"She hates me," Draco moaned, sitting on one of the old dusty couches in Grimauld Place. Harry looked at him for a moment with an inquisitive look on his face. "For Merlin's sake, Potter, what?" Draco burst out, throwing a particularly vicious glare his way.

"Well… did you?" he asked hesitantly. "Did I what?" Draco hissed. "Well I mean... your father was the one who set her up. You must have known something," Harry pointed out.

"Are you asking me if I knew that Harper was in line to be the Dark Lord's fuck toy?" Draco asked in disbelief. Mrs. Weasley turned red at the use of such vulgar language. Harry just shrugged, not moving his eyes from Draco's face.

"Brilliant! Just brilliant Potter! You've found me out! I handed her over to the Dark Lord! Congratulation! I just came to you on bended knee and kissing ass for kicks then?" Draco was nearly hysterical with fury. Harry was reaching the same fury level as he stood up and got in Draco's face.

"Listen, Malfoy. We don't call him "The Dark Lord" here! That's what you Death Eaters call him. If you're really on our side, you should cut the Death Eater Lingo and start calling him Voldemort!"

As this fight escalated, Tonks stood up to go check on Harper. She made her way up the old, creaky staircase and knocked on Harper's door lightly. "Harper, may I come in?" She heard a little sniffling from behind the door before he heard a faint "Sure".

She opened the door and saw Harper sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest. Tonks smiled softly at her and sat on the edge of her bed. "Harper, I need to ask you a few questions…" Her only response was a small nod.

"Harper… I need to know if Voldemort hurt you," she asked as carefully and kindly as she could. "You want to know if he raped me," Harper said harshly. Tonks couldn't deny it; it's what she needed to ask. "Well he didn't," she said quietly, pulling her knees tighter to her chest.

"So you're pretty mad at Malfoy, aren't you?" Tonks said casually, adopting a more casual slouching position. Harper snorted bitterly. "That would be an understatement," she hissed. "Why's that?" she asked, trying to keep her tone of voice light and friendly.

"What do you mean, why? He sold me out to Voldemort!" Harper was confused. She thought Tonks would have known that by now. "Are you sure?" Tonks asked. Harper gave her a strange look. "Of course I'm sure," she said defensively.

"All I'm saying is that if Draco did nominate you, he worked terribly hard to get you back," Harper paused for a second. "What do you mean?" Tonks smiled a little at her. "You should have seen him when he first came here. He was kissing some serious ass and did some serious begging and groveling to get us to help. All pride and dignity out the window, for you."

Harper didn't know how to handle this new information. It was the Malfoys who had set her up; she knew that for sure. But did the Malfoys really mean all of the Malfoys? Tonks sighed and got off her bed. "I'll let you rest now, you must be exhausted," Harper just nodded before crawling under the covers while Tonks silently exited the room.

Harper tossed and turned for hours. She couldn't get the question out of her head. Had she chucked a perfectly nice vase at an innocent man's head? She couldn't take it anymore. She rolled out of bed and searched the house for Draco's room. When she finally found it, she didn't know what to do.

She slowly walked up to the edge of his bed, kneeling beside it. She gently shook him awake. "Draco… Draco" she whispered. He slowly opened his eyes, "Harper? What are you doing here?" he asked sleepily.

"I-I had a bad dream" she lied. "Oh…" was Draco's only reply, amazed that she had come to him. She was still mad at him… wasn't she? "Listen Draco…" She began unsurely. "I know you didn't know anything about the whole… Voldemort thing. I'm sorry I almost mauled you…" Draco chuckled a little and made room for her in the bed. "Hop in," Harper crawled in obediently. As she felt his steady breath on the back of her neck and feeling his weight press down on the other side of the mattress, all she could do was smile, knowing that everything was right between them again.