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A/N: Mention of adult situation is in this chapter, along with Ron's potty mouth. Just an advanced warning.

Once they arrived in the living room Draco sneered. This place was ugly. It looked muggle, with modern muggle furniture.

"Where are we?"

"My home. I'll show you to your room." Harry went up the stairs and went almost all the way down the hall.

"This is your room."

Draco looked across the hall to the one door that was old and black, the only non-new door.

"What's in there," he asked.

He didn't plan on staying in a vomit green room.

"None of your goddamn business. You aren't allowed in that, or any other bedroom but your own, got it?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Follow me," Harry said walking back down the stairs.

"This is the kitchen, it's a muggle kitchen so don't go leaving the gas on and blowing yourself up."

"Worried for me Potter?"

"Just don't like my house dirty," Harry shrugged.

Malfoy saw one small door slightly cracked open. As he got closer he could hear voices.

"Who's down there?"

Harry slammed the door shut and seemed to lock it with a charm.

"You're not allowed to go down there."

"I heard voices!"

"Ghosts," Harry said simply. "I've told them to stay down there while you're here."

Harry and Draco made their way back to the living room where Dumbledore was waiting for them.

"You aren't allowed in the library, or any other wing in the house. Stick to your room, the living room, and the kitchen."

"M- Harry, sir." Winky stood close to Harry.

"There you are, Winky. You've gotten settled in your own room I take it?"

"Yes Harry, sir. Winky doesn't know what she'll do with so much room." She motioned for Harry to come closer, "The bed is so big and…soft."

"What did we go over before," Harry asked with a smile on his face.

"Winky deserves it," she said softly.

"Right. Well, this is Malfoy, if he leaves the area I said he can stay in or speaks to Winky mean, or doesn't say please or thank you to Winky, you can floo him to Malfoy Manor. Got all that?"

She nodded.

"You mean I have to be nice to...that?" Draco looked at Harry as if he were crazy.

"No, You have to be nice to her. If you aren't you get sent back home where you'll be killed. Do you got all that?"

"Yes," Malfoy said through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Malfoy, someone from the school will be by with all your study things and assignments from teachers," Dumbledore said. "Good bye."

With that the two took the portkey and vanished, leaving Draco Malfoy alone with Winky.

* * *

"Is it just me or is Potions becoming tolerable?" Ginny said.

"It's just you," Neville said not looking above his toast.

"Mail's here," Harry said as he saw Buckbeak flying by the window.

A wave of laughter started, that only grew as the mail came in. Harry noticed most people were looking over at him.

"What's going on here," he asked Neville who finally raised his head.

"Do I have a kick me sign on my back," Harry asked.

Harry looked over to the Hufflepuff table. He saw most of the girls blush, and Cho winked at him.

"Oh no..." Hermione said.

"What," Ginny asked.

"Look." She handed the Daily Prophet over.

"Boy who lived caught in foursome," Ginny read aloud.

"Bloody hell."

"Warning: article below is not suitable for children," Neville read.

"I think we get the point."

Harry watched as a picture of himself, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville broke into the Shrieking Shack. He looked up just in time to hear another fit of laughter.

"Bollux," Ginny said.

"What?"

"Ron's coming," she said.

Neville looked at Harry as if he knew these were to be his last moments on earth.

"Lets get the hell out of here," Ginny said.

The four of them leapt up and practically ran out of the hall, which caused a louder bout of laughter.

"Hey, Harry," Ron was not acknowledged. They just ran past him.

"Oy, what's so funny," he asked the Gryffindor table.

Colin Creevey handed him a newspaper.

"HARRY!" Ron ran out of the hall, which made the Great Hall almost deafening with laughter.

* * *

"Sounds of a sexual nature were heard outside the shack. A strained female voice 'Harry' followed by a male 'Hermione,'" Neville read.

"I don't see how fighting a huge wizard could ever be mistaken for... that," Hermione said.

"No one will believe us when we tell them the truth." Ginny poked the fire.

"Ron's going to kill me," Harry said matter-of -factly.

"Shagging his sister and his best friend... At least it'll be good to know You-Know-Who won't get you," Ginny said.

"Given the choice I'd take Voldemort. He'd be kinder."

"Oh my God!! Gran! It'll give her a heart attack!" Neville stood up and did not want to sit down again.

"Well, Mum's going to kill me," Ginny said.

"She'll kill me first, I'm the one who, 'deflowered the youngest Weasley,'" Harry said reading from the paper.

"I think that's the other way around, Potter," Ginny winked.

Hermione got up and looked out the window, looking very cross.

"When do you think they'll find us?" Neville said.

"Never if we choose to starve ourselves," Ginny said.

"That's right, Ginny, look on the bright side!" Harry said.

"When looking for a room, we asked for a room where no one could find us. We should have asked for a room that could hold us for a few months," Hermione said from the window.

"Sorry, we were a bit rushed."

Harry got up and walked to the window.

"Don't worry about your parents. Once Dumbledore explains everything..." Harry whispered so only Hermione could hear.

"I don't care about that."

"What's wrong," he asked.

Hermione wiped a tear from her face, "Nothing, it's just me."

"You sure," he asked.

She nodded.

"We can't stay here forever. You want to just act like nothing happened," Ginny asked.

* * *

They decided, after being cooped up for the entire day, they should go outside. There were definitely less people there. Hermione decided she'd rather go straight to bed. She said it was from spending hours in the library at a time.

Harry saw Hagrid and Fang across the yard. The only problem was that he saw Harry, too. Unlike he would normally do, Hagrid stayed where he was and turned his head so he didn't have to look at Harry. Harry on the other hand, wanted to talk to Hagrid. He didn't want to imagine Hagrid thinking he was some sort of 'scarlet man.'

"Hello Hagrid." He was tense and his voice showed it.

"Harry," was the only response he got.

"You've read the Daily Prophet," Harry stated.

"Yup."

Harry didn't know what to say. Would Hagrid believe him if he told the truth? As he was contemplating what to say next, Hagrid got up and started walking back to his hut.

"Hagrid, where are you going?"

"I... I don' want teh talk teh yeh righ' n- I think I' would be bes' if yeh drop'd m' class," he said still not looking at Harry.

"Why?"

"Yeh know why."

Hagrid turned and walked up the steps to his hut but was hit, not hard at all, but hit nonetheless, on the back with a stick. He turned to see tears in Harry's eyes.

"This is what you think of me! Hagrid, you've known me forever and you believe that? Who in the hell do you think I am? To even think I could... You were always better than everyone else, and now... you're just like them! I trusted you Hagrid!"

"Yeh four were hidin' up in the castle all day. What do yeh expect me teh believe."

"You obviously can't trust me anymore. Why don't you go ask Dumbledore? You still believe him!"

Harry stomped off towards the others who were heading towards the lake.

"Give him time, he just... he knows what being a teenager is like. Sometimes people do crazy things," Ginny said putting an arm around him.

"She's right, Harry. Just a couple of days," Neville said.

"Oy! Potter!" Ron said, almost marching across the yard.

"I don't need this," Harry said more to himself than to anyone else.

"Hey, I've got something I need to say to you."

Ron hit Harry in almost the same place MacNair did.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister!"

Harry, through natural reflex hit Ron right across the jaw.

"When have you ever paid any attention to what the Prophet says?"

Ron tackled Harry and started to hit him anywhere he could. Harry did the same, but both were stopped early by Neville and Ginny breaking them apart.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry said so he and Ron could keep fighting.

"Come on, Ron! Beat me up! That's what you came down here for."

Ron hit him in the stomach. Harry staggered for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

"That was for Ginny," Ron said.

Harry hit Ron in the nose.

"That's for taking Hermione to the ball without asking me if it was okay!" Harry paused, "We captured MacNair in the Shrieking Shack you git. Ask anyone in the Order!"

They both sat down on the ground then laid down laughing for no reason.

"You broke my nose," Ron said between laughs.

"You cracked a rib. I'm in so much pain right now you wanker."

"Sorry mate, I've just had to hear it all day, got me thinkin' it was true."

"S'allright. At least you hit me. Hagrid can't even look at me." Harry sat up and gingerly placed a hand on his ribs.

"Come on, we should get you to Madame Pomfrey," Harry said helping Ron up.

* * *

Harry slipped under the covers, trying not to disturb Hermione. He could not sleep on his side with a cracked rib. Even though he did go to Madame Pomfrey with Ron he didn't say anything was wrong with him, so he just lay beside her. She turned and looked over at him, the darkness covered her puffy eyes.

"What happened to you?"

"Got in a fight with Ron."

"About Ginny?"

Harry nodded. Being very careful of his ribs, Hermione put her head in the crook of his arm.

"You make up?"

"Yeah. Hagrid still hates me though."

"Harry, I'm so sorry," she said.

"He'll believe Dumbledore. I told him if he wanted to know what happened to go to him."

"I bet it hurts. I mean him not believing you."

She could feel Harry nod.

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