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A/N I'M SO HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOORRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! (sniffle sniffle)

Chapter 3

Sadness, Understanding, and Friendship

"So basically, you're not really bad?" Harry looked incredulously from Draco to Mrs. Weasley. "And you're really not Lucious Malfoy's son?" Draco gulped and nodded. The only way he would get Ginny to even look at him, is if he befriended Harry.

"My father is- was Sirius Black." Draco looked at the floor. "I just want to start again, without the imperious curse."

"Harry! Mum! Ginny is telling me this absolutely crazy story about how Malfoy is in our kitchen and he has brown hair and green eyes. I mean come on, everyone knows the slimeball has…" Ron stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Draco looking down at the floor, his eyes wide and upset.

"Ronald, Draco was under the imperious curse for a while, and now he's himself and we're going to make him welcome." Draco didn't even bother to look up when Mrs. Weasley explained everything to Ron.

"No way. Well, he can share my room, but he better not snore." Draco's head whipped up and his eyes widened in excitement.

"Really? Do you really mean it?" Draco jumped out of his seat, his tattered cloths ripping again in the process. When Draco turned his back on Harry, he saw scars that looked an awful lot like whip marks on Draco's back where some of his shirt was torn. "Oh, thank you, you don't know what this means to me."

Draco turned towards Harry, the biggest grin on his face. "That means I'll be sharing a room with you too, right Harry?" Harry looked into almost identical green eyes and smiled back.

"No, I share a room with my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah, Hermione."

"Oh wow. I knew you and Hermione would go out some day. I should go apologize to her soon, for all the times I called her a mudblood. Can you tell me where to find her room?" His eyes showed nothing but sincerity, so Harry nodded.

He walked up the staircase to the third floor and opened it wide, and motioned Draco in. Draco looked nervous, and gulped. He slowly walked in, and looked around. There was a big double bed, and blue wallpaper. Hermione was looking out the window on the far wall.

"Harry, if that's you could you please tell Hedwig to come in, I'm nervous about her out there." Hermione looked around and spotted Draco. Her eyes narrowed, and she spat out, "What the hell is he doing here?"

Draco looked down while Harry explained everything to Hermione.

"Hermione," she looked at Draco, "I just came to apologize for all the names I called you while I was under the imperious curse. I didn't know what I was doing. So I'm really, really sorry. I understand if you don't forgive me, I'll just attempt to find my room now."

Draco spun on his heel and walked into the hallway, slumping on the wall outside the door. Ron poked his head out and said, "Come on, Draco, I'll show you our room."

Draco nodded and followed Ron down a floor and in front of the third door down. Ron opened the door so Draco could get a full view of the room. Two twin beds sat at opposite ends of the room. "Is that bed… mine?" Draco whispered.

"Of course it is, who else's would it be, Pig's? Geese, you would think you slept in an attic." Ron started to laugh, and then turned to look at Draco who had tears in his eyes.

"Actually, it was the basement, the attic's worse, and mum wouldn't let father put me up there. But I've never had a bed before."