'Dear Mi,

You made me promise I'd do this, so here I am. You've only been gone two days, and I've already got one letter from you. Just how many am I going to end up with? I'm glad everything's ok, even if you are staying with… Them. I doubt I'll understand how you can even stand those people, you could've stayed at mine for the whole holiday. I wouldn't have minded, and no one would've stopped you.

You asked if I was doing all right, but I think our terms of the word differ. Personally I'd say I've been fine all my life. You would disagree. So when I say I'm fine now, you won't think the same.

Have you heard about Sirius Black? He escaped from Azkaban. Mother says he's related to us apparently, but he disgraced our family (she wont expand on how) and got burnt off the family tree. I'd quite like to see that tree but mother said she couldn't remember where it is. I think she can though. I'll try to work ok it. How useless are dementors? They can't even keep one person locked up. Just who else are they going to let escape?

I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to get this letter to you. I'll try my best to get to the owls, but the stupid house elves are on watch to keep me upstairs. Father came home and he was far from happy. I'm ok though. I always am.

Love D x'

Nothing had been written in obviously, and he hadn't even put his whole name. Probably in case Fred or George had read it. That was also probably why he hadn't slagged off the Weasleys too much. Well, and the fact that Mia would've been angry with him. But it was easy for her to read between the lines.

"He came back…" She said quietly, looking up from the letter. Draco still had his arm half covering his face. Did that mean he didn't want to talk? Then again, did he ever? Was it her fault Lucius had been angry with his son? Ofcourse it was! He'd already said he would, what was it? 'Deal with you later' after she'd seen his back. If she hadn't insisted- practically forced him Infact, nothing would have had to be 'dealt with' later. No, she had to stop telling herself that right now. It had been going on for years, years of which Mia hadn't even known the blonde. Lucius would have just found another reason to do it. And Mia feared there would always be another reason.

Putting the letter down on the small wooden bedside table, she turned onto her side to face the blonde. "Can I see?" she whispered, not having to expand any further.

"They're covered up" he said back, his voice sounding strange, though she wasn't quite sure how. Leaning over she took a hold of his arm and moved it away from his face. Draco didn't object, though his eyes were still shut. If only she could read minds. No, not minds. Just one mind. Draco's.

"We should sleep, we've got potions first thing tomorrow" though it was a subject Mia, like most Slytherin's quite enjoyed, she'd still rather not be half-asleep on the desk. Even she doubted she could get away with that. The blonde merely gave a nod however, his eyes still shut. Sighing, the younger started to sit up and get off the bed, but was stopped by a hand enclosing around her own.

"Stay. Please" He mumbled quietly, already sounding half-asleep. Frowning at the idea of having to sleep in her school clothes however, Mia began to protest, but she didn't want to pull her hand out of Draco's.

"I can't, I need to get changed, and you can't sleep in jeans that would be uncomfortable." To that he just shrugged again, though he did let go of her hand.

"Come back after" He said, and the vulnerability in his voice was something she could never argue with.

Standing up, the raven haired girl went over to her trunk and pulled out a pair of pyjamas; a black short sleeved top with green stars all over it, and matching shorts., before heading into the bathroom to change.

She emerged, several minutes later, and after dumping her clothes on her bed, Mia picked up a blanket Andromeda had given her and lay back down next to Draco. He was half lying under the green duvet, and had evidently taken up her advise as his jeans and T-shirt were in a heap at the bottom of the bed. Had he never heard of folding his clothes? Ofcourse not.

Pulling the blanket over herself, the younger tried to keep her attention off of his well muscled chest- that was now on full display, and took a hold of his hand again. He didn't respond at first and she thought she'd already fallen asleep, but after several seconds he gave a light squeeze. Smiling slightly, Mia turned to face him, before letting her own eyes shut and waiting for sleep to take her.

A/N: There you go I had some lovely reviews on the last chapter, thank you so much they were so nice to read. Please keep them coming, it's nice to know what you think and that you want to find out what happens. The next chapter will be up soon Z-Nugget xx