Umm, I have nothing to say except how sorry I am about the tardiness of this update. Finals and other end of school stuff all kinda caught up to me at once. So I am so sorry! I got tons of great reviews though, so thank you all for those! A bunch more follows and favorites too! Thank you guys so much.

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"Fine," I sighed.

Draco rolled over on the floor and moaned.

"Oh don't be such a baby. I only got a few good hits in," Ron snapped at him.

I pushed past Ron and leaned over Draco. His nose was broken. Around me he always seemed to have some sort of nose injury. With a faint smile I reached for my wand and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I didn't have my wand. I had my beaded bag, but my wand hadn't been in there when we were captured.

He smiled weakly and dug around his pocket. "You might need this Hermione."

Draco pulled out a slender piece of wood. My wand. He handed it to me and I felt the familiar surge of magic. Yes, this one was definitely mine.

"Episkey," I said and he flinched as his nose popped back into place.

Carefully, I helped him to his feet. He fell onto me and I started towards a couch, ignoring the death glare I was getting from my two best friends.

"While I am quite agreed that we need the whole story-," Fred started.

"Oh my, you're hurt. Come with me Mr. Malfoy, I'll get you all fixed up," Mrs. Weasley gushed while I smiled at her. At least one person could look past his name and be a mother. "You too Hermione."

Harry started to protest and she silenced him with a look.

"Judging by the state of them, this isn't a set up. And that means the story can wait half an hour," she had a tone of finality in her voice and no one argued. "Fred, George, help us out here."

The twins took Draco from me and I almost laughed at the look of discomfort on his face. The five of us went upstairs. Mrs. Weasley sent me into Ginny's bathroom to clean up while they went to one of the shared boys bathrooms.

"Hold on," I called.

On a hunch I dug around the bag and pulled out a change of clothes for Draco. His mom knew what she was doing. I tossed them to Fred who got them easily, before we headed our separate ways.

I let steaming water wash over me, cleansing my skin of the little bit of blood that was left. The torrential downpour outside had washed most of Draco's blood off of me, replacing it with mud. It still had to hit me that I was completely free. Only, if I really thought about it, I wasn't. Voldemort was still out there. He still had to be defeated.

And then there was Draco. There is a muggle condition, called Stockholm Syndrome, where the captive falls in love with their captor. I doubted I had that though, my mind was to strong to fall victim to a psychological problem. Besides, I had never felt any sympathy for Draco while he was torturing me, which was, from what I understood, a definite sign of Stockholm Syndrome. And did the captor act like they cared for the captive? No.

No, I didn't have Stockholm Syndrome.

In some ways I wish I did, because it would make things a whole lot simpler. I would know what this feeling was, this, dare I say it, attraction towards him. Him. The boy I had hated since first year. And he had hated me just as much if not more, or so I thought.

Draco didn't hate me anymore. That much was obvious, and it left me confused about what he did feel. Only I wasn't confused, I realized. I knew exactly how he felt, I just needed to think about it.

Inviting me to stay in his bed because I was a little bit cold. Freaking out about some bruises, and spending a whole day brewing a potion with me, simply to heal a cut on my face. Plus, wasting his precious pain paste on me. He cared, and I knew it. He knew it too and it scared both of us, and because I was the Gryffindor I was going to have to bring it up. Only later.

An angry shout disturbed my thoughts and I finished my shower quickly. Lucky for me, Ginny had grown to about my size, so I borrowed a muggle outfit from her closet. A pair of old jeans, a long sleeve black shirt, and a pink sweater. I grabbed my wand and tucked it in my pocket. It was never leaving my sight again.

There were no more sounds from downstairs so I unpacked my beaded back onto Ginny's bed. From what I could tell all the potions were still there. A few more strengthening potions, empty vials that once contained polyjuice potion, and a few potions Ron and Harry had made. They're probably more poisonous than helpful, judging by the swearing that had traveled through Grimmauld Place when they had been brewing them.

All my books were still there, thank god they didn't see the content of some of the volumes. Then they would have known about the horcruxes.

Narcissa had added several changes of clothes for her son. I pulled them out and refolded them neatly, surprised when I found more sweatpants,T-shirts and jeans than his usual dress shirts and black pants.

Draco's container of paste tumbled out. For a while I was honestly impressed with Narcissa Malfoy. Not only had she been brave enough to help us escape, she had also known about a lot of her son's secrets and never told his father. In her own way, she was as brave as Harry, Ron, and I.

Then a thin envelope fluttered out of the bag. Draco's name was written in elegant cursive and it was sealed with what I assumed was the Malfoy seal. For a moment I was tempted to open it, but I didn't. This was rightfully Draco's to open. If he wanted me to see it, he would show me.

Tucking the envelope in my pocket, grabbing the paste, and leaving everything else on Ginny's bed I headed downstairs.

"Draco!" I called as I entered the living room.

He was sitting on the largest couch with the twins while Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch opposite to them. The two adult Weasleys sat in armchairs, pushed close together.

He glanced up at me and I tossed him the silver container. Fred gave me a suspicious look and, with a sigh, Draco unscrewed the lid for Fred to study. He seemed to find it safe because he didn't argue.

Harry and Ron looked over at me expectantly. It was good to see that they were still as impatient as ever and I couldn't help a grin from forming. I gave them a look that told them plainly to wait while I pulled up the last armchair.

I noticed Draco's wand sitting by Mr. Weasley.

"So, Hermione dear, will you please tell us what happened?" Mrs Weasley asked kindly.

I smiled at her and glanced at my boy- I mean Draco. WHOA! Where had boyfriend even come from?

"Okay," I sighed. "Draco, feel free to add anything you want to the story. Ron, Harry, I want you to promise to hear the whole story before you kill someone. You too Fred and George."

"Hermione-," Harry whined, intending it to be funny.

Draco actually laughed quietly. Everyone turned to look at him and he crossed his arms.

"We promise," Ron assured me.

I glanced at Draco nervously, and his eyes locked with mine.

"Okay, I will start," He sighed. "After you two escaped with that house elf-"

"He died by the way Hermione," Harry interrupted.

I felt a tug of sadness for the brave little elf.

"I'm sorry Harry. I know how much he meant to you," I murmured.

"When this is over we'll have to show you the grave," Ron said sadly. "It's simple, but beautiful."

"When you three are done I would be more than happy to continue the story you seemed so impatient to hear," Draco snapped.

I flinched at the bite in his tone. This was nothing like the boy I had known for the last week.

"Watch it Malfoy!" Ron snarled.

"Dobby meant a lot to us! We don't need you insulting his memory!" Harry growled.

"Yes the house elf," Draco rolled his eyes. "What a memory worthy-"

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I cut him off angrily.

"He's just acting like Malfoy," Fred and George said.

"I don't know? Is there something wrong?" Draco snapped at me, completely ignoring the twins.

"Don't talk to Hermione that-," Harry started.

"Shut up! All of you, shut up!" I yelled and stalked over to Draco.

He stood up to meet my challenge. I could see the shakiness of his stance, and pain hidden behind his cold eyes. Six people went to step between us, but I shook my head. They nervously sat back down, but stayed on edge.

I stared at the Slytherin hard.

"Problem?" He smirked.

"Yes! You! What is wrong with you?! Even when we got here you were at least civil. Why do you choose now to go back to being a git? Why can't you act more like you did for the last week?" I hissed. "What happened to being all nice? Keeping me safe? Warm? Giving me food? Caring for the mudblood? What happened to that Draco?"

"Don't say that you're a mudblood Hermione!" He shouted, causing everyone's eyes to widen in surprise.

I smiled, "There he is."

"How did he keep you warm?" Either Fred or George asked.

I ignored him.

"Come on Draco!" I shouted, startling everyone. "You don't need these walls, this mask just because it's not just us anymore! You can show weakness here! None of us are going to hurt you!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Ron muttered under his breath.

I ignored him, "Draco, please. I can see you struggling to even stand!"

And just like that all the ice melted away, "I'm sorry. It's just second nature. I've had to do it for so long..." He trailed off.

Everyone was staring at us and I realized why. We had definitely not left room for Jesus, as my mother would say. Plus I had just told off Draco Malfoy... and he listened. Even I was surprised by that.

I took a step back, giving Jesus room, right as his legs gave out. He fell forwards and I caught him, before gently sitting him back on the couch. Everyone was still unmoving and silent while I returned to my seat to hopefully be able to actually tell the story without another fight.

"So how did he keep you warm again?" George asked.

It was going to be a long night.

Not to much action, sorry. Next chapter is big though. I should have been studying for finals when I wrote this yesterday but I didn't, as you can tell. Both of mine were this morning and I am now free for the summer, except for you know marching band. There is a distinct possibility of an update by Thursday. I might have my room cleaned by then and be able to work on this:)

If any of you have finals good luck! Have a great day, and happy end of the school year.