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Authors note: Am terrible sorry for how extremely late this is, but serious stuff as been going on... as in I'll be going to a trail this january...

Hope you like the tenth chapter and please- review... i won't post the next one till i get at least 5 so there IP

Chapter ten: Finding Out

Large hands shoved him roughly as he stumbled into the dreary room, Melly; right beside him the memory of Will's death still fresh in their minds. "Stay." Was the only command they were given as the burly man slammed the door shut and the two were engulfed in cold unforgiving darkness.

Dinner was now finished and the Ice Prince seemed to have made the table his personal pillow. Hermione couldn't help but feel somewhat nostalgic as she continued to hang out with the group of Slytherins. "Draco, Draco, come on wake up." The sleepy-eyed Slytherin let out an irritated grumble, as he slowly lifted his head.

The fuzzy faces of the twins, Blaise, Pansy, and Hermione came into his view. "hmm…m' don…wanna….go…." he mumbled unintelligibly the five surrounding him had to try and stifle their laughter. "Come on Drake, I'll walk you to detention," offered the Italian beside her. The Gryffindor had found out a couple days ago that her new companion had the tendency to get easily and hopelessly lost; giving her the true reason he was usually surrounded by the other two.

The brunette was also aware that everyone else believed the Malfoy heir was surrounded at all times to show off or some nonsense like that, and even she herself use to believe such things, that is until she knew first hand at how easily lost he could be.

Hermione Flashback~ couple days ago

"Isn't Mal….Draco suppose to be here by now?" asked the slightly irritated Gryffindor as she waited for the Slytherin to get to dinner with the rest of the group. "Hermes weren't you suppose to be with him?" asked one of the twins with an odd hint of nervousness, the brunet gave a hefty sigh, "Yes but he said he had forgotten something in the classroom, and to go ahead without him."

Hermione began to feel nervous as everyone's expressions turned to a mix of horror and surprise. "Ah, man not again." "Yep, again…." "I guess we better go start looking for him." "Yeah, there's no telling where he's gone." They stopped at Hermione's questioning stare.

Blaise decided to come to her rescue, "Hermione, Drake has a lousy sense of direction. I mean absolutely terrible. He still gets lost in his own house terrible." The brunet looked skeptical but remained silent. The other three around her nodded vigorously, "So now we got to go find him before he gets himself in trouble," added George and Fred, Trouble? "Let's go Hermes!" and off they shot, in search for the lost Slytherin.

As Hermione left the Great Hall, she gave another skeptical glance around her, How lost can one Slytherin really get? He couldn't have gotten that lost. Little did she know then, that she would soon be regretting those words…

The Gryffindor searched every classroom she came by, the library, the Slytherin, and Ravenclaw dormitories; she even searched the Astronomy tower. Not a single trace of the lost gray eyed Slytherin. Eventually she just began roaming around, hoping to bump into him somehow. Wandering aimlessly in a huge enchanted castle resulted in not having a single inkling as to where she was.

Before she had time to panic, a flash of silver hair caught the edge of her eyes. There you are! "Mal….Draco! Hey!" startled gray eye's met her own as she rushed toward him. "Gr...Granger?" For a precious few seconds she could have sworn she saw gold flickering in his eyes, Must be my imagination. "Ma…Draco, where have you been? Everyone is looking for you; it's almost time to turn in."

The Slytherin's eye's widened in surprise, and Hermione watched as a light dust of pale pink dusted the Ice Prince's cheeks. "Ah…m I must of ah, gotten a little lost…" The Gryffindor rolled her eyes, "a little lost? Draco, we've all been looking for you for almost two hours."

End Flashback~

"But Blaise~ I can get to the Toad Queen's office by myself," complained the still sleepy eyed heir, as the Italian led him towards his foreboding detention. "Draco, if I let you go by yourself, both Pans, and Hermione would kill me." The shorter teen gave a sleepy huff, "But Blaise~ …." "Don't you 'Blaise' me; I would like to keep my lower regions intact, thank you very much." The Italian turned to his tired companion just in time to see him stick out his tongue childishly. Rolling his eyes, he led his best friend to detention, "Now remember, Drake, if anything goes wrong you tell one of us okay?" "Yes, mother dear." Blaise gave him a playful slap to the head before they stood about five feet from the door where Potter waited.

Blaise felt Draco stiffen beside him, "Blaise…. Can I just skip detention? Please~" "Sorry Drake." The Ice Prince gave a heavy sigh as Blaise turned reluctantly to the Raven now in front of him, "Potter." The Gryffindor turned to him, Blaise hated what he was about to do, "Make sure Draco gets back to our common room, or I'll hex you all the way to St. Mungo's."

With a surprised nod from Potter, and an indignant yelp of "BLAISE?" from Draco. He swept form their presence much like his head of house would. Sorry Drake, but I promised Hermione I would show her the stars tonight.

While Malfoy stood in shock as his companion left him, Harry tried to hide the smile that was now present on his face. The Slytherin schooled his features before he turned to face him, "Shall we get this over with already?" Feeling slightly evil Harry decided to continue his 'courting' of the gray-eyed elusive teen. "Why in such a rush Malfoy, do you not like spending time with me?"

Harry was provided the pleasure of witnessing the evident shock and slight discomfort that was now clear on the Ice Prince's face, but rather quickly it was his turn to be surprised, as Malfoy raised his wand and uttered a spell, "reprehendo imperium" a blueish hue surrounded him before disappearing, "W-what was that?" A frown marred Malfoy's face, "You're not under 'Imperious" then?" Harry's shock soon turned to one of understanding and barely contained amusement.

"Why, whatever made you think that Malfoy?" he watched as the pillar of ice known as Malfoy, regarded him wearily. "Let's just get this stupid detention over with." Finding the situation funny Harry answered, "Of course Malfoy, whatever you say."

It was official; Draco had done something to piss off the god's of luck, he was now stuck in detention with two of his most least favorite people, and then had to be bloody escorted by Potter of ALL people back to his house common room. The heir mentally sighed in weary defeat. Careful not to get to close to the strange Gryffindor he entered the torture room. Maybe I can get out of this partly sane…

The minute Draco entered the room he felt the almost irresistible need to flee, he wasn't too sure he could survive this detention with his senses and sanity intact. Cautiously making his way to the already waiting desk, the heir gracefully flopped down into the seat, trying not to shudder as the Queen of all toads took her own seat.

And to think he still had lessons with Ameretta and Damion afterward. "You may begin now." She instructed with that sickly sweet tone that he loathed with almost all his being. Yeah, this was going to be an amazing detention. Really. It was.

Harry Potter found himself enjoying his predicament despite the fact that he was in detention with his new first place despised teacher, poor professor Snape had been demoted down to second. Keeping his mind off the scorching pain in his hand he amused himself with watching the silver-haired Adonis who had begun to noticeably shift in his seat under Harry's constant glances.

He wasn't sure if courting was supposed to be this entertaining, but maybe he was just being slightly sadistic with the Slytherin, not that this revelation would stop his sadisticness of course.

"Alright, let me see them," came Umbridge's horrible bitter sweet voice, both him and Malfoy stood and reluctantly presented their hands to her. She took Harry's hand in hers inspecting it making him flinch, after she finished she made to inspect Malfoy's hand but the second she touched it the Slytherin whipped it back quickly clutching it to his chest. He couldn't see Malfoy's face as his bangs had shielded his eyes as he bent his head down.

Now that Harry thought about it, Malfoy had been in detention with her more times than anyone else in the entire school, including even himself. He grudgingly admitted that the fact raised in him a tiny microscopic respect for Malfoy.

Seeing Umbridge's ugly smirk of satisfaction the Gryffindor felt a bolt of anger surge through him. Sure Malfoy was a slimy ferrety git, but no one deserved to be bloody tortured by an ugly pig. "Fabulous, I do believe it's finally beginning to sink in, but I still want you here to make sure it's good and ingrained. You're both dismissed."

Harry gave Umbridge the nastiest glare he could form, which made the witch's smirk widen. He turned his attention to Malfoy who still stood with his bangs covering his eyes and his bloody hand clutched close to his chest. Harry cautiously moved closer, and delicately took hold of his uninjured hand, "Come on Malfoy." As he dragged Malfoy out the door, he could feel Umbridge's gaze follow them.

Once they were both out of the door and at least five feet away from the room, Potter stopped and turned to the Slytherin, "Malfoy?" The heir heard him, and wasn't sure what exactly he was supposed to say. It was bad enough that his hand was slick with his own blood and burning painfully, but now Potter's imperious seemed to have randomly worn off at the worst possible time to be replaced by his hero-complex self. What exactly am I supposed to do here? I have no idea what's going on. "Malfoy, are you okay?"

Potter's voice startled him from his thoughts; the golden dork seemed to be not-so-utterly-annoying-and-all-around-tiring-to-be-around than he usually is. That's kind of a long title… the heir thought distractedly. He could feel his eyes begin to droop involuntarily and his bloody hand start to numb, trying to forget its pain. Honestly the last thing on Draco's mind was starting a fight with Potter, rather getting to his deliciously warm and feather soft bed with his fluffy pillow and warm cotton blankets was foremost in his mind.

"…hem…fine…m…otter…" he mumbled under his breath, still envisioning his soft, warm, safe bed. He heard Potter try and stifle a laugh, the sound made him finally raise his head trying to give him a scathing glare, though he wasn't quite sure how successful it was, considering the moment he raised his head his eyes decided to become even more stubborn, and seemed to turn into lead and his mind went a little fuzzy. Sigh, why does this always happen to me? Wait…did I just sigh mentally? Great now Potter's craziness as infected me, just bloody brilliant…

Harry found the situation slightly amusing, he knew he shouldn't but he did. Seeing as how the Slytherin beside him was trying to fall asleep standing up, and attempting to glare at him, he couldn't really help but feel amused. "Come on Malfoy, don't make me carry you." He hadn't meant to really say that but now that he had unintentionally put the thought into his head, Harry found that he wouldn't mind all that much to carry the aloof Ice prince.

The Gryffindor heard Malfoy's indignant huff, "I….'don need… to 'b carried…" the raven didn't even bother to hold back a smirk, "Really?" the Slytherin tried to give him another glare, "don't…even…think about it." He mumbled slightly more coherent than before. Harry couldn't help, but think it was cute as Malfoy was still trying to glare at him. Okay, yes I admit I'm attracted to him, but Malfoy is NOT cute! Not cute not cute not cute not cute…

Without realizing the two had arrived at the Slytherin tower, Harry had to stop in his tracks before he hit the picture in front of him in turn causing the sleepy zombifyed Malfoy to collide with his back and stumble. "What the bloody hell Potter?" came the now semi-awake response from the Slytherin. Deciding now was an appropriate time to continue his torture…ah….courting of the teen, Harry gave him a low bow, "We seem to have arrived at our destination, so until we meet again…Malfoy."

Seeing the now clearly shocked and confused expression on Malfoy's face, Harry couldn't keep the smirk off his face, This is really fun, now I just have to get him to bloody go out with me, find out what he's up too and still save Hermione. With a final flourish of his hand he left to his own common room, having a lot of planning to do.

Draco still stood at the entrance to his common room, what in the world was Potter up to? The heir still had no idea what was wrong with the teen, promising himself to avoid Potter for the sake of his own sanity he forced his legs to move to the common room where Ameretta and Damion stood waiting for him.

Shit my hand! But it was too late; both of them had already seen it. He could see Damion's eyes redden, and fury in Amerretta's, "She's dead." Both of them whispered, almost too quiet for Draco to hear. The heir felt a little uncomfortable, feeling both of their rage rolling off them in waves, "Well, you can do that later…don't we need to start my lessons?"

At first it looked that the two were going to skip the lessons and go murder his DADA teacher, not that he would have complained, but they seemed to force themselves to calm down. "Fine, sit." Damion growled, his eyes still containing a red hue. The angel placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a look the heir couldn't place. The demon gave a small nod and disappeared from the room.

Draco stared at the angel in confusion, she allowed a small smile to touch her lips, "Well your highness, I don't believe you'll be having any physical lessons this time. He needs to go let off some stress, but don't worry no one will die…well tonight. Now let's begin where we left off last time." She paused to see her sleepy charge nod, and she felt another smile make its way to her lips.

"Al righties then…I believe I left off with Lavinia last time. We covered Daniel, Chelsea, Marcus and Carlton yes? Good. Now Zaine liked to wander about both kingdoms, and was usually accompanied by one of these five people, but he also like to slip away whenever the chance rose. A few weeks after his 16th birthday he managed to slip away by his self and get lost in the demon realm…"

She saw Draco's tired smirk and heard the mumbled, "Good for him." She gave a roll of her eyes before continuing, "Well while he enjoyed being lost and having everyone searching for him, he met a demon. Her name was Keena and she was an extremely attractive demon, very charming and powerful as well. The minute the two met they started fighting. Throwing insults at one another left and right, one would think they would never meet again if they could help it…"

"…Apparently that didn't happen. According to them when we asked them later on about it, they said that they had enjoyed their quarrels never having found anyone else to give them much of a challenge. They began to meet every second week, and that turned into every week, and then before we knew it she had moved into the palace with us…"

"…she was immediately liked by everyone, and even Zaine's father seemed to warm up to her a little. As time progressed, everyone started to notice the smell glances and feathery touches that the two exchanged. None of us were too surprised when they announced their engagement…" the angel stopped as her charge's head lay resting on his arms, and his breathing became soft and slow.

Her eyes softened as a tender smile appeared on her lips, picking up her young charge she made her way to his private rooms. Candace followed closely behind her; she set him down gently on the bed and tucked the covers under him. The small fox accompanied her master to bed, curling up next to his head.

Amerretta's eyes landed on his red hand and the anger came back in waves, she quickly left to go join her companion before she did anything that might be regretted later.