I could feel them all staring at me and then at them, alternating so they wouldn't miss a thing. The Light side, for all the good they had, was not as forgiving or unprejudiced as they like to pretend to be. Even now, the Weasley's look at me smugly, Sirius Black-although this should be expected, he is a Black after all (Oh look I do it too) - is openly smiling, not bothering to hide his glee at my suffering. I'm a Malfoy, I probably don't deserve acceptance considering father was a Death Eater. I let the tears fill my eyes, I allow them to fall. I allow them all to see I'm human too. The Weasley's don't look smug anymore, Black has stopped smiling. I wonder if I did that. I look away from them, at what had caused me so much pain. There he stood, his arms wrapped around little Weasley's, his lips on hers. He had lied to me, used me and now he was showing me how he little he had actually cared. Everyone has stopped watching them, their eyes all on me. My weakness is fuel for their happiness; finally they had gotten one up on the Malfoy's. They had managed to break me; I just didn't think my Harry would help them.