Author's note: THANK YOU, reviewers for your reviews haha~ To be honest, I'm not quite sure where this story is going, I just make things up as I go along :x Oh and I'd appreciate more reviews too! I reeeaaallllyyy wanna know how I'm progressing and whether I should continue the story, cuz my summer vacation's almost over and I'm going back to school on Thursday and I might be really busy so…two possibilities:
1) If I get reviews telling me to go on, I'll try to update as often as possible
2) If I get no reviews, I might abandon the story and focus more on school stuff (you guys shout, "NERD!")

The future of the story is in your hands! LOL anyway, I already did Chapter 4. Microsoft Word was giving me trouble last night so I redownloaded it today and TADA~ Here's chapter 4 of Acceptance, enjoy~

Acceptance
Chapter 4
Because I Care

"That's right, little guy…I'm not going to leave you. Remember yesterday at King's Cross, you told me not to leave you? I assure you, it's a promise I won't break."

So there I was, hugging my ex-nemesis, while my best friends looked on in amusement. All was silent until Ron jumped up exclaiming that we only had one minute left before potions class. That's when I made one of the quickest, most stupidest statements ever;

"You guys go ahead. I'm skipping potions."

"Wait, no, no, no. The Harry freaking Potter I know will NEVER risk letting Snape hate him even more by skipping his class. NEVER," Ron's mouth was gaping wide, and I could have sworn that Draco turned around and mumbled something in baby language which sounded like 'mouth drip drip' as he pointed an excited finger at Ron's mouth.

Hermione was contemplating whether she should make a beeline for potions class by herself or wait for Ron to stop spacing out. I decided to look at my watch and say, "hey, 30 seconds left, better hurry." Hermione grabbed Ron harshly by his collar and dragged him out, waving goodbye.

"What? Are we just gonna leave him there with-"
"SHUT UP Ron. Bye Harry! Bye Draco!"

I smiled, knowing that Hermione would handle Ron's big complaining mouth. Now, time to take care of Draco. But I was stumped by my own thoughts; why would I risk my grade, or rather my LIFE, by skipping the worst class ever in order to spend time with this small fart here? Honestly, why do I even bother? He's just like any other kid... No, he's not like any other kid. He's Draco Malfoy. A guy who was once my enemy! The guy who tortured me every day, the guy with the worst attitude, the guy with those terrible eyes which glare into my soul and...into...my heart...the guy with the nice, soft, blond hair...whose voice charms my inner being...whom I have been subconsciously harbouring feelings for...whose sexy body I wanna...-Whoa whoa whoa what the hell?

I was so appalled at my own thoughts that I dropped Draco onto the bed. "Oh my god Dray, I'm so sorry!" Draco grinned and gave me a thumbs up sign showing he was okay. But when I moved forward to pick him up, he fell backwards and landed on the floor with a thud. I was expecting him to cry or something but when I picked him up, he was smiling away. Oh yeah, Malfoys don't cry. Or at least they try not to. Which reminds me…

"Draco, how did you end up alone at King's Cross?"

Draco's smile flipped upside down as he pouted, "Dwayco was bad boy…"

So someone punished him by leaving him de-aged and lost at a crowded area? Who would do such a thing? And what did he do to deserve it?

I laid Draco back onto the bed and covered him under the blanket. He was still frowning, and he didn't dare to look me in the eye anymore. "So…who did this to you?"

"Dwayco dunno…"
"Are you sure?"
"Dwayco dunno…"
"Why would they do this to you?"
"Dwayco dunno…!"
"But if you don't tell me, how do you expect me to help you?"
"Dwayco DUNNO!""

I backed away as the angsty little slytherin started hammering on the bed and throwing the sheets and pillows off. I wanted so badly to take him into my arms again and comfort him, but I figured the best thing to do now was to give him some peace. Maybe I should just go for potions class whether I'm tardy or not. Draco doesn't need me here… I collected my books and headed for the door when I heard the same sad voice, this time not so angry, calling out to me.

"Harry leave Dwayco…?"

I paused and pondered for a moment about what the hell I was doing. Eventually I realized that Draco was now my responsibility, whether anyone liked it or not, and I would be an idiot if I abandoned him. I turned to face the downcast expression of the little Malfoy; he was holding his hands out to me, just like on the platform… Those innocent, sad, teary grey eyes, begging me to hold him, protect him, love him…

I didn't realize how long I stood there just staring at Draco until his hands gave way to exhaustion and fell limp to his sides once more. I shook myself out of my daze and picked Draco up. He was breathing really hard- psh, of course he was, the kid was crying, for god's sake. I stroked his back until his breathing stabilized once more. He had fallen asleep. Good thing too, Hermione would kill me if she found out I aggravated her patient into exhaustion. But now that he was asleep, no one could tell if he was aggravated before, he just looked…well…asleep, and peaceful.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I shouldn't have interrogated you like that. Forgive me, okay? I just wanted so desperately to help… You know how much it hurts me to know that someone punished you? I don't want you to get hurt…" I whispered soothingly, despite knowing that my listener was already in dreamland. "This time I mean it when I say I won't leave you. You're mine for now," I paused, hesitating whether I should continue my unplanned speech. What's the point? He wasn't even listening.

"Ah hell, you know what, Draco? I think I'm growing attached to you already."

Unknown to me, a tiny smile had formed on the lips of a certain young slytherin.