Author's note: Daaaaaamn, Neville's so useless in the previous chappy wasn't he? And I'm so sorry about the Draco bashing and extreme cruelty of Blaise. DON'T KILL ME! I understand that some people don't really enjoy fics with 'unecessary violence'. I promise, this chapter will be the LAST of the unnecessary bashing. If you really can't bring yourself to read on, I guess I'll just have to say 'the next chapter's coming up soon so don't give up on the story yet! _) Once again, thanks for the reviews! I'll try to take them into account and make the story more enjoyable~ Also, I'd like to know, how many of you think I should actually make the chapters longer? Because I could try working on that if necessary :x Anyway, love you guys Here's chapter 14~

Acceptance
Chapter 14
Custody?

"You hear something, Crabbe?" Goyle asked, turning his head to face the direction in which Blaise had left. He could have sworn he heard crashing sounds and some weird cries coming from there, but he couldn't be too sure. Crabbe shrugged and waved his companion off. Goyle sat back in his armchair and decided against investigating the source of the noise.

"Blaise…stop…please!"
"Oh looks like you remember my name now. Guess what, it took you 50 minutes of torture to figure that out. I wonder how long it would take for me to knock some sense into your Gryffindork-polluted mind that you are a goddamn SLYTHERIN!"

Another kick to his already bruised tummy. Draco was crying. He knew he shouldn't cry, because Malfoys don't cry, what would his parents think of him if they saw him whining around like a weakling. Or worse… "what would Harry think…"

Blaise seemed to have figured out that Draco had a weak stomach and took advantage of that newfound knowledge to attack him profusely in that area, enjoying the sounds of pain escaping from his victim's lips. Draco felt terrible, his whole body was falling apart, he was horribly bruised in several areas and he could have sworn he coughed blood at least ten times now. But the beatings wouldn't stop, they just kept coming at him. Blaise was evil. Blaise was a Slytherin. Draco couldn't help but wonder whilst in agony, "If Blaise keeps saying Draco is Slytherin, was Draco THAT evil too…?"

Then again, numerous questions had flooded the little Malfoy's mind from the moment Blaise had made his presence known in the Gryffindor common room. All those things about what he was, who he was, how he changed…what did he mean by that? As far as Draco could remember, Draco had never even BEEN in Hogwarts, how could he have been a Slytherin? He only remembered being with his parents…and shot by shiny light…and being left at King's Cross Station…and…

"Harry…"

Blaise tugged harshly at Draco's hair, lifting his whole body up, "what did you say, you piece of crap? I don't believe that was my name you were calling." Draco furrowed his eyebrows and shot his captor a ghastly glare that sent a tingle of what seemed to be fear down Blaise's spine. Oh yes, he was angry now…"Draco asked for Harry. Bring Draco to HARRY. DRACO WANTS HARRY!"

The young Slytherin thwarted around violently until Blaise accidentally loosened his grip on him. Draco mustered up whatever energy that he had left in his weakened body to run towards Blaise's fallen wand that lay at the corner of the room during the torture frenzy. His legs had been twisted and it hurt Draco to walk, let alone run. But he had to get the wand and use it against Blaise. It was his only hope now.

Almost there…

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

Almost there…

"Got it!" Draco exclaimed, and twirled around, pointing the wand at Blaise who had slowed to an abrupt halt in front of him. This was absurd! A grown boy backing away from a small fart…

"You don't even know how to use it, just drop it, Malfoy."
"No no, Harry taught Draco. In fact, Draco has learnt a lot from watching Harry take all sorts of lessons…" Draco stepped closer, and Blaise automatically stepped back a few inches. "Just swish and flick…isn't it?" Draco asked, with a small smirk forming on his lips. Blaise sensed the old Malfoy coming back to the little boy in front of him. That was what he wanted right? But…the old Malfoy would never spare anyone who went against him…and that was bad…

"Say byebye, Blaise!" Draco said innocently as he opened his mouth to say a spell. That was when Crabbe and Goyle made their unexpected entrance by barging through the door. "We could have sworn we heard some- holy shit, what the hell happened, man?"

The two stood dumbfounded at the door, mouths gaping open. The whole room was a mess; bed annihilated, furniture overturned and broken, curtains fallen, and a terribly injured Malfoy pointing a wand at Blaise. Draco paused and switched his focus to the two visitors. Blaise couldn't stand the suspense any longer, "Crabbe! Or Goyle! One of you, disarm him! He's gone mad!"

Crabbe, being the slightly denser one, obeyed, and disarmed the stunned Draco. Blaise then took hold of the little Malfoy and slapped him hard across the cheek. Goyle jumped when he saw that. He didn't understand what was going on and why Malfoy deserved to get beaten up and treated so harshly like that.

"Hey, Zabini. Just curious, what the crap happened here?"
"Like I said, this little creep went berserk."
"Then, why's he the injured one. Not you?"
"Are you questioning me? You think I'd beat my friend up?"
"Well, that seems to be the case here, Zabini. Question is…why? Why would you do that? He's just a kid goddammit. If you've been holding in some long-term grudge with him, I'd say you take it out on him when he's back to his teenage form at least. Not when he's defenseless and vulnerable like that. You know what…"

Goyle rolled up his sleeves, with fists clenched, looking as though he was about to attack Blaise. But he didn't, he merely snatched Draco away from him. "Come on, Crabbe." Crabbe's slow mind was still trying to take in what he just saw, failing to make head nor tail out of it, "Uh…where are we going?"

"Yeah, GOYLE. Where do you think you're going with my punching bag?"
"I know you're a Slytherin, ZABINI. But so am I, and I would never do such retardedly cruel things to my fellow housemate."
"I was simply trying to Slytherinize him up, he was becoming such a pansy, hanging out with those Gryffindorks. Especially that Potter…"
"Hey. I never realized what a jerk you were before. Clearly he was happier there than when he was with us. So just let it go, Zabini. Why do you want to watch everyone have their happiness torn away from them anyway?"

Blaise was speechless. He didn't know the answer to that question honestly. Even worse, he didn't know Goyle would be so...caring. Crabbe and Goyle then turned their backs on him and took Draco away with them. Goyle knew what he should do with him; return him to his rightful owner. As he and Crabbe walked out of Blaise's room, he felt a tug on his cloak. A very injured Draco was smiling weakly at him, eyes half closed due to the swells from the beatings, "thank you…Goy…"

Goyle couldn't help but smile back, "you're welcome, Malfoy." This little Malfoy was adorable…and in need of medical attention… Goyle quickened his pace as he and Crabbe left the Slytherin common room in search of his caretakers.

Author's note: HA! Bet you guys didn't expect the savior of the day to be Goyle huh? xD Don't worry, Draco will be returned to Harry soon. I find the last 2 chapters lacking the word "I"…Haha, Harry will return in the next chapter, I promise. Stay tuned~