickedly at them at all, hadn't tried tricking them and had been up front and honest. "Not a problem, Weasley. And just so ya know, I'm really not as bad when I'm in better company. I think I've realized that maybe I'm the one that needs to find better company than the ones I've been surrounded with. It's what my Aunt would have wanted anyways, and my mum. They never really cared much for the people my father has around. Then again, my father and Aunt never did get along very well. Guess I'm just trying to keep her memory alive and find real friends." Draco admitted, he didn't really mind Crabbe and Goyle, but something was just weird with those two. He had been drawn to wanting to be friends with Harry when school had started, but when he had thought of it, he had a suspicion it was only because Harry was 'The famous Harry Potter, the Boy who lived!' He thought it was awesome if he'd have been friends with him. Then he'd been rejected, and he hated being rejected. But it only continued getting worse when he and the other two started bullying him and Ron, then Hermione later one, after that the numbers just began to add up. Every time Draco had thought of having a real friend, what it would be like, he thought of that crazy moment he and Harry had when they talked about their Aunt's then about Harry's parents and professor Blue. It was weird for him to admit that he, Draco Malfoy, wanted a friend that was honest with him, put him in check, someone that wasn't afraid of him. Someone that, unfortunately, wasn't in Slytherin. And it always came back to the golden trio. Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

He wished he could have called the two boys he was always hanging around his friends, though deep down he knew they weren't really, and it understandably bothered him. He wanted a friend like his aunt used to tell him in her stories. Yes, he understood the difference between a story and real life, but he was a kid that only had two happy memories of someone actually loving him, caring for him, those two were his mother and Aunt. He wanted, needed, someone to call friend, someone that would be honest and not lie to him, someone that would look at him and stand beside him like a friend. Crabbe and Goyle only stood behind him with their arms crossed, smiling with their grins that said they had power backing them up. Because, face it. No one messed with Malfoy. His father loved him, he knew that, but he had been acting so strange lately and it was scaring him. Draco had only his mother and aunt. Now, it was only his mother, and she was at home, while Draco was alone at school, and he was tired of it.

His Aunt Mira had always told him he was a sweet boy when he wanted to be, kind and caring, a gentle person, but that watching his father do as he wished and acted as he did, had Draco turning around and trying to act exactly the same could possibly get him into trouble one day. She worried for him. She had told him that deep down his father was the same as him, kind and caring but he was scared of something, something that was trouble. He knew his Aunt wasn't trying to frighten him when she wrote her last letter to him. But she had been right, he had acted arrogant his first year, had also done the same just about the entirety of this year as well, and it had cost him a possibility of any friends, he just hoped he could right his wrongs.

Even at his age, he could be smart at catching onto things, especially his own wrongs. His family was old fashioned in the Wizarding world, he was taught to act a certain way, do certain things, be cruel and harsh to others that were 'below' his station. Now, he was finding it to be a load of dung. Because, by him doing all these things he had been told and taught to do had in fact done the opposite. It made him feel lower than what he was told he was, and that was supposed to be a proud pure-blood, one of the richest and most renowned and powerful Wizarding families through the ages. But he didn't, he had no real friends, only his mother who seemed to be willing to show him any sign of love, but he felt even she was being restricted to things. His father had locked her away in the Malfoy Manor. Draco would have been lucky to have gotten at least three letters from his own mother that year due to her being homebound, forbidden from writing anyone. Her wand had been confiscated from her, via his father. He just wished he knew what was going on.

Harry and Ron had stood there, they watched the Slytherin classmate, Draco Malfoy, not only smile at them, but a smile filled with hope and loneliness. Even Ron's stomach tightened up as he watched the kid's lonely thoughts ran through his head. It made the two Gryffindor's wonder, what was going on with him and who he really was. He was first of all Draco Malfoy; Low git and bully of Slytherin, extreme rival to Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. But the kid they saw staring at them, was Draco Malfoy; Lonely Slytherin, someone who was in pain of a friend, a boy who was scared of being alone and had no idea who he wanted to be, or who he was being told to be.

"H-hey, we're going out to Hagrid's tomorrow to look after Fang and Mal, wanna come along?" Ron had shocked both Draco and Harry when he'd invited the young Malfoy out with them, but Harry had smiled with pride at Ron.

Draco had smiled wider with happiness and nodded.

"We'll meet ya in the Dining hall then. Since no one's able to look after his creatures Harry and Hermione and I normally do, before and after class, between them if we have time. You think you're up for that?"

"Yeah, Dining Hall, morning, Hagrid's for creatures, got it."

"Okay, see ya then, Malfoy."

"Ye-yeah."

And the three had split for the night.

Draco had gone to his Common room with a happy smile and feeling pretty good, but his happiness hadn't lasted long when he walked to his dorm room and found Crabbe and Goyle still up looking at him like he had three heads, "Where were you!"

"Uh, out… Why?"

"Draco," The stern voice had made him shrink, the owner of the voice didn't sound happy one bit.

Lucius Malfoy stood with a look a strong disdain on his face as he glared at his son.

Draco took a deep breath to steady himself before he faced him and replied back with equal dislike, "Father."

Thank you all for being so patent with me and I hope you are still enjoying the story, Thank you! -