The week last in peacefulness, only disturbed by the occasional temper, but as a whole Fydra was well on her way putting Ron and everything out of her mind. Over the course of the week Harry and Fydra had actually gotten very close, being as how Hermione had taken to hanging out with Neville and ignoring Harry completely, and Ron...well Ron was trying everything he could to trap Harry alone. Harry was getting more and more terrified, but wasn't about to let anyone know. He'd told Fydra things he'd never told anyone else, things like how the sorting hat had wanted to put him in Slytherin, and how his uncle would beat him with his belt until he was bleeding. Things even Ron and Hermione didn't know. And so, all was peaceful.

At least, until breakfast monday morning.

"So, Riddle, is it true you let Weasley touch you? I didn't think you'd sink that low with Draco at your beck and call."Pansy sneered down the table, leaning forward to look at the dark haired woman over breakfast.

Fydra paled, her hands going numb, blind to everything but a memory. Barely noting that she'd dropped her fork for a moment. Before shaking her head, coming back to herself, even as she shifted into Draco's side, trembling like a fly stung horse, even though her voice as she responded, sounding calm and collected, inside she was falling apart."Only in my nightmares. I think you've gone dillusional if you actually believe I let him touch me."She said, not looking at the blond sitting next to her, ignoring him. She'd told the truth, she hadn't let him do anything, and she did see it in her nightmares even as she laid in Draco's arms.

Draco had been constantly at Fydra's side, he never left her alone unless she was with Harry, the disgusting half blood that he was. No he was NOT jealous. "I think certain members of this table."Draco hissed his eyes darting down the table to glare at Pansy, one of his rare, but all to deadly, 'I'm in a bad mood, and you've better not fuck with me' glares. "Had better leave my sister alone, before I spill a certain truth serum into their morning coffe, and make them spill every horrifying secret that they have."And knowing pansy, it was alot.

Pansy paled before returning to her breakfast, ignoring the looks the elder Slytherins were giving her.

Fydra shuddered a little, smiling wanely at him, still avoiding his eyes as she excused herself, barely making it to the entrance hall before she broke. Tears gathering in her eyes as she headed up the stairs to go to the Room of Requirement, but stopping half way there, unable to go further as tears blurred her sight. Sitting on the stairs as she rested her head against the rails. Trembling because she couldn't get the memory of Ron touching her out of her mind. Glancing down the stairs, she wasn't surprised to find Draco walking up them. He' been obsessively kind and attentive with her, she'd wondered if Harry was right, that he did want t be with her."H-hey."She swallowed hard, smiling a little, not looking higher then his boots. Refusing to meet his eyes as he stopped in front of her. Knowing he'd probably have questions, and almost hoping Harry'd interrupt them, because over the week she'd wanted to tell him.

Draco stared down at her, before gathering her up in his arms,holding her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead."Did he really?"Draco demanded softly, worried for his sister, who wasn't his sister."Did that bastard hurt you Fy?"He demanded, sounding worried."PLease, you have to tell me what's going on. I can't sleep at night I'm so worried about you. You have nightmares...you flinch away from everyone but Potter, you aren't eating..."

"Hey Fy."Harry said, interrupting like Fydra had wished, having become adept at appearing when she need him. Only something looked very wrong, the boy who lived looked close to tears, and there was a heavy bruise around his neck and a black eye. Gone unnoticed during lunch but it looked like Ron had finally gotten what he wanted. "I...c..can I talk to you in private?"He asked hopefully, Draco shooting the boy a glare but backed away from Fydra to let her leave.

"It isn't fair."Draco snarled looking unusally emotional himself."It's not fair!I live for her more then you do!So why the hell should she trust you and not me!"He demanded, suddenly baring his emotions out for the world to see, practically yelling at a startled harry, who didn't know what to say.

Fydra winced a little at the anger, cringing back from Draco, to lost in a memory to sort through who was yelling. Trembling slightly she backed away from them both, nearly falling up the stairs, wincing as she fell, wincing as both boys caught her. "Stop!"She yelled begging both of them, trembling harder under their hands, scrambling back, needing away from the emotional Draco."I...Harry..I'll..."she stuttered struggling to get calm."We'll go to the Room of Requirement."

Draco looked startled, gently settling her right as he looked at her, "I'm sorry Fy, I shouldn't have yelled...I'm just...frustrated that's all."He admitted softly.

Harry grimaced a little, but since Harry hadn't been outright confronted he wouldn't give away how Fydra felt, not yet."Come on, all three of us will go."He said simply, flinching when he caught sight of red hair, sighing in relief when it turned out not to be Ron. Helping Draco get Fydra straightened up, and the free heading upstairs silently. Harry looking more and more like he was going to be sick as they did, making even Draco look at him funny.

"Potter, are you alright?"

Harry shook his head, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he was going to puke. Fydra swallowed hard glaning at him worriedly, befre summoning a room. Heading inside she settled on the couch, pulling Draco down after her, crawling in his lap moments after he settled. Needing the comfort of his warm embrace. Leaving Harry the rest of the couch, or the cushioned chair across from them, swallowing hard as she rested her head on Draco's shoulder. The look on Harry's face tossing her further into a memory, struggling to focus on the two with her, and not the red head."I'll talk to him. He needs someone to teach him to leave people alone." She added, shuddering a little at the idea. While she wouldn't have done it to keep him from talking to her, she'd d it to keep him from talking to Harry.

Draco looked startled and amused, but wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss t her hair. Offering what comfort he could, closing his eyes a little and sighing as Harry settled in the chair, shuddering."No. He didn't get me. A seventh year walked in on us, but it was to lose, besides I don't want you to go anywhere near him."He stated simply looking over at Fydra, making Draco scowl darkly.

"What the hell is going on?"he demanding, making his tone as unangry as he could, he didn't want to scare Fydra again, frowning when Harry just stared back at him.

Fydra trembled as she pressed her face against Draco's chest, closing her eyes, breathing deeply. Letting his scent and steadily beating heart calm her."Ron...Ron's obsessed with Harry. Wont leave him alone. When..We first started hanging out, he took offense that I was becoming friends with harry, and declared that he was his and that I was...wasn't Harry's friend."She whimpered a little, not about to tell Draco what he really said. After all, he was going to lose it enough as it was, she wasn't giving him more anumittion."He...he.."She stopped, looking at Harry for help.

Harry hesitated then,"Ron attacked Fydra. He's the reason she why she was in the hospital wing."Harry whispered softly, glancing at Draco."He..."He closed his eyes and turned away, and suddenly Draco didn' need to hear what Harry wanted to say, or what Fydra had left out. Because it made sense in one, furious moment and Draco simply sat there, unable to do anything but feel the white hot rage that had filled his mind."He touched you..."He snarled wrapping his arms around her tightly, pressing her smaller frame against his, protecting her."He's going to fucking die! No one touches what's mine! Not even if they don't realize they're mine yet!"

"See Fy, I told you he'd still love you."Harry muttered a smirk on his lips, making Draco snarl at him.

"You stay out of this Potter!Don't think you think you're going to get away with trying to take Fydra away from me ei-"

"I'm gay Draco."Harry stated laughter in his voice as the blon froze, staring at the brunette.

"What?But you and Fydra..."

"Fydra wanted to make you jealous. To see if you loved her as muh as she loves you."He smirked a little."It was working to wasn't it?"

"...Fuck yes, it was."Draco groaned, realizing he'd just been played, an been played very well by a gryffindor and not to mention his own sister.

Fydra smiled softly, nuzzling the blond's neck, shivering in his arms. The anger was almost to much to hear, but it was nice to hear him get angry over this. Quiet for a few long moments."...poor 't even realize he was getting played."She teased, trying not to focus on what he was angry over. Shifting a little because her body ached at the memory of how much Ron had hurt her. "Draco...what..."She started to ask, nervous that he was going to pull away from he because of this. Needing to hear it directly to truly believe that he meant what she thought he did.

Draco looked down, a smirk suddenly playing his lips as he narrowed his eyes, the same lok he'd used to get when he'd tackled her, and tickle her until she was exhausted from giggling."Well, you tell me Fy."He growled leaning down his mouth hovering over hers."IF you love me, and I love you, and certainly not in a brotherly, sisterly way, what does that say?"He demanded, Harry snorted as Draco kissed her. Kissed her hard, holding her tightly, protective, possessive."You're mine."He growled lifting his head."And you should be thankful I'm not holding you down and tickling you for making me worry about you."

He had to be worried about what Lucius was going to think, he didn't care about the students, but he had a bad feeling Lucius was going to be less then pleased to learn about this. He paid no attention to Harry, who decided this would be a good time for a nap, he'd been sleeping less in the dorms, to terrified of Ron to sleep.

Fydra moaned softly as he kissed her before squirming away,"Oh, you think you can hold me down?"She said standing in front of him as she panted, leaning down to steal another breathless kiss, hands fisted in blond hair. Kissing him as if everything depended on it. "Hmmm I think it might say you need to work on your seduction skills."She teased moving away from him, feeling playful and safe, even with Harry sleeping there. She needed the playful Draco, the moments were they could just be together. She knew she should worry about Lucius, but at the moment as she looked at Draco, hair mussed from her hands, and couldn't care.

Draco laughed a little glancing at Harry, before smirking."My seduction skills are just fine thank you."He growled running a hand up her side, tickling her as if to prove that he was dominate, laughing as he pinned her to the floor, smirking at her, "Say uncle."he growled still tickling her. He wouldn't stop until she either squirmed free, r cried uncle.

Fydra looked up at him panicked, whimpering slightly at the feel of his body pressing her against the floor. Shoving at his chest, panting as she flushed."Get off, get off, getoffgetoff getoff..."She whimpered, the words running together as she pressed bak against the floor, trying toget away. Shoving at him,gasping laughter choking her as she responded t the tickling. Caught between a sensory memory and the present, staring up at him with wide silver blue eyes.

He flinched back at the tone in her voice, scrambling up and looking startled and guilty. "Fy.. you okay?"He asked softly,gently taking her hand, his head tilted as he watched her, before gently easing her into his arms, kissing her shoulder, holding her close, trying to comfort her."I wish I could fix this.."He whispered."I wish I could stop your pain.."He wished he could kill Ronald Weasley. He glanced at Harry,"I don't want to follow Father's orders anymore."Draco admitted softly, shaking his head."Not after everything Harry did to help you."

Fydra whimpered softly, slowly calming under his voice, cuddling against his chest. "...me either. I don't want to hurt him..."She muttered rubbing her cheek against his shulder, leaning back to look at him, tears gathering in her eyes."I'm sorry Dray, I'm sorry..."she muttered breaking down in his arms, truly crying as she collapsed into him. Hating that she was such a mess, that she couldn't enjoy his embrace because it hurt to remember. She wished she could fix everything so she could be with him like he deserved instead of a scarred girlfriend who couldn't stand the thought of sex.

"Father is going to be fucking pissed."He muttered before pausing, a shit eating grin spreading across his lips."or maybe not, we DID manage to befriend him. He never said anything about where we were supposed to after that. It's his own fault. Lack of instructions and that."He teased snickering, shaking his head as she collapsed, bracing himself to catch her as she went limp, holding her close as he sat down on the couch,gently stroking her hair, trying to comfort her."I'll fix you. I'll make this all better I promise, but it will take time, and you hve to work with me, Alright?"He whispered softly, nuzzling her."I bet Potter would even be willing to help."

Fydra smiled slightly, lening into him, resting her head on his shoulder."Most likely."She sighed, raising hand and running her fingers through his hair, before cupping his cheek, leaning back. Drawing him down for a kiss before pulling back and studying him."I love you."She said softly, stroking her fingers through his hair, before looking supicious."...and what are we going to be doing? Working with you?You make me clean you're room again as anger management therapy nd I'll be pissed."

"I love you to."He whispered kissing her neck, nipping her skin playfully."I would NEVER make you clean my room for anger management."Though he might to help her forget. Besides his room was a mess, someone had to lean it and he was far to lazy...er...busy to do it. "Fuck Fydra, you're the most amazing then I've ever seen. So pretty, so perfect."He muttered as he gently wiped her tears away.

Fydra looked at him startled, before laughing."You haven't been looking in the mirror enough then."She said laughing softly. At least Ron hadn't taken that from her, hadn't taken that wicked sense of humor, that blend of amusement and innocence. Even if she wasn't innoent anymore, she was endearingly cute."Uh-huh, well as long as you're bribing me with false compliments, I might consider helping you clean."She said shuddering, whimpering in pleasure as his lips played over her neck.

"We ALL know I'm beautiful."Draco snorted laughing a little,preening his own ego before smiling."Seriously though, you're magnificent,an unmatched beauty."He purred nuzzling her neck again, enjoying her whimper, but prepared to stop at a moment's notice."oh, it looks like I found another ticklish spot."He teased a little as his fingers slid along her sensitive sides, a chuckling as she squirmed, and Harry continued to sleep, unaware of the flirting going on behind him.

Fydra whined, squirming, trying to get away from his seeking fingers. Giggling lightly as he tickled her."I am not ticklish!"She purred, laughing as she twisted away from hi, trying to keep him from tickling her. Shivering as he nuzzled her, knowing he ws being calm and gentle with her, for her sake. It was making her fall in love all over again.

Draco chuckled a little as he continued ticklng her with a smirk."Ah, ah, I don't hear you sa-"

"NO!"Harry screa,ed suddenly, jerking out of his chair and hitting the ground. Clapping a hand over his scar panting. Startling himself enough he woke, looking confused as he pulled his hand away from his forehead, examining his hand."That was...strange..."

"You alright there potty?Going insane are we?"Draco taunted with a sneer on his lips making Harry glare at him.

"Possibly. Shall I molest you and find ut?"

That made Draco go completely pale and hide behind his girlfriend, "Don't-Don't touch me!"

Harry just chuckled shaking his head."Not with a fifty foot pole."

Fydra snickered looking over her shoulder at her taller boyfriend, twisting to run her hands over his chest."Ohhhh so you can molest others, but you don't want molested?Now that's disappointing."She said looking fake sad, leaning in and giving him a kiss before walking over to harry,"Anything I can do?What happened?"

Draco scowled at her back as Harry chuckled rubbing his forehead."It's okay...it's fine. I just had a nightmare."He admitted frowning a little."A vision more like. Voldemort..."

Draco's head whippered around and stared wide eyed at the boy."Excuse me?"

"Oh, that's right. you two wouldn't know. Voldemort's mind and mine are connected through the curse scar he gave me...a piece of his soul is lodged in my mind, sometimes I can see what he's doing or thinking. It was strange, I saw a woman, but he wasn't killing her...he was,,crying over her."He shook his head, "I wish he would just die or kill me already...I'm so sick of this shit."

Draco was gaping at Harry, ,wide eyed and slack jawed in his astonishment. Fydra was by taht time, well used to Harry's sudden angry comments like that but Draco had never seen this side of fim. Fydra meanwhile, rolling her eyes as she moved back to cuddle into Draco's arns."If you want to die St. Potter, I'm sure Draco'd oblige."She said with a snickering. Frowning a little as she rested her head on his chest."Who was the woman?Maybe if we knew, you could end this maybe."She added. For all that she looked like her father, her coloring belonged to her mother. The blue black hair that shone like onyx in bright sunlight, and the eyes of good silver and sapphires. "If we know more about him, the better prepared you will be able to face him when he does come for you."

Harry turned to look at her, shaking her head."You don't know do you?"He asked sounding rather amazed."No one told you."

Draco frowned looking onfused, his head tilting."Tell her what?"

Harry hesitated, not sure it was alright for Fydra to know, but then if no one told her then..."Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo...Riddle."Harry explained softly. Amazed no one had told her."It's why I didn't trust you."

Draco stared, loking astonished then outraged."Potter, that's not funny!Fydra is already in pain, don't mock her and make it worse."He growled, knowing Fydra wanted to know her real parents despite having adopted his.

"I'm not mocking her."Harry stated simply."And I wont let Dumbledore use her. Not when she didn't even know...Do you know how painful it is, learning that you killed your own father?It's not pleasant."He knew, Harry blamed himself for his parents death. Sure he'd only been a year old, but if he had bever been born, they would have never died. And he din't want Fydra to go through that kind of pain.

"What...but?"Fydra stuttered a little, pressing against Draco, taking comfort in te strong arms holding her."...Lucius knows. He's always known."She said thinking about it. Twisting the facts she knew, to fit what she saw and knew about the death eater."Draco...he took me in not because my mother was Narcissa's friend and asked him to like he said, but becaue he knew who my father was."She shuddered a little. Pain was crippling her, because he'd been the only father she knew, and he'd taken her in out of a selfish need. Pulling away she rubbed at her eyes standing up. Avoiding looking at either of them."We have lass to get I need to talk to ...not about this...but ron."Cold arrogance crossed her face, pain and anger in the look. While she wouldn't have told Dumbledore to protect herself from Ron, she'd do it to protect harry.

Draco looked stunned and horrified. His eyes wide and astonished as he looked up at Harry, who was still rubbing his aching scar before jerking at her mention of Dumbledore."Don't bother."Harry muttered, looking, for once, completely alone."He wont believe you. Not even with evidence. 'Ron's a good boy'"He said mimicking the older wizard's voice."'I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding.' Misunderstanding my ass."Harry grumbled softly glancing at Fydra."I didn't mentin that he'd already raped you."

It just wasn't fair, first his uncle beat the shit out of him during the summer, and now Ron was trying to rape him at the only home he'd ever had. It was totally unfair."I was thinking of going to Professor snape. He hates me, but I know he wont let Ron rape me despite that."HE hoped."I'm till tired...I'm skipping class..."He decided laying back down."Go on ahead."

"...I'll talk to Professor snape about leaving you alone."Draco said shaking his head, wrapping a arm around Fydra as he headed for the door."We can skip class to, we'll cuddle in my room."

Fydra looked over her shoulder at Harry worriedly, walking over to press a kiss to harry's head before leaving with Draco. Content in his company for now though she was worried about Harry. This could only get mess. Before she shoved the worry aside, content and happy.

AN:Yes I know they're being best buds quickly, but there is a reason for it, and no I can't tell you what it is yet. XD