Sorry for the delay, school's been a pain, and I've had major writer's block. But here it is! Read and review! Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Harry

"No!!!" I screamed as Hermione fell to the ground.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Her hair swirled around in the air as she crashed down. The green light slowly faded as Hermione's lifeless body landed on the cold earth below her. I could almost hear her heartbeat stop. Both Ron and I stood, dumbfounded, staring at the blonde haired boy. He slowly turned his head to face me. A smile creeped onto his lips. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. My vision blurred as tears began to pour from my eyes. I quickly blinked them away. I didn't want to show my vulnerability to Hermione's killer. Then, it happened. I saw Malfoy's smile fade, and...no...could it be...shame? Shame spread across his face. He looked at Hermione's body, then back up to me. "I-I," he stuttered.

Ron interrupted him, "You what? You just killed her!"

Tears fell down his face too. Malfoy's eyes shifted back to mine. The guilt and shame didn't leave his expression. Suddenly, voices poured in from the open hole in the wall. "This way! They're over this way!"

The feelings I had just had changed from misery and shock, to panic. They had to be the rest of Voldemort's Death Eaters. They'd be here any minute to bring him and Ron back to the dark lord for him to do unthinkable ways of torture to them. Before I could say a word, Malfoy muttered, "Quick, you two, follow me."

I blinked. "You've got to be joking," I replied. "You? Follow you?"

Ron actually started laughing. Malfoy looked hurt. "Will you trust me? Just for like, 1 second? Or you'll die, by Voldemort's wand. And you know it."

He pointed his long, ghostly, pale finger at my chest. "You'll regret it. Even if you don't trust me. You'll die either way."

I saw Ron's eye twitch. We both knew that he was right. But this...this was obserd! Trust Draco Malfoy? I mean, actually trust him? I couldn't breathe for a minute there. Ron started to speak, "You little b..."

"We'll follow you," I interrupted.

Ron's mouth opened and closed like a fish. The voices became louder and louder from outside the opening. Malfoy sneered. "No we are not!" Ron protested with rage.

I gave him a look that said, 'watch it Ron, he's our only chance.'

"So what's it going to be?" Malfoy slithered, words like slime.

I looked over at Ron, the same time he looked at me. We both had the same thought in mind.

Draco

"We'll do it," Ron replied.

I grinned. It wasn't a sneer, but it was a real grin. Finally, they'd come to trust me. I actually had no idea why I was helping them. Most likely because...well...I didn't know. "Come on, we'll blast a hole threw the other side of the cave."

Harry nodded, but Ron just glared at me. Before Harry had a chance to come over to me, Ron pulled him aside. They started to whisper something. Ron looked over at me, then began to whisper again. The voices echoed through the cave as they came closer and closer to where we hid. My mind started to race. Oh god, we've got to get out of here if I'm going to save all of our skins. "Come on," I growled to them.

The two boys quickly came behind me, expecting me to do something to get us out of that mess. I thought quickly. "Grab my arm," I demanded.

They took hold of me, and looked up at my face, waiting for me to do something. I started to focus my energy to apperating. I could feel all 3 of us slowly fading from the scene. Just before we dissapeared completely, I watched the group of Death Eaters coming in threw the hole in the cave wall. "Hey! What the...?" one of them yelled, as he noticed us using magic to escape.

I ignored them and began to focus again on the new destination that we would be apperating to. I could only think of one place where we would truly be safe. I thought of the old Black house. I subconciously moved us on the map to that old mansion. As we traveled through the tunnel-like atmosphere of I felt Harry tighten his grip on my muscular bicep. Oddly enough, I liked the feeling of his fingers on my cloaked flesh. They sent pleasent vibes through my body all the way down to my toes. I basked in the moment for a moment, but then my senses came back to me. Stop it Malfoy, I told myself, He's your dreaded enemy. Just focus on getting both of them out of here, and THEN worry about your hormones. Slowly, all of us felt the ground on our feet as we appeared on the floor of Harry's former godfather's mansion. Harry and Ron let go of my arm as I slid to the ground, exhausted from the trip. "So what?" Harry snarled, looking down at me. "You kill off our best friend, at the hands of Voldemort, and then you offer to safe our lives and run away from your own master? What the hell is with you Malfoy? What's the trick here?"

I just stared up at him. Ron joined his side and looked at me with loathing. I questioned myself with this too. Why had I just saved them? Why hadn't I just did my Lord's wishes, and killed the annoying twit Weasley, then brought the Boy-Who-Won't-Die to him to kill? These questions baffled me. But I couldn't deal with that right now. I had to deal with the present. "Look, it's a long story..." I began.

Harry cut me off, "Don't give me that. There can't be a long story coming off of this. You aren't like that Malfoy. Now tell me. What the hell do you think you're doing? Risking your precious life for your two enemies?"

Anger flared in his eyes. It made him even hotter than he already was. Woah, stop it Malfoy. Get a grip. "Calm down," I said, not only to Harry, but to myself. "I just...I don't even know what I'm doing."

That stopped Weasley and Potter in their tracks. I could almost hear their thoughts. Malfoy? The slytherin king? Not knowing his own actions? Amazing. The apocolyps has finally come. I looked into Harry's eyes. They swirled with confusion and disbelief. "I-I don't know that we can trust you," he stuttered, "But it's our only option now."

He turned to Ron, "Let's trust him. He's our last hope."

Ron looked unsure at first, but then agreed, "Fine. But he's on probation."