There's several ways I want to start this A/N... First, I'm sorry it took so long for this to get posted... I've actually had this done for like, a week, but I kept thinking I wanted to add more to it... but I didn't. The second is that I'm not sure about this chapter. I think I need some input on the way that you guys think my story is going. This is a bit short, but I kind of like the way it ends... I will try my hardest to get the next chapter finished and posted this weekend. I've just kind of been a bit bleh for a while, and I never write very well when I feel like that. lol.

Anyway, sorry it's late and short... Let me know what you think by reviewing, and I will love you forever. :D

"I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to trust us…" Harry said for the hundredth time tonight.

"I do trust you! That's why I'm here. I don't understand why you're leaving me out of this…" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. We'd all been arguing for well over an hour. None of it made any sense to me.

"We won't be gone long, and we need to make sure you and the camp stay safe," Hermione told me, placing her hand on my arm. I pulled away from her, and turned my back on the three of them.

Harry and Hermione were going somewhere together; they wouldn't tell me exactly where, or for what reason. Ron was going into the nearest town to see if he could find more information on the war, and I'm sure, to see if he could get some more bacon. I was being left at the camp, to sit and wait around to see if they came back. They could be captured in an instant, and I wouldn't even know about it.

These three people, who I used to think of as nothing, were now quickly becoming the best friends I had ever had, and will probably ever have for the rest of my life. They were leaving, and I didn't know how long they planned on staying out, doing God knows what. Would they be doing dangerous things? Would they need backup? Should I follow them, just in case they need me? If they get hurt I have potions that would cure just about anything I could think of. They could even be walking into a trap. They wouldn't tell me anything.

"Draco," Ron came up to me, standing just to the right of me. We definitely weren't fast friends, and we had never really gotten to the point where saying each other's first names was natural, but I knew he was a great guy, and he seemed to think the same about me; we just didn't talk much. "I know you think this isn't fair, but it's the way it has to be just now."

I sighed, nodded my head once, and he walked back to join the others.

"We'll be back soon, I promise," Hermione whispered in my ear. She kissed me on the cheek before she walked over to the edge of our protective campsite. Ron followed her away, and Harry came to stand next to me.

We were quiet for a moment. "We just have to be sure," He told me.

"Sure of what?" I asked, looking over at him.

"The three of us have known each other for seven years, Draco. There's very little we don't know about each other. But you… You really just came into the picture. We have to be careful about everything we do, including our choices about people we let into our secrets. Knowing the things we know will put you in even more danger than just being with us,"

I shook my head. "I don't care how much danger I'll be in. Can't you see that? I want to help. I want to be of use to you. Because I trust you guys more than I've ever trusted anyone ever before. I believe in you."

That was the first time I had ever been able to put into words the way I felt about being with Harry. I believed in him. I knew that he could do it. He could do anything he put his mind to.

Harry smiled. "Thank you, Draco. This is a very hard decision for us to have to make, but the plans have already been laid. The best way to show us that we can let you in, is for you to go along with what we've planned," he paused. "I will tell you this, though: this trip out of camp is more personal than anything else. Hermione and I are going to the cemetery where my parents were buried,"

A wave of understanding washed over me. Of course he wouldn't want me to go with them. That was a very private thing for him; as long as I've known him it's been a touchy subject, and to the best of my knowledge he's never been to their graves. I know it's going to be hard for him to actually go up to them, it just makes everything so much more… real.

"Alright Harry. I'll go along with whatever you tell me to, because I trust you. I'll do what I have to so that you feel like you can trust me too."

"Thank you Draco," he put his hand on my shoulder, and smiled.

I nodded my head. "What should I make for dinner?" I smirked.

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The sun was setting when I felt that something wasn't right. Harry and Hermione had left only a few minutes ago; Ron had decided to leave a little before them, so that he could get to town before the shops closed.

I closed my eyes and pushed the feeling away, assuming it was only my mind trying to get me to leave the campsite. Harry and Hermione probably weren't even out of the forest yet, they wouldn't have run into any trouble this quickly.

I waited about an hour before I started making dinner. I didn't think the three of them would be gone for too much longer; town wasn't too far from our camp, and they told me they would try not to be too late.

Ron came back about fifteen minutes after the food was finished cooking.

"Did you find much out?" I asked him after I had removed and then replaced the safety spells that surrounded us.

He shrugged. "I figured I'd just tell everyone at once. So I don't have to repeat myself, you know?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Sure. Uhh… Dinner's ready if you want it. I was going to wait for Harry and Hermione, but you're welcome to start without them," I pointed to the pot that was now placed next to the fire. I used a spell on the pot to keep the contents warm without the flame of the fire.

"Nah, I'll wait for them, too," he walked over to the fire and sat down next to it. I followed him over, sitting on a log a few feet away from him. "I found some bacon…"

I laughed out loud. "I thought you might. Here, I'll put it in my bag with the rest of the food." When I saw the look on his face, I added, "I promise I'll make sure I duplicate it before we eat it," I smirked.

He reluctantly handed over the meat. I never knew someone could be so attached to a dead part of an animal. Ron was slightly odd.