The day of the Quidditch Gryfondor team selection I was there cheering for my two best friends. They were so tallented, flying so hight while I couldn't get myself on a ladder without panicking. Harry had already choose most off his teammate but the keaper was still undetermine. I was hoping Ron will get the spot as he had worked so hard for it.

I fancy Ron since the very first year. We were fighting about every rubbish but we always come together in the end.

I noticed that this awfull Mclaggen boy was stronger than Ron. He flight with such velocity. His muscles were bending throught his shirt, he was slightly sweating from the workout. All the gryffondor girls that were watching the selection with me were having a fondness for Mclaggen. Only I was seeying what a moron he was. This guy was a prat and a jerk and I wasn't getting why the other girls fancied him. All the girls except Lavender Brown who were obviously taken with Ron.

Unfortunatly, the moron was skilled in Quidditch. And now he had stopped four of the five shots that the team had throwed.

I couldn't stand that stupid guy so I did something that I wouldn't do on a normal standard: I threw a confondus charms at him before the last shot so that he misses it and I wouldn't have to watch him play again. (I specify this so you, reader, would be convinced it wasn't for Ron).

It worked and Ron was selected in the team, no biggie.

At the very first match, what seems like an eternity after the selection for me with all the homeworks we were getting, Harry poured Felix Felicius into Ron's juice so that the team would win. I wasn't happy about it. I know I cheated too so that Ron would win but this time people have seen him do it and teacher could hear about it. Then eventually, when they would get caught, Ron and Harry would loose their spot on the team.

I was worried about them and when they won I went to talk to Harry about the fact that they can have a lot of troubles.

«Harry, congratulation on catching the snitch. I'm happy for you and all but It's risky you know. You and Ron could get expelled of the team and have a lot of troubles. Since students saw you poured the potion into his drink. And professors saw how good he was today they could know what you did for him and it's forbidden you heard Sluggorn say it.»

«I know 'Mione but I didn't do anything wrong and...»

Ron was right behind me at this moment a fact that I didn't knowed.

«Nothing wrong you said? You cheated on purpose. I warned you not to do it... Just like my confondus charm at Mclaggen it's not fair for him and you know that somes off the catch were lucky.»

«Lucky you said? I didn't ask any of you to cheat on my behalf. I'm okay to be a loser you don't have to point it to me like that!»

Ron was so angry. He was screaming at the top of his lungs into the pitch. We were lucky that nobody were there. I was feeling awfull because he wasn't a loser.

«Ron» said Harry. «I didn't poured anything into your juice. It was only so you would believe in yourself and see that you are good that I did that. It was to help your self confidence. See!»

The potion were full into the tube he was telling the truth. Actually it was a great plan because that was the only thing Ron were missing. He did so good all by himself and I was ashamed with myself for beleiving otherwise. Ron was turning to me with a proud face.

«See, I make it on my own. You tought I'm such a loser but in fact I can do it. You're the only one who didn't believe in me. Now you're not so bright anymore are you? Being wrong about something that must feel so bad» He was cruel on purpose to make me feel bad.

«I'm sorry Ron. I didn't say you couldn't do it but with all the Slytherin who weren't there it really looked like you had... »

He were gone before I had finished my sentence.

«You're coming to the party?» asked Harry.

«No I would come by later...»

Tears were forming in my eyes and I ran toward the toilet in the second floor to be sure not to ran into anybody. Myrtle was there and moan with me for awhile. She said boys were idiot and I was feeling better so I went to the party. I was going to apologise to Ron in a better way and say to him that he was the best player that I knew (I don't watch Quidditch usually it's only for him).

I entered the room and saw a large circle. Ron must be at the center being the champion he was. I'm short so I didn't saw anything until I reached them. Ron and Lavender Brown were snogging passionately. His hands were grabbing her waist then caressed her hair than her soft cheeks.

I ran far that's all I remember... I don't know when I started crying and when I started snobbing and how I reach the Room of Requirement. But here I was in a room with a large couch. So I sit on it. Grabbed my legs the closest I could of my torso. I poured all the sadness that I feel throught my eyes.

Somehow I didn't heard the guy came by because my sobs were so loud. He sneaked up on me than I saw him looking at me with concerned eyes and it makes me wanna cry even more. It's my true nemesis and I would suffered even more now that he saw me there.

«Granger?» his voice was different. His looked different. Like he cry all day... His eyes were puffy and red, his face was swolled with pain but his eyes were soft has if he was relieved to see someone even if it was me. His arm was broken by the looks of it. The guy seems broken. His pain was obvious and I would not wish this for anyone, not even him.

«Malfoy» Throught the sobs it sounds more like Ma-l-l-l-f-oy. His features softed even more. He sat next to me. I should be afraid and repulsed him for his intrusion but I didn't care. That's what the heartbreak does to me. I felt like garbage and I didn't care anymore. It felt as if I was so sad nothing could make it worse so if he wants to sit with me, the garbage, I don't care as long as I could cry my eyes off.

The look on his face seems the same as mine. His shoulders seems heavy. He addopted the same posture as me and we sat in silence for a long time. Until he started to sob to.

I felt bad for him even if I was a big rubbish I don't know what could make this strong and secure guy cry.

«Why do you cry?» I ask througth my sobs.

«Why do you?» he ask througth his.

I didn't respond neither did he. We sat in silence once again. I came closer to him and him to me. I don't know how it happen but we were crying in each other arms. It felt better to be held but I was still a garbage.

After what seems like ages our tears stopped he repulsed me to see my eyes and talk again.

«Weasley did that didn't he?»

He already found me once when I was crying over Ron in fourth year at the ball. I remember the way he took me in his arms and say to me I was beautiful. He never insulte me with the same strengt after that.

I nodded.

He seems mad. His gray icing eyes were not soft anymore.

«You know he doesn't deserve it right?»

The way he said it made me laught. A little chuckle that made me feel somewhat better. His eyes alight a bit too.

«What did he do this time?»

I shrugged.

«Why weren't you at the match?» I ask, curious of what made him cry.

«My mother has troubles now that my father is in prison... I had to go and check what they were doing to her since I'm here and she's alone. They beated her so I took her to the hospital in the muggle world. It's dangerous to go see an healer now that the war had begin.»

I was shocked, not expecting that. First I didn't hope such honnesty coming from him but also because of the story... I didn't know her mom would be so harmed by the war being in the bad side.

«Why did they beat her?»

The tears comes to his eyes once again.

«I have a dreadfull mission and if I don't succeded I would be made a death eater and my mom would be killed. If I do, I would also be a death eater but she would live... But I can do it so they beated her so I would try harder.»

He seems hopeless and not to care that I would know it. I felt like he wanted help but I didn't know how I can help.

«Do you need help?»

I was so sad and I really want to help him being a little less sad. It would seems strange to me after I would calm down but now I didn't care.

«You couldn't help me, Granger, it's not an easy task. They gave it to me to seek revenge at my father as he didn't catch that stupid prophecy last year... I have to pretend I'm okay with it in my common room or else he sends me letters. I can talk about it to anyone and I have to be strong and do it. I have a built a plan to not do this task but it's crazy dangerous and I'm a coward...»

«What is it?»

«I could let my mother in the muggle hospital until she gets better and do as if I'm doing my task. At the end of the year send her far away and hide myself from them. It would be impossible to flee from him so I would die painfully somehow anyway.»

«What is that task?» I ask caring a great deal about how pained he looked.

«I can't tell you, Granger. Even talking to you about it is so dangerous... You could die because of what you know. I don't know what to do. And I don't kow why you care but it's nice, thank you. What has Weasley done?»

Has Draco Malfoy thank me of all people? He was honest with me so I tell him everything.

Draco look mad again... (when did I started thinking about him as Draco) His jaw tensed than his fists, his eyes darkened.

«Outch» he said as his broken arm hurted from all the tension.

«Do you want me to heal it?»

He looked relieved and nodded. I healed his arm meticulously.

«Do you know that this spell is learned only by healer, Granger? You're such a bookworm!»

From the way he said it I knew it was friendly. His eyes shine with malice. I was feeling so much better now that I was beaming at him.

«Do you remember first year?» he ask with nostalgy.

«Yeah... It was nice having a friend who cared as much as me about school.»

«It was nice to have a friend» he said simply.

«What about Blaise? He was your friend, right? He cover for us being friends all year!»

Draco winced «He isn't my friend now that I'm such a proud death eater.»

«Wich you're not really. He should notice you're not okay just as I did» I said softly.

«Maybe he will...» Draco stared into space, sad again.

«What will you think about us being friends again?» I ask sounding to hopefull.

«I don't know Granger... It would be dangerous...»

«I could help you hide».

«You don't know how badly I'm watched. You know why we couldn't stay friends in second year and he would do way worse to you if he find out than what my father would...»

I was thinking hard (as usual) of a way to help him, even remotely. He was right it would be foolish to try to be friends but that's not what will stopped me. Maybe I wasn't the brightest witch of our year.