A/N: Sorry for the wait, hope this is worth it.
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Ron, Hermione and I had took the Veratiserum and we gave our statements. Of course Snape asked the same questions over and over again using a different angle to make sure there wasn't some loophole we could use to lie. Snape, needless to say looked as if we were the Grinch that had stolen Christmas, when we told him we were innocent (over and over again, mind you). He had been so sure that we had planned to kill Malfoy.
This reminded me of all the times we had blamed Snape, basing our suspicions on him just because he was so easy to blame.
I sat up in my bed, we were dismissed after the the interrogation was over, off to bed with a vow that we would keep this silent and agree with the cover story of a prank.
I look over to Ron's bed. He is probably asleep. On the way to the Gryffindor Common room, he was unusually silent, Hermione too. Then again what could we say? It was tweleve o'clock and our enemy had just tried to kill himself...
'Tried?' a voice in my head spoke. 'He could very well be dead you know...'
I shook my head to get rid of that thought. No, there was no way he is dead, no way. Besides there is no way that we would know, not until morning when we would be able to see him.
I tilt back my head so that it leaned on the headboard.
Why. Why did he do it? As far as I know he was a happy spoiled little rich kid, very much like Dudley. The thought of Dudley trying to kill himself was ridiculous, that kid had no angsty bone in his body. He is living life happily and his only worry is that I'll turn him into a hideous monster, not that he isn't already.
At that, I gave a small chuckle.
"Mate," It is Ron, I guess he can't get to sleep either. "What is so funny? Because I need to distract myself from..." He trailed off, probably not wanting to acknowledge it yet.
There was silence.
"Hey Harry, do you think we could use your invisibility cloak to, you know, see him."
Idiot! I mentally cursed myself. I had completely forgotten about it. Why on earth hadn't I thought of that? But... do I really want to see him? The last I saw of him, he was in a bath of blood, pale, limp, lifeless.
I felt sick.
"Urm... mate?"
"Oh, um, yeah we should go."
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Ron and I, outside the doors of the Hospital Wing could hear high pitched screeching. "Oh, my Draco!" This was followed by a wail and loud sobs.
"I'm guessing Mrs. Malfoy just arrived and saw him." Ron said grimly.
"How could this have happened, oh, Draco!" Came the heart wrenching sound of a mother who just saw her son on his deathbed.
"Mate, I really don't think we shouldn't be here, it's sort of... well, privet, right?"
I nodded, however he didn't agree with Ron. I of all people should be in there. I, who found him, lying there, in the bath. I had the right to see if he was alright at least if he is alive.
There goes my stomach, again. Whenever I contemplate the possibility of him being dead I feel dreadful, like ice is shoved down my stomach while my heart plummet to the bottom of my feet.
"Mate, you in there?"
I turn to look at Ron. "Yeah, let's go." As I say this, I made myself a promise to see him tomorrow.