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"George," Fred said as I turned over in my bed once more, "What is going on?"
"Nothing," I said sighing.
"George."
Rolling over once more so I was facing my brother I tried to think of what to say. How was I supposed to explain all of my thoughts to him? I couldn't help wishing that this was easier to handle.
When I had first seen Draco I had thought maybe I'd be his friend at the most. Now I was taking care of him like he was my child and I had no idea what I was doing most of the time.
I wanted him the be happy and healthy. For the most part he was healthy now, a little on the skinny side still, but I'm pretty sure that was a natural occurrence in his family.
As for being happy, that was where things got a little more difficult. It was like he was trying so hard to be okay that walls just kept coming up. He needed to take a step back and look over everything.
"I'm worried about Draco," I said softly, "I don't think he's getting better."
"He seems better then he was," Fred said confused.
"Did you know he knows absolutely nothing about sex? I walk in on him and Neville about to do it and he knows nothing!"
Without realizing it my voice started to raise. Lee let out a loud groan before throwing a pillow at me. I hadn't meant to yell, but I couldn't help being upset about the whole situation.
Before I knew it Fred was sitting on my bed and shutting the curtains around us. He put up a silencing charm before lighting the end of his wand and motioned for me to continue.
"I figured that Neville and Draco were going to do something sooner or later and I thought I'd talk to him about it," I said with a shrug, "When I went into his dorm he and Neville were making out. If I hadn't walked in they probably would have gone all the way."
"And that would be bad?" Fred asked confused.
"Very. Considering Draco has no idea even the basics of sex. What else doesn't he know? I want him to be okay, Fred, but the only difference between now and when we found him is a little weight and not stuttering around three people. Only three people!"
"It's going to take time, George."
"I know and I'm not expecting him to be okay over night, but…Why is this so hard?"
Fred let out a soft sigh before pulling me into a hug. Was I asking for too much too soon from Draco? Is it possible that he was getting better, but I just wasn't seeing it yet?
I didn't want Draco to go back to who he was before last year, but I did want to know him. Truthfully I knew if I did have children I'd want them to be like Draco in some ways, but I still didn't know him.
Maybe that was the real reason I was acting this way. Even after all this time I had no idea who Draco was. Given neither did he, but that didn't make it any easier on either of us.
"George," Fred said pulling away, "I've seen Draco's schedule for Mondays. The classes he has before lunch are History of Magic and Transfiguration. After lunch is Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then he has Study of Ancient Runes and Art after dinner."
"What's his schedule like?" I asked worriedly.
"He has five to six classes daily. Every day though he has the same three classes."
"Which ones?"
"Transfiguration, Potions, and Art."
Looking at Fred I thought back to everything that I had learned about Draco. I didn't really know anything about him. It was only yesterday that I found out that he could draw.
Draco was going to be busy during the school week. Why he took so many classes was beyond me, but that was his choice. Maybe he did like school almost as much as Hermione did.
So far I had learned more about Draco from his school schedule then from him. What was I going to find out next? Better question where or from whom was I going to find it out from?
"Go to sleep," Fred said slipping out of my bed, "We'll figure everything out tomorrow."
Nodding my head I fell back against my pillows and shut my eyes. Even as I laid there I couldn't stop thinking. I needed to get my hands on his schedule tomorrow and see just how busy he'd be.
After an hour of lying there I finally was able to fall asleep. My sleep was horrible and I kept tossing and turning, but all together I was able to get at least a few hours of sleep before Fred woke me up.
My head was pounding horribly as I made my way down to the Great Hall after taking a shower. I looked around the tables until I finally saw that Draco was sitting alone at the end of the Gryffindor table.
"Let me see your schedule," I said sitting across from him.
"Which one?" Draco said softly.
"You have more then one?"
"The one with just my classes and the one with my work schedule."
"Both of them."
Taking the schedule's from Draco's hand I looked over them and felt myself get angry. Draco schedule was so full that he only gave himself time for friends on Saturday and Sunday between all the homework he had.
As I looked over the schedule I began to wonder if this was actually Hermione's schedule and they got them mixed up. Did Draco really need all of these classes or did he actually want them?
Draco had six extra-curricular subjects; Art, Music, Muggle Art, Earth Magic, Ancient Studies, and Alchemy, though Art was repeating five times. Three electives, Study of Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies. Then his seven core classes though Potions and Transfiguration repeated everyday.
"Draco," I said shaking my head, "You're swimming in homework?"
"I like school," Draco said shrugging.
"You run every day at midnight?"
"Clears my mind."
It took me a minute but I noticed that Draco's words or almost completely emotionless. Looking into his eyes I saw that he was close to tears. Had something happened between him and Neville?
I had wanted them to talk about how far their relationship was going, but the blond looked heartbroken. Had the two of them broken up because of something I had said?
Down the table Neville was sitting across from Hermione and Ginny. He looked just as bad as Draco did. What had happened between the two of them after I had gone to my room?
"Draco," I said softly.
"I don't want to talk about it," Draco said standing up and taking his schedules, "Talk to you later, George."
Draco walked out of the Great Hall without another word. When I had left the two of them last night I had expected them to talk for awhile before going to sleep. What had I done?
I was starting to notice something about Draco though. He was an all or nothing kind of person. Of course, he wasn't talking about it so I couldn't even be there to help him.
"Neville," I said pulling him up, "Let's talk."
"George," Neville said sighing, "I don't…"
"Please."
Neville let out another sigh before nodding his head. We walked outside of the Great Hall and stood there in silence for a few minutes before Neville ran a hand through his hair.
"After you left Draco and I talked about what you wanted us to talk about," Neville said softly, "He kept asking all these questions. Questions I've known the answer to for years. We ended up just laying together for awhile before I went to bed. When I woke up I went to go get Draco from his dorm, but I got no answer.
He was already down here. I tried to talk to him, but he just shook his head and moved down the table refusing to even look at me. What am I supposed to do, George? Draco just shut me out completely. From what I saw he's shut everyone out. I don't know what to do."
Neville looked close to tears as he spoke. I knew that they'd have issues after their talk, but Draco was taking it a little too far. He couldn't just shut everyone out because he didn't know what to do.
"I'll talk to him," I said sighing, "Well, when he finally has some free time. I've seen his schedule. There's not a lot of wiggle room there."
"You can't fix this, George," Neville said shaking his head.
"Neville."
"No, I know you want to help, but this is something Draco and I need to figure out. I mean, he's never going to get anywhere if you keep fixing everything for him. Don't worry we'll figure it out. Somehow."