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A/N Here's a long over due update :P Thank you to all who reviewed, they are greatly appreciated , Umm other notes would be to watch out for the next few chapters and cookies go out to whoever can guess what's going to happen!

"Harry, mate, is that you?" Ron asked Harry when he tried to tiptoe not so gracefully into the dormitory.

Harry halted in his steps and looked over to Ron's bed in the dark answering, "Yeah…" Harry did not want to recount the strange happenings with Malfoy to his best friend, but he knew it would be weaseled out of him eventually.

"Did you find the ferret?" Ron asked eagerly, his dark figure sitting up on the bed.

Harry shook his head, not much use since Ron couldn't see him in the dark. "Well did you?" Ron asked again

"Yeah, but it didn't go as I wanted it to," Harry responded dully. Offering Malfoy his hand because Malfoy seemed to be falling apart over Harry's lost memories had not been on his to do list when he'd been in a blind rage earlier.

"Did that bastard get away?" Ron hissed, his form getting rigid.

"Yes, but don't worry, he'll get his," Harry replied half-heartedly, the memory of Malfoy's eyes looking hurt made him hope otherwise. Now he didn't want Malfoy to get his.

Ron's silhouette settled back down to a lying position on the ground. "I—gue-uuuuh-sss," Ron yawned out, and neither spoke again for that night.

The next day greeted an anxious Draco. He'd gone to breakfast with the usual threats and shunning, but what really mattered to him was Harry. Potter wasn't ignoring him, but he wasn't paying any special attention to him when he first entered the Great Hall either.

Zabini was, though. "Fuck off, Malfoy, we don't want you sitting at our table anymore," he hissed out at him. Everyone at the table sensed a fight coming on and the Slytherin table seemed to disperse in a matter of minutes, saving themselves with excuses to go to classes.

The entire Great Hall, including the teachers, was watching the scene play out. Draco bet that the only reason the rest of the Great Hall wasn't helping to get Draco to quit school altogether was because of the teachers.

Draco took one of the now vacant seats far away from Zabini, though it wasn't much protection as other Slytherins near him were glaring at him as well. Draco tried to ignore it and eat but soon the angry glares sent his way burned the back of his head.

He got up, deciding he would go to the kitchens for meals from now on. It would be much more pleasant and, above all else, safer for him. Walking out of the Great Hall he heard the cheers.

"Yes, he's finally gone!"

"Awesome job, Zabini!"

And, "Wonder if we can get him to leave the school entirely."

Those were only a few of the whispers Draco heard on his way out of the Great Hall. 'I'm not leaving, you bastards. Do your fucking worst but I'm not going to leave so you can all feel like you've accomplished something,' Draco thought to himself.

Draco would have looked at Harry to see his reaction, if he had the time, to see if last night really had happened at all, but classes would start sooner then later and he had to get to the kitchens and back as quickly as possible.

Harry watched Zabini pick on Draco, and watched Draco leave with an angry feeling building up in him. How the hell could the teachers let that play out and not do a thing to stop it? Malfoy had every right to be at that table as Zabini did, they were both horrible.

Harry knew he really shouldn't feel sympathy for Malfoy but he couldn't help it, not after he'd had that dream again last night. As always the face was distorted and blurred when he tried to recall the dream. But those eyes, those grey eyes, were still there and watching him.

This time, though, he'd told Hermione about his dream because the eyes led him to Voldemort. He knew the face had been so clear while he dreamed, but as soon as he was in front of Voldemort and Voldemort screamed that spell out at him he forgot everything except those eyes.

"Harry, is the dream about what happened during Easter?" Hermione asked as she took a sip from her pumpkin juice before Draco had strolled in.

Harry was about to say, "Yes, I think—" when Malfoy had come in and Zabini had told him to get out. After a minute Harry got up as well, hoping he could catch up with Malfoy.

"Harry where are you going?" Hermione asked when he got up off his chair, leaving his unfinished toast on his plate. Harry shrugged, not really feeling like making up an excuse.

"I'm just going to go back to the dormitory for something," he said, leaving the hall without explaining the rest of his dream to Hermione. He actually forgot he wanted to talk to about it.

Ron looked up from the Daily Prophet he'd been reading just in time to see the back of Harry's head going out the doors. Looking back at the plate, he frowned because he was sure Harry had only been starting to eat the piece of toast. What could distract him enough to make him forget about eating?

"Hermione, do you think Harry wants that last piece of toast?" Ron asked, and she laughed at his confused expression, shaking her head 'no.'

Harry spotted Malfoy when he got closer to the kitchens. Malfoy was about to tickle the pear when Harry called out to him. "Malfoy!"

Malfoy looked up with a cautious glance and one hand shooting down into his robes, Harry suspected to grab his wand. Harry wondered how badly Malfoy had been ridiculed over the past year to make him so wary of anyone, seeing as he couldn't remember.

"Whoa, Malfoy, it's only me. Don't have to hex me now," Harry said with a small smirk, and Malfoy only looked at Harry as if he was Snape in a pink tutu. Harry dropped the smirk and cleared his throat. "Want someone to join you?" Harry asked innocently enough.

"You want to?" Malfoy asked. He looked so surprised that his grey eyes had widened considerably and his mouth hung open unattractively. Harry only calmly laughed at him. Malfoy lost the look and scowled at him, getting defensive quicker then a viper would.

Harry sighed, realizing that if he didn't treat Malfoy with an easily seen respect of sorts Malfoy wouldn't even bother talking to him. Easing up and acting a little more serious, Harry replied, "Yes, Malfoy, I want to keep you company. Zabini's a prat."

"Don't let that be your only reason," Malfoy mumbled, looking slightly upset. 'Is there any pleasing him?' Harry wondered, but Malfoy was already tickling the pear. It squirmed and giggle, then the handle appeared.

Malfoy took a grasp of it, and Harry watched the hand. He was reminded of something again, heat rushing to his cheeks immediately because of it. Why Malfoy's hands reminded him of THAT particular activity, Harry didn't even think on it.

Following Malfoy into the kitchen, the smells of food reminded him he didn't even begin to start on that piece of toast he'd buttered in the Great Hall. "Harry Potter!" Harry heard Dobby squeal in delight.

Looking down at the elf Harry offered him a warm smile, ignoring Kreacher who also came to service him. Kreacher may hate it but he was Harry's elf now, as much as Harry's death would please him. "Hello, Dobby."

"Hello, Mister Malfoy!" Kreacher said more happily, and Malfoy nodded his way. Harry had one second to wonder how Kreacher knew who Malfoy was, and why he seemed so fond of him.

Malfoy said right away after the house elves greeted them, "I want some toast and tea right this minute, got that?" Malfoy may have been ordering the elves but the way he said and acted while ordering them around suggested he was more anxious to get away from them.

"Just let me have a piece of toast, Dobby," Harry said to the elf waiting eagerly to get Harry's order.

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir, right away!" Dobby said happily, scuttering off to get Harry some toast. Harry stood beside Malfoy as their orders were gotten for them, Harry glancing over at Malfoy.

"Not ordering them around like they're lower then you today?" Harry asked, seeing if the ass he knew as Malfoy would come back. He wasn't sure how to act around Malfoy right now. Not that he'd ever been able to act well around him.

"I get treated like a house elf enough by everyone around here, there's no reason to treat them like I did anymore," Malfoy said.

"I noticed," Harry replied, but that was yet again the wrong thing to say to Malfoy. Malfoy acted like a bird with ruffled feathers and snapped back at Harry.

"How could you not?"

"Sorry," Harry muttered. "When is that food going to get here?"

Harry and Malfoy stayed silent after that until Dobby and Kreacher brought them their breakfasts. Malfoy took his carefully, sipping the tea and savouring how warm it was.

Harry grabbed the toast off the plate and smiled at Dobby in thanks, scarfing it down right away. Malfoy gave him a look and rolled his eyes with a weird familiarity. "What?" Harry asked him.

"You know, if you savour your food you might actually realize it's in your stomach." Malfoy preached. Harry glared at him for a second, before taking another bite of his toast and chewing it slowly, taking his time to swallow it.

Malfoy got his old smirk back for a second. Harry realized how horrified he seemed to get once he realized he was getting comfortable with Harry, and took the smirk off his face.

Harry sighed and ate his toast slowly, leaving the kitchens with Malfoy. They parted without words, both not entirely sure they wanted to give an inch of trust to the other. 'Well, at least Malfoy can be civil,' he thought as he reached the charms corridor.

Once Harry saw Hermione and Ron, Hermione holding two book bags, he realized he'd left the Great Hall in such a hurry he'd completely forgotten to take his books along with him.

Harry smiled at Hermione apologetically. "Thanks, Hermione." Hermione only smiled back at him and handed his books over to him silently, not bothering to give him a lecture on how important his books were.

"What did you get in the dormitory Harry?" Ron asked him.

"I don't know," Harry responded, grinning at how confused Ron seemed and how Hermione was laughing at Ron.

"You two are in on something, aren't you?" Ron said suspiciously.

"Nope."

"We're not Ron."

"Then what are you on about, Harry?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged, heading into the charms classroom to take his and Ron's usual seats at the back.

"Nothing, Ron, forget it," Harry replied, but Ron didn't seem satisfied with being told that. He didn't act too immature about how weird Harry was acting, but he wasn't happy about being left out of Harry's thoughts.

Draco hated Herbology. He loathed it with a passion ever since a mandrake screamed in his ear and knocked him out during second year. Now he stood glaring at the hopsroot plant with detest.

The hopsroot kept moving its roots on him, refusing to be planted in the rich soil. Draco worked alone, like always, and tried shoving the hopsroot into the pot. The roots resisted and the planted hopped right out of Draco's hands to hide behind a table leg.

Walking angrily towards the quivering plant, Draco bent down to grab it when a foot collided with his ankle. Yelping in pain, Draco lost his balance and fell to the floor. Glaring as he looked up at Zabini, he thought about what he had done to gain this new enemy.

It wasn't like he'd ever really said or done anything to Zabini to give him a whole lot of reason to lash out at him lately. Zabini spat on his cheek, and stepped over him, scuffing dirt onto Draco's robes.

Cringing in disgust of having spit on his cheek, he wiped it off and fought the urge to run off and hide from Zabini. Draco slowly got up, looking for Professor Sprout. She was busy helping Crabbe and Goyle get their hopsroot into the pot so she must not have seen Zabini kick him.

Draco tried not to cry out when he stood up, his ankle bruised from the harsh kick. Draco felt something brush up against his leg, and looked down to see his hopsroot lying calmly at last at his foot.

Picking the plant up, he limped over to his plot and carefully planted the hopsroot with his hands, getting them dirty and not caring one bit. Patting the soil down and taking his watering can, he took pride for once in watering a plant.

Around him students were still scrambling to get their plants into the soil. Professor Sprout noticed this and awarded Draco fifteen points for a job well done. Draco wished she hadn't because the scowls, Zabini's especially, scared him.

As soon as lunch came around, Draco was running off towards the library. He was certain Zabini was on a personal mission to make his life living hell, and right now the only thing he wanted to do was get lost in reading.

He was enjoying his book when someone sat across from him with a thump. Draco looked up to see Zabini's dark eyes staring him down. Draco gulped and eyed him warily, reaching down into his robes for his wand.

"What do you want?" Draco asked as he eyed Zabini's every move apprehensively.

Zabini only sat back on the chair and put his arms behind his head, leaning back as he stretched his back. "Can't you tell?" he asked in an arrogant tone.

Draco growled out dangerously as he clutched his wand within his robe. Zabini was acting too comfortable for Draco to feel safe, even with Madame Pince watching the library like a hawk.

"Oh yes, you wanting to kill me like the rest of this school, that's easy enough to tell. Can you just leave me alone?" Draco said. He was looking around the table for a way to escape Zabini without getting himself cursed.

"I don't want to," Zabini said simply, grinning maliciously at him. Draco soon saw how many people were eyeing them, waiting for another fight to erupt. Draco looked over his shoulder, and Zabini took that moment to grab him by the collar of his shirt.

Whispering into Draco's ear, Zabini hissed roughly, "If you come into the Dormitory tonight, I'll make sure you wish you were never born." Zabini let him go and sat back down across from Draco before standing up.

As Zabini walked away, their audience scowled at Draco and showed their disappointment that Zabini hadn't done worse by booing. Madame Pince put a stop to it right away, though. "If you don't all quit it, I'll throw you all out!" she yelled sternly, and the library was once again silent with only quills scratching parchment for noise.

Draco gathered up his books and ran out of the library, heading for the South Tower for safety from Zabini. How was he going to pull off not going to the dormitory for a night? And what if Zabini would make sure he never went back to his dormitory?

Draco wasn't about to risk that threat and go into his dormitory. Oh no, he'd save his skin tonight and find a place to sleep, even if it meant a cold, dusty, stone floor of an empty classroom.

'What about all my stuff?' Draco thought and he stopped on his way up the stairs to the South Tower. He could worry about where he'd sleep later, he had to get his trunk and belongings out of that dormitory as soon as possible without being caught by Zabini.

'I should have just killed myself and gotten it over with,' Draco thought as he walked back down the steps, checking around him all the time for signs of other students.

Draco had gotten into the dormitory without problems, most of the Slytherins ignoring him when he walked into the common room. All of the other sixth year Slytherins were out enjoying their lunch break, but Zabini might be planning to kill Draco.

Draco first pulled the top of his trunk open and grabbed some of the items on his dresser to shove them inside. He was setting himself on figuring out how to magic the trunk to float as well as be invisible, while he somehow got it out of the common room and past the corridors to an empty classroom.

Not to mention what would happen if Dumbledore found out he'd moved himself out of the dormitories unannounced. Draco was pondering what to do if Dumbledore approached him about it and how he would explain something he didn't even want to explain to Snape when someone came from behind and pushed him down onto his bed painfully.

"I told you if you came—"

"You said tonight!" Draco cried out in fear, Zabini's hands were too close to his neck for his comfort. 'I don't want to be killed painfully!' Draco thought to himself in desperation, unable to say it aloud because Zabini was pushing his neck down to the bed.

Zabini laughed and released the pressure on Draco's neck. "You're right, I did. Well I guess I'll have to get you later," Zabini said and got up off of Draco and the bed. Draco rolled over and started to breathe right again.

Draco was afraid to move. He'd been in this situation before where others tried to make him miserable, but never one of the Slytherins. He knew he was fucked the minute Zabini left the dorm.

"I wouldn't bother taking your stuff with you, I'll find you eventually," Zabini told him as soon as he got up off his own bed. Draco glanced over at him once he was out of the door and stared at his trunk.

'Maybe I'll just hide for a few days and let this whole thing blow over,' Draco decided, leaving his trunk in the room when lunch ended. He went to his next class mulling over hiding places

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