Random idea I came up with when I realized that Neville is awesom! That and Draco can go with almost everyone. Some meantions of child abuse and Draco is so not Draco. I own nothing. Enjoy!

"Fred!" a voice yelled from upstairs, "George! Someone help!"

Sharing a look with George we stood up from the kitchen table and made our way upstairs. It didn't take all that long to figure out that the scream had come from Draco's room, but I knew that it wasn't Draco's voice.

George and I were the only ones home right now since Mum had decided that it was time to go shopping. We were supposed to wait until Draco got out of the shower then join bring him and Neville along, but that wasn't going to happen now.

I slowly pushed the doors open only to find that something was blocking them. Squeezing through what little room I had I waited until George was in too before looking around.

The first thing I saw was Neville Longbottom standing in the middle of the room. He looked like he had been trying to unpack his bags before something interrupted him. Something he obviously wasn't ready to see.

Turning in the direction of his eyes I saw Draco curled up in a little ball in only a towel with blood dripping from his nose. Was he really crying hard enough to give himself a bloody nose?

"Draco," George said kneeling next to him, "You need to calm down."

The only response my brother got was what sounded like the blond choking on blood. Feeling a shot of worry go through me I grabbed Neville's arm before dragging him out of the room and into mine.

Letting go of his arm and started to dig through some of the treats George and I had made hoping that we had the only I was looking for. Of course, it was going to take me forever to find since George did all the arranging.

"Neville," I said not looking at him, "Find something that looks like a candy. It will have two different colors and rip apart easily."

I continued to dig through things until I noticed that I was the only one making any noise. Turning around I was getting ready to yell at Neville when I saw just how pale and lost he looked.

"Neville," I said my voice gentler then before, "Draco needs that candy right now. Please, help me find it."

That seemed to knock some sense into the boy because he started to look for the candy. With a nod of my head I turned around and continued to look myself. We really needed to get everything organized.

"Fred," Neville said appearing next to me, "This?"

"Yes," I said jumping up, "You're a lifesaver. Stay here I'm going to go give these to George. I'll be right back."

Rushing back into Draco's bedroom I handed the candy to George who instantly forced Draco to eat it. A moment later Draco's nose had stopped bleeding, but the sobs continued.

I nodded at George knowing he had complete control of the situation before making my way back into my room. Neville was sitting on George's bed looking a little lost, but not as pale.

"What Harry said…" Neville said shaking his head, "I didn't think…"

"That it was that bad," I said sitting on my bed, "I know. It's like he's not even Draco anymore. I'm not sure he ever will be again."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been around Draco for a little over two weeks now and I have yet to hear him say a single sentence without stuttering. Hell, it could even be a simple 'yes' or 'no' and he still stutters. He doesn't insult any of us. He's crying at the drop of a hat. Neville, whatever happened to Draco was horrible enough to shake everything about him."

Neville stared at me in shock. I couldn't blame him though this was Draco Malfoy we were talking about. He was supposed to be calm, cool, and collected at all points in time.

Everything I had thought about the blond had changed though. He wasn't a mean person, but a child doing what he was told. He didn't hate any of us, okay maybe Ron, but was jealous and didn't understand our family.

Sadly, the only thing I knew about his family was that his father had tried to have him killed. I didn't want to push Draco into talking, but I couldn't help but think that maybe it would help.

"Does he normally freak out like that?" Neville asked softly.

"No," I said shaking my head, "That's a first."

"But I'm Neville Longbottom. He always makes fun of me and he loves to put me down. He knows that I never fight back. Why is he suddenly afraid of me?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe I shouldn't stay in that room. I mean, because of me his nose was bleeding badly."

"Neville, I don't know much about Draco, but I do know that wouldn't help. He can't stand being avoided. The only person he doesn't freak out over avoiding him is Ron."

Neville opened his mouth to say something when the door swung open. George walked in looking worse for wear. Blood was on his hands and his skin was paler then normal.

"George?" I asked standing up.

"His father," George spat with more hatred then I had ever heard before, "Belongs in Azkaban."

I gave him a confused look and moved so I was standing next to him, but he just shook his head before looking at Neville. Whatever he had to say I'm sure couldn't be repeated in front of him.

"Draco's sleeping," George said softly, "Neville, he asked me to tell you that he's sorry for the way he reacted. He hadn't expected to see you in there. It gave him quite the shock."

"Oh," Neville said nodding, "Umm, well, I'll tell him sorry for shocking him next time I see him. I think I'm going to get something to drink."

Neville calmly walked past us and out of the room only to stop and stare sadly at the door hiding Draco. I couldn't help but wonder why he looked so sad. He and Draco weren't even friends.

"George," I said closing the door.

"Draco told me a story," George said anger filling his eyes and voice.

"What kind of story?"

"One that makes me think Dementor's are nicer the Lucius Malfoy. Also, if I ever see that man I'm going to murder him myself."

"George."

"Fred, he chained Draco to a dungeon wall when he found out he was gay. He beat Draco for it. The house-elves had to sneak him food. Only happened once every three weeks though. And do you know what Draco says after that?"

"What?"

"And that's him being nice. That's nice? What other things did he do to that boy? Then he didn't understand why I was so angry. And to top it all off he defended his father! He doesn't think what Lucius did was wrong. He still loves his father! He loves that man!"

"This isn't good."

"You think?"

"George, we need to talk to Draco. He needs to understand that his father was not a good guy."

"How did he even get like this Fred?"

"A Slytherin must adapt to their surroundings. Draco did what he had to do to survive."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Let me help."

It took a lot to get my brother angry. Even more to get him to want to kill people, but I couldn't blame him. Draco was now part of our family and you never hurt our family.

Sighing I wrapped my arms around George and let him lean on me. This was eating him alive. George was like Mum in some ways. One of the ways being their love for family.

I remember when we were five George asked Mum if he could give get a daughter. Not a little sister, a daughter. Not surprisingly 'The Talk' came a lot soon for us then anyone else.

Of course I'll never forget the look on Mum and Dad's faces after they explained everything when George just exclaimed that he was going to get pregnant and have a daughter. I think they almost fainted.

Now here came Draco. A boy that was supposed to have everything. Money, family, power, friends. Being beaten by his father and, for some reason, still loved the man.

Add that with how Draco acts around us now in some ways it is like Draco is George's child. Minus the whole lust thing that luckily stopped after the first night of him staying at the Burrow.

Draco must have had a nightmare because the next think I knew he's standing at our bedroom door shaking with tears streaming down his face. Yeah, George lost all sights of lust right there and went into 'Mother-Hen Mode'.

"I should go check on Draco," George said a moment before a crush of thunder shook the house.

"Please tell me this isn't a storm?" I said as an extremely heavy rain started, "Yeah, it's a storm."