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Warning: None...Sorry!!!!

AN: Ok...next chapter up, sorry it soooo long, and sorry for how short it is!...the next chapter will be a longer, and better, just maybe a little of smut before they kick some Voldy butt XD

My first reviewer told me it was a bit confusing, so I made some small changes, I hope that cleared it up! If not let me know exactly what doesn't make sense XD Thanks!!

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Harry shivered in the cool dawn air. It had been three day's since he left Draco. Since he had hurt Draco to make sure he didn't follow him. Why was he so stupid? He glanced over his shoulder exhaling slowly. He had been apparating, walking, and running for miles. His stomach gave an involuntary growl. Fuck. He was so stupid. Doing that to Draco…merlin…he hurt him bad…his stomach clenched up his eye's unfocused. Focus! He berated himself….but he couldn't help but let his mind wondor to the night he left…how could even face Draco? He hurt him like that….he needed to focus—next apparation point. As the morning sun rose, all its beauty was lost upon him; he had to keep moving. He had to stay focused. He couldn't keep thinking about Draco like this. Even as he raised his wand his mind flashed an image of Draco's shocked and pained look on his before Harry had fled and his wand faltered. His stomach curled in disgust for himself. With the apparition spell he disappeared.
Draco didn't bother touching his meal. He wasn't in the least hungry. They were currently resting in a small wizards pub near the outskirts of Scotland. It had taken them a few day's to get there. Hermione was talking quietly with Ron, and the twins sat unusually solemn.

"…Never in my life….Harry Potter in my little Pub!" Draco snapped hid head up and twisted around trying to find out who had said that. The pub owner, a plump young woman with dark curly locks was talking avidly with an older couple.

"You don't say!" The witch said with eye's sparkling, "The poor dear!"

"Yes. He looked far stricken I must say. With this I'm not surprised." The owner replied with a soft sigh. Draco's eye's went wide and he bolted upward, ignoring the clatter of the chair and the surprised sounds from his own table and the other guests in the pub as he made his way as quickly as he could over to the collaborating owner. He didn't even hear the questions come from Hermione, and he slammed his hands down on the bar counter.

"Where's he gone?" He asked getting the attention of the owner.

"Who dearie?" She asked quite confused.

"Harry Potter. You were speaking of him moments ago. Do you know where he's gone?" he asked. She gave him a generally surprised look, before narrowing her eyes.

"He left early this morning. West." She finally said. Draco tossed a few galleons on the counter.

"Thank you." He replied with courtesy nod. The rest of his little band of 'rescuers' just stared at him as he returned to the table.

"What?" He asked, Hermione smiled softly before shaking her head,

"Nothing Draco, I guess we should be going?" She looked over at Ron, then the twins who were looking at Draco much more closely.

"He'll be moving faster, we can't let him too far." Draco said narrowing his eyes.

"So...you really…care for my best mate?" Ron asked carefully as they made their way towards the next magical surge inticated by the point me spell. It was warm for the area, the sun high in the sky, it had been a few hours after they left the small pub. The Slytherin tore his eye's from the surrounding scenery to look at the red-headed Weasley, who was hanging back slightly as the others raced ahead.

"Of Course." He said firmly. Ron shook his head with a sigh, before smiling,

"I guess you'll be getting a mum made jumper this year for Christmas." He said grinning. Draco hid his smile with a smirk,

"You mean the jumpers every Weasley gets, As I recall, I'm dating Harry, not you."

"Harry is my brother practically, so…you're family." Ron replied before muttering an :"Unfortunately." afterword.

"Oh eww…a Weasley…" Draco replied making a face before grinning.

"Draco!" They heard Hermione shout from ahead, the blond snapped his eye's up, the witch had done another point me spell, a green ribbon flash ahead brightly, very bright. Too bright. He urged his broom forward tacking off after the alluding light. So much magic, it could be Harry. Death Eaters…Could he have found the Dark Lord? He had pulled far ahead of the others in his urgency. The wind whipping the blond strands around his face he did the same spell following the direction of the lancing ribbon. A sudden scream from behind him . He turned his head, his broom practically jolting to a halt only to stare in shock as Hermione started plummeting to the ground. Three red-headed blurs went after like diving falcons but Draco drew his wand seeing what exactly had dislodged the muggle-born. A lone figure was on the ground staring up at them, black hooded. Death Eater.

"Fuck!" The wand was pointing at the Fred, George and Ron struggling to get Hermione one of the brooms. Draco wasn't close enough. There was no way… he urged his broom faster, his own wand clutched in his hand.

"Move!! You bloody idiots! Move!" He roared racing past them, The mask and black hood slid from the face, and Draco felt the broom twitch upward in his shock. His father. A scowl was upon the elder Malfoy, and his wand rose again, flicking it in the direction the Weasley's were with Hermione. A triumphent sneer gracing the pale face.

There were so many! Harry knew he was in trouble, even if he taken out some of them, there were at least seven more. One well aimed spell could shatter through his defenses and the Death Eaters were closing in fast. It felt as if he had been fighting the the Dark Lords followers for hours, even if had only been twenty minutes.

"We will spare you're friends, if you come with us without a fight." Someone said near enough to be heard, Harry took a step back, his wand still brandished.

"My friends are nowhere near here." He snarled, it had to be a trick.

"On contrary they have been following you for some time, headed by your dear lover, The Dark Lords most trusted follower is collecting them now." Another said. Harry knew his shield was weakening, how could Draco…Damn it! He felt the magic before he could stop it.

"Stupefy!" His strained shield shattered under the shouted spell and blackness engulfed him.

TBC

AN: Er...yeah...hope that was a bit better then the last one...Again, I am practicaly begging for some help! This story is really, really, really hard for right now. Soooo...yeah... Thanks and I hoped this is more to some of your expections..probably not -sighs- vv

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