Alright so I'm going to alter the plot a bit to fit in with Deathly Hallows. The story is now going to be Deathly Hallows with a twist: Draco joins the good side.

"Who ees she?" Fleur snarled.

"Who am I?" Addie spat back. "I am Addie Samantha White."

Aside from Draco, the rest of the table seemed dangerously unaware of what was to come if Fleur and Addie began to duel. Each of them possessed powers of combat which, if unleashed, could wreak havoc on the Weasley home.

As if this place doesn't already look like a dung pile. Draco thought.

He immediately felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized that he needed to work harder to suppress his old way of thinking. Draco paused and looked around the table; none of the others seemed to want to stop the imminent fight. The girls, no doubt, wanted to give Addie the chance to finish Fleur, and the boys, Draco mused, were probably hoping that the two beauties would throw away their wands and engage physical combat that no doubt would end with the two women sprawled out on the floor panting and gleaming with sweat, their clothes torn to pieces…

Draco winced. He really could not think like that.

Addie held her wand high above her head, and Draco jumped up from the table. He quickly crossed to where Addie stood and coaxed down her wand arm.

"Get off her, Malfoy!" George Weasley commanded, also hurrying to the space next to Addie.

Draco, however, let his hands remain on Addie's shoulders.

"And then what?" He asked venomously. "You all were too busy daydreaming to realize what's going on here, so I thought I'd stop it."

"That doesn't mean you get to—"

"I'll decide who gets to touch me and who doesn't thank you, George," Addie cut in.

"What?" George shouted. "You want this maggots hands on you?"

"If he stops me from killing her," Addie indicated Fleur with a slight twitch of her head, "then yes."

"I weel not be spoken about as eef I am not in zee room!" Fleur announced.

"And I will not be called a maggot!" Draco added, temper rising.

"You'll be called what I say you're called!" George snarled.

Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at the Weasley twin's throat, "I will NOT be called a maggot!"

"I don't need a wand to fight you Malfoy!" George spat, balling his hands into fists.

"And if you fight my brother I'll step in!" Fred added, preparing himself for a fight.

"Oh two on one?" Draco laughed. "That's fair."

"Since when do you play fair, Malfoy?" Harry said from across the table.

"Oh stay out of this, Potter!" Malfoy shot back.

"Don't you tell Harry what to do!" Ron said, rising from his seat.

"If I hadn't tried to stop Addie from killing the girl she just might have!" Draco shouted.

"I weel not be spoken about as zou I am not 'eer!" Fleur interrupted. "I 'ave a name you know!"

"Shut up you Veela scum!" Addie shouted from across the table, lunging at Fleur.

"Get off me you Siren peeg!" Fleur shouted back, wand drawn.

Ginny leapt up to stop Addie from attacking. Addie threw her hands off.

"Don't touch me you boyfriend stealer!" She said immediately.

"I did NOT steal your boyfriend!" Ginny shouted back. "He wasn't yours by the time I had him!"

"Oh is that what he told you, then because I distinctly remember—"

"Oh will you two stop bickering!" Hermione said angrily.

"Shut up Hermione!" Ginny yelled. "This doesn't involve you!"

"Oh it doesn't?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"No, it doesn't," Ginny stated. "Not all of us can manipulate our ways into boys' hearts!"

"Manipulate?" Hermione cried.

"Yeah, what was all that business with McLaggen if not a manipulation of my brother?" Ginny spat.

"You little rat!" Hermione cried.

The room suddenly exploded into a frenzy of spells, curse words, and angry fists. Draco had the sneaking suspicion that in his search for red hair he'd accidentally hit Ginny. While Ginny, midway through an attack on who she thought to be Hermione, ended up finding herself atop on of the twins, pummeling him with her fists. Addie had her hands around Fleur's throat and they were thrashing around wildly on the floor as the boys all went for Malfoy who could only barely defend himself.

If there's one thing I'm grateful to the Dark Lord for, Draco thought, it's training me in combat.

He blasted two of the Weasley twins off him just in time to spin around and deflect a curse by Harry, though he was not fast in enough to stop Ron from punching him square in the jaw. A fireball, hurled by Fleur courtesy of her Veela powers, sent the dining room table ablaze but was quickly put out by a momentarily stationary Hermione just before Ginny pounced on her from behind.

The fighting continued as the group of teenagers destroyed the Weasley family dining room in an attempt to destroy each other. Finally after several long minutes of not stop combat a shocked Mrs. Weasley appeared in the doorway.

"Stop this instant!" She shouted.

The teenagers obliged, though only after Harry had jinxed Draco one last time.

"I cannot believe such behavior!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "You all are supposed to be young adults! Explain yourselves!"

At once the crowed of teenagers (excluding Fleur, who was an adult) began to talk wildly over one another throwing out accusation after accusation. Draco, however, remained in the back, nursing his wounds and biding his time. Another valuable lesson that Draco had been taught during his stint as a Death Eater was when it was appropriate to talk and when it was best to stand back. The scene before him was painfully reminiscent of days among Death Eaters. Upon their failure each Death Eater would begin hurried explanations in hopes that the Dark Lord would spare them, and as each Death Eater became almost incomprehensible in their frantic pleas for forgiveness the Dark Lord would raise his wand and mutter Crucio sending each of them into torturous fits of pain, while Draco, a mere boy of sixteen, would look on in wide-eyed wonderment.

"One at a time!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "Harry, dear, why don't you begin?"

Perfect Potter, Draco thought angrily, of course…

Harry cleared this throat and began a hasty explanation, "Well you see, Fleur and Addie started fighting because well—they're—err—natural enemies. And so Malfoy jumped in which made George mad so they had a row. So Fred, Ron, and I stepped in which got Hermione involved and then Addie started to fight with Ginny who fought Hermione and then—err—we were all fighting."

Mrs. Weasley stood for a moment, surveying the scene in front of her. The deep creases on her face led Draco to believe that she was deeply disappointed in the group that stood in front of her, yet too tired to fully reprimand them.

With a flick of her wand the kitchen repaired itself and she then turned once more to examine the tattered youths in front of her. Ginny's hair was singed all along the bottom and her nose was bleeding steadily. Fred and George were both wincing in pain and examining their own black eyes while George also nursed his left hand whose knuckles were covered in blood. Fleur, who looked livid, was catering to her own burnt hands and had scratches running down the side of her face. Harry was busy repairing his smashed glasses and cradling his left arm in his right as there seemed to be an enormous gash on the side which was leaking thick yellow pus. Ron had helped Hermione into a chair and was getting ice for her wrist which was swelling rapidly as his own eye began to puff up painfully. Draco, who seemed to have sustained the worst injuries felt as though his entire body had been ripped to pieces. His clothing was torn and his vision was become blurry in both eyes due to the swelling. Addie on the other had showed no signs of having been involved in the conflict at all. Had it not been for her torn shirt sleeve and disheveled pony-tail Draco would have been inclined to believe that she had merely sat down in the corner and watched the fight as it had taken place. She had clearly already Healed her own wounds and was in the process of brushing the ash off her clothing.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley huffed, "Addie, I'm sure you can take care of them."

Addie sighed and looked casually around the room.

"All of them," Mrs. Weasley added, indicating Fleur.

With that she left the room.

"Alright, fine," Addie said, "Everyone sit down I'll tend to you each individually."

Each of them sat in their own chair as Addie went around to tend to them each individually starting with George.

"Black eyes are easy," She smiled placing her delicate hand over George's right eye.
"It's some of these curse wounds that are going to be a little bit tricky. Who used the bolbastrous curse?" She asked, indicating a large pulsating wound on the side of George's face.

"I did," Draco said quietly secretly impressed with his work.

"Well it was very good," She smiled. "Tricky though. George turn your head I have to see your—oh my God!"

She shrieked and jumped away from his seat.

"Your ear!" She shouted when she'd finally regained her composure. "When did you—"

"It's a long story," George cut in. "Snape blasted it off the night we went to go get Harry."

Draco felt almost ashamed to realize that he had never noticed the deep black hole in the side of the Weasley twin's face. He had, for the most part, tried to avoid George Weasley and in turn had not spent much time looking at him. The hole seemed so obvious to him now that it had been pointed out. He wondered how he could have missed it in the first place.

His heart sank at the thought of the people to whom he'd once held allegiance. He really had admired Snape, but now he saw the man for what he truly was. George sat in front of him, so young, so full of life, yet irreparably scarred. He knew what George was going to ask, and he knew that Addie would not be able to help him, even though he could see in her eyes that she so desperately wanted to.

"Hey Addie, do you think you could—"

"I don't think I can, George," She answered sadly. "Not without you ear. I could put it back on, but I don't think I can grow it back, not with a curse as powerful as Snape's."

"Yeah…" George said sadly, "That's what I figured."

Addie attempted to continue to Heal George and ignored the sense of awkwardness that had filled the room.

"There you go," She clapped her hands together after finishing with George's final bruise. "As good as new!"

"You're amazing Addie, really, a gem," He smiled. Draco felt a pang of jealousy rise in the pit of his stomach.

"Alright one-eared-wonder," Fred cut in protectively, "Enough trying to impress the ladies the rest of us have cuts that need to be cured."

Addie turned her attention hastily to Fred who only took a few seconds to repair, seeing as he'd only gotten a black eye out of the squabble. Addie then moved on to Ron who gazed apologetically at Hermione after he'd nearly jumped out of his chair at the prospect of Addie Healing the wound on his upper thigh. Hermione's ankle proved to be one of the tougher ailments for Addie to mend, seeing as she'd managed to break it diving out of the way of a well placed curse by Ginny. Ginny and Addie remained in stony silence as she Healed the wounds that had been, for the most part, inflicted by Addie herself. Ginny managed a hasty "thanks" before moving to the opposite side of the room to sit with the others who had been cured.

Addie then turned to examine Harry, whose arm was almost entirely covered in pus and began to smell strongly of petrol.

"Give me your arm."

"It's fine, you don't have to," He said hastily, shooting a glance at Ginny.

"Harry, don't be stupid, give me your arm. That cut is infected," She, too, shot a glance in Ginny's direction.

"Harry, just give her your arm," Ginny said.

"I don't need her to Heal me," He said quietly.

"Yes you do you idiot," Addie laughed, taking Harry's arm by force, "I know that you hate the thought of having to rely on others, but really Harry, you've got to be kidding."

She took his and enclosed both her hands around the steadily oozing wound. She closed here eyes tightly and began to take deep even breaths. Harry looked awkward and uncomfortable as she kept her hands clasped tightly around his bicep. When she finally pulled away the wound was completely gone, and though his arm was still covered in pus, there was no sign of damage.

"I am good," She smiled.

"Eef you are so good then would you be so kind as to 'elp me?" Fleur said scathingly. "I am getting married in two days I do not 'ave the time to go to a proper 'eeler."

"A proper Healer?" Addie raised an eyebrow. "What was that I just did if it was not proper healing?"

"You are just a leetle girl, you 'ave not been trained," Fleur laughed. "You are a leetle girl weeth a valuable gift, zat is all."

"Just get over here, Veela, before I change my mind about helping you."

Fleur paused for a moment, deciding whether or not she really needed Addie's help, but ultimately decided that she did and sat begrudgingly in the chair.

"Give me your hands," Addie instructed, holding out her own.

Fleur half-heartedly put her hands into Addie's and they Healed almost instantly. Fleur looked impressed for a moment, but then hastily turned her expression back into a scowl. Addie then unceremoniously grabbed Fleur's magnificent face and put her palms up to her cheek instantly removing the scratches that had been placed there.

"You're done," Addie spat. "Don't you have fittings to do?"

"Yes," Fleur said, standing up, "Ginny, Hermione, won't you come weeth me?"

"Good riddance," Addie mumbled, finally turning to Draco.

"You got it bad," She said, eyeing Draco's wounds.

"Yeah," He replied through a swollen mouth, "bud id will be okay."

He wanted to kick himself for how stupid he sounded. He, Draco Malfoy, a boy brought up in a household that prided itself on nobility was sitting in a room full of mudbloods and blood traitors having his wounds healed by a seventeen year old part Siren, the idea seemed almost unreal to him.

She held her palms up to his eyes and he felt the pain melt away. When she pulled her hands away his vision was no longer obscured, and the room came back into focus. Her face was the first thing he saw, and she was smiling sweetly at him. She gingerly took his arm in her hands and began to trace her fingers along his cuts eliminating them at her touch.

"Dow all you have to do is my mouf," He smiled as she finished cleaning up the gash on his cheek.

"Yes…" She said thoughtfully, "That's the part I'm worried about."

"Why worried?" He said, tasting something salty he thought must have been blood, "Cad't you fix id?"

"Yes," She said quietly, "I can fix it. It's just the way I have to fix it that's going to be a problem…"

"Whad do you mead?" Draco asked, though he felt nearly certain he knew what she was going to have to do.

Addie turned to the crowd that stood behind her, all of whom had hushed in apprehension of what was to come.

"Do any of you remember doing this?" She asked. Her voice harsh.

"Yeah," Harry said, "I hexed him, so what?"

"You hexed his mouth with a hex that was meant to be aimed at the—well—not at the mouth!" She stammered.

"What do you mean not to be aimed at the mouth?" He shot back.

"Scrotumsortus, I presume, was the hex you used?" She placed her hand lazily on her hip.

The Weasley twins snickered as Draco placed his hands up to his lips and wiped away a silvery white liquid.

"So—so his mouth is filled with s—"

"That's the general idea, yes!" Addie shouted over Harry's voice.

"Alright Draco, I'm going to have to kiss you." She said matter-of-factly.

George Weasley, who had been roaring with laughter, stopped immediately and fixed his eyes on Addie and Draco.

Before Draco could respond Addie had swooped in and placed her lips on his. The kiss felt surreal. He could feel his lips shrinking almost as soon as they touched her, but the kiss lingered long after he felt that he'd been properly Healed. When she finally pulled away Draco felt giddy and lightheaded, a sensation he had never before encountered.

Draco looked up and his eyes immediately met with George's. He looked livid, almost as though it was all he could do but run over and start the fight all over again. In fact, Draco had a strong suspicion that the only thing holding him back from doing so was the threat of Addie having to bestow upon him yet another Healing kiss.

"You're done," She said softly.

"Yeah," Draco responded in a whisper.

The two looked at each other, their gazes lingering on the others eyes before Addie turned away abruptly.

"Alright, well, if everyone's all cleaned up I supposed I have to get my dress for the wedding. Oh joy…"

She ran up the stairs quickly, not sparing Draco or George another glance.