Author's Note: Hey guys, as you may have noticed, my updates have been crazy at best. For now, I'm putting this story on hiatus. I love you all, and I'll keep writing if I can, but there probably won't be any new chapters for the next month or so. My schedule is officially packed. Here's a half-chapter to kind of tie things up for now.
Harry was peacefully enjoying a late weekend morning in his bed, half-awake but mostly not. He felt like he was floating down a happy calm river, where everything was quiet and no one wanted anything from him. Of course, that didn't last for very long.
"Harry," someone whispered, extremely close to his ear.
"Go away," he mumbled. Ron was the only person he could think of that would be bothering him this early, and even that seemed unlikely.
"It's an emergency," the person whispered.
"No it isn't."
"Why else would I be in your room?" the person said, a little louder, and for the first time, Harry could tell it was Draco. Swiftly, he sat straight up, nearly hitting Draco in the head.
"Why the hell are you in my room?" he demanded.
"Shhh!" Draco glanced around the room nervously. "Your roommates will murder me. And it is an emergency. My father's coming here."
"So, he doesn't know about Abbie, and he can't find out."
"What?" This whole thing seemed very difficult for him to understand – maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was actually very complicated. He couldn't tell. "Wait, how did you get in my room?"
"Still haven't changed your password. Get up."
"Can't you bother Hermione about this or something?" Harry groaned.
Harry sighed, very exasperated, and got out of bed, putting on one of the sweaters he'd received from Mrs. Weasely over the years. Draco looked at him, clearly dying to make a sarcastic comment about the sweater, but refrained. "So what do you want me to do?" he asked, putting on his glasses.
"Just be yourself," Draco said cheerily.
"I don't have time for this."
"Alright, fine. Come downstairs." Harry followed Draco down the steps to the common room, where Draco turned to him. "I need your promise that you guys will take care of her while I can't. Probably just a day, but it could be longer."
"Why my promise?" Harry asked, doing his best not to notice the dirty looks from the early risers in the common room.
"Because I know you'll keep it," Draco said, suddenly very interested in the lush rug underfoot. "If there's one thing about you that I don't completely despise, it's how you never break a promise."
"Oh." Harry wasn't expecting that. "Well. Okay. I'm not good at the taking care of kids thing, though."
"The others can do that. Just make sure they don't leave her alone somewhere, or ignore her, or make her sad ever. And she can buy whatever she wants if you go somewhere. I'll reimburse you. Just take care of her. Please," he added, very uncomfortable.
"Okay. But why did you have to tell me that right now, early in the morning, on a weekend?" Harry said, trying not to be annoyed.
"Because he's in the Headmaster's office right now."
"Wait. What? Why?"
"When you were me, my grades weren't as perfect as usual, and my father found out. It's not a big deal, I can excuse it. I just don't understand why he'd do show up on such short notice. So I'm planning ahead." Draco's tone was very businesslike, but Harry could still tell he was very concerned.
"Well, I promise. Other people care for her, too, though. Like the twins, and Hermione, and Ginny."
Draco made a face. "Right. Because I should really trust them. I have so many reasons to."
"But you do, actually. They've stood up for you just as much as I have when some of the other kids say that you're just trying to infiltrate my friends or something. Ginny fought off the Parvati twins simultaneously when they said you didn't really care about Abbie," Harry said. That example was most recent in his mind – it had happened just the other day.
Draco looked surprised. "Really? Ginny?"
"No reason." His deadpan was impressive. "So I'm leaving her in your hands. Collectively, all of yours."
"Where is she?" Harry looked around the common room. Before Draco answered, he saw another head of white-blonde hair. There was Abbie, lying asleep on the couch, dwarfed by its soft pillows.
"She usually wakes up in a few minutes. I need to go before she sees me. I can't explain..." Abruptly, Draco broke off his sentence. "Thank you," he began again. "For helping me. I'll let you know what's going on." Without another word, he walked away, slipping out through the portrait hole gracefully.
Sighing, Harry went and sat next to the girl on the couch. People were still giving him dirty looks, so Harry sent back a few glares before putting his arm around her. He thought maybe he should put his arm around her, but worried that might wake her up, so he didn't.
"Draco really cares about you, you know," he whispered to her. "What did you do to him? And can you teach me to?" He smiled. "I think he's really a nice guy. Don't tell him I said that."
He was beginning to get some odd looks from the other kids, so Harry stopped talking to her and decided to just wait. He curled up on the couch and almost fell back asleep, except Abbie woke up. Anxiously, she patted his shoulder until he opened his eyes, then spelled something into his hand. Harry had quite a bit of trouble trying to figure out what she was trying to say, but finally, after a very slow iteration from Abbie, who was doing her best to be patient, he got it. Where's Draco?
Harry felt very stupid. Of course that was what she'd ask. "His father is here, he has to deal with him. He's fine, though, don't worry."
After another long process, Harry got her next question. When will he come back? Why did he leave me?
"Malfoy's dad isn't nice. He's mean, and so Draco's going to come back after he makes his dad leave. Until then you'll be with us, okay?"
Abbie nodded, her eyes large and solemn, looking very young.
Suddenly, Harry hoped Draco would be back soon, or at least that someone else would wake up. He really wasn't good with children.