Okay, so sorry for the long wait for the update, but I've been busy, not. Sorry. I guess I kind of forgot about it for awhile. And I'll understand if no one reviews, I mean I did after all leave a cliffhanger. We left fred, Ron, Harry and Ginny just woken up Draco, who screamed and then stopped when he saw who he was talking too…and then…

And then he began to struggle, which Fred quickly disengaged, by lifting him off the bed and into the air, dangling him by his collar, or Harry's collar, as he was wearing Harry's robes after all.
"What kind of sick game are you playing at?" Ginny asked disgustedly. Harry was holding her back as she was trying to run forward and beat the living bleep out of Malfoy. He looked down at her, as tears of frustration and loss of control welled in his eyes, and he remembered a time in his childhood when he'd felt the same, but we won't go into that.
Ron walked over to the door and shut it, while Fred lowered Draco into a chair and proceeded to bind him there with ropes which shot out of his wand. He bent down and tugged on Draco's skin, "just to make sure it was really him".
Harry loosened his grip on Ginny and before he could stop her she had darted forward and tipped the contents of a small bottle into Draco's mouth, which he's stupidly left hanging slightly open. He choked a bit, and coughed. Fred looked questioningly at Ginny.
"What was that?" He asked.
"that veristerum thingy, truth serum." She answered and wasn't expecting the praising look Fred gave her. Harry looked at her horrified, as did Ron, though not as horrifyingly as Harry was.
"Where'd you get that from?" He screeched.
"professor Snape. I stole it. It was after all just hanging out of his robe pocket, and he was going to use it soon. Most likely on you, Harry." Ron laughed a tad bit and they turned to face Malfoy who was gagging and spitting onto the floor. Fred leaned towards him.
"It won't help, you know. It goes straight into your bloodstream I believe." Draco looked up, his eyes a picture of worry and horror( yes, horror, more horror repetition).
"So, what were you doing?"
"Impersonating Hermione."
"Well, duh. But why, what was the point of the project?"
"To break up all her friendships, and destroy her self-esteem."
"Why, so you could become the know-it-all?" Ginny asked, contempt blaring out of her eyes. (Not literally of course, metaphorically)
Draco struggled with himself. His face reddened.
"No," He gasped. "Because she hurt me, and I wanted to hurt her back."
"What!" Harry was enraged. "You've hurt her ever since you got here, don't you think she might just have been getting you back for all those filthy names and insults you call her."
"She was getting me back, I realised that one already, Potter." Draco seemed to be struggling with himself.
"Why then? Why hurt her again, of you didn't like it. Is it just because you hate her so much?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"But I don't HATE her." Draco cried. And he managed to loose one hand and clamp it over his mouth. Fred jumped forward and pulled the hand away, tying it back in place.
"You don't hate her, huh? How do you feel towards Hermione?" Fred knew what was coming, he could see it in the tortured eyes, and he was beginning to feel slightly guilty, and pity for the pathetic boy tied to the chair in front of him. So he wished Ginny hadn't asked the question she had. Draco's face contorted in pain as he tried to hold back the answer. Tears streamed down his face, which was slowly turning red as he was holding his breath. Fred began to release the ties, when Draco spoke.
"I love her." He said simply and his face returned to normal. Everyone was speechless, except for Fred, who grimaced at how far the situation had gone.
"How could you think she'd ever love you back, especially if you were hurting her?" Harry questioned, and Fred opened his mouth to stop the questions.
"She kissed me." Draco stated, and ran out of the room, holding his mouth. Everyone was once again speechless, though Ron burst into tears and clung onto the side of the bed as he slipped down it and leant his face on it. Everyone else stood around.

Draco
he sprinted out of the Gryffindor common room, still wearing Harry's robes, their Gryffindor colours flashed in his face as he ran down the corridor. One hand clamped over his face. Hermione, he was thinking. Hermione, and tears were still streaming down his cheeks, and his heart was burning and he was ashamed of his actions. He struggled to breath, though it felt as though his stomach was being eaten by acid bugs or something (a side effect of the serum). Professor Snape exited the room before him, and was nearly bowled over. He straightened up and surveyed Draco standing shamefaced before him.
"Dry your eyes, boy. Do you know just how disgusting you are?" He wasn't prepared for Draco's immediate reaction.
"Yes sir, I know. I'm a filthy, disgusting, horrible thing, worse even then a putrid mudblood." And he was running again, searching for some place to wait until the serum wore off. His thoughts on Hermione and safety and his heart was breaking. He finally found a room, one which literally sprang from nowhere and he realised as being where the DA had had their meetings. Inside, however, was different. It resembled a bedroom, though seemed more cosy than Draco's had ever been. Silken sheets, and a doona and pillows, with a great big polar bear toy that Draco literally through himself on and cried into, curling into a tight ball and screaming at nothing and everything, tearing at his face and scratching at his arms, itching and screaming as the acid bug feeling got worse and his heart broke(not literally). And Draco remained in the room, trying to gather himself together, but seeming to fail miserably and just to lie crying on the bed, his knees drawn to his chin and pretty soon he was sleeping as peacefully as a kettle does when its boiling. (in other words he tossed and turned a whole lot).

Next chapter should be up soon, as its exam time, and I'm getting sick of studying and like Draco just want to curl up and cry myself to sleep. Okay, enough with the sob stories. Next chapter includes Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny and Fred and George, etc, etc, etc…

Chapter Six

Okay, seeing as exams are over and everything, thought I ought to continue with my story, seeing as there really no more excuses I can use.

A/N: just a refresh, we left Draco sleeping fitfully and the other four, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Fred in the dormitory. We'll start there…from where we left. Thanks for all the reviews coughMaireadcough

Fred glanced at Harry and Ginny, and then they all looked again at Ron's shaking body, shaking with his tears. Harry and Ginny started to edge out.
"I'll talk to him." Fred mouthed, and as they left he went to Ron and hoisted him up.
"Ron? Ron, you know, you're acting really out of character. You gonna be okay?" (well he is ooc.) Ron looked at the floor, and wiped at his eyes.
"I don't know." He said. Fred didn't know whether to laugh or not. He was confused, the last time Ron had cried, was the following nights after George and he had turned his teddy into a spider. He'd cried in his sleep, and that was also the last time Fred had heard Ron screamed. He then obviously had no idea what to do, because what can you do when someone you know, or think you know really well, changes and confuses you and makes you keep on guessing and unsure of even yourself. Fred acted on impulse, and hugged Ron, patting him rather awkwardly on the back.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked, his tears stopping rather quickly.
"I'm hugging you, I think." Fred said, releasing his brother and looking at him quizzically.
"You've never hugged me before." Ron stated, seeming amazed and also in a same state of confusion as Fred was.
"Well, don't read too much into it. It's a one off thing. Let's go get Hermione." Fred rushed out, stepping towards the door and pulling it open, revealing Harry and Ginny, who had jumped from the door, where they'd had their ears pressed against it, listening. Ginny gaped at Fred, and Harry gaped at Fred. Then Ginny leaped on him, hugging him fiercely. Fred jumped a bit startled, and tried to pry Ginny off him.
"You so are a softie." Ginny exclaimed.
"I'll hex you." Fred warned, and Ginny finally let go. Ron let out a chuckle, as Harry was reprimanding.
"You guys don't ever hug?" He asked amazedly.
'Of course we do, our mum hugs us, I hug Ginny, well, almost everyone hugs Ginny, no one really trusts the twins not to prank them, that I guess we're kind of afraid to hug them." Ron explained.
"Oh" Harry said, and nodded his head understandably, though he hadn't really been listening, he'd been watching Ginny.
"We'll clean the dorm." He said, as Fred and Ron headed off to get Hermione back to school before one of the teachers realised that she wasn't even at the school.
On the trip back to Hogsmeade, Ron was bombarded with questions and interrogation by Fred, really silly questions really.
"So Ron, why exactly were you crying?" was one of Fred's more intelligible questions and actually also one of his last.
Ron couldn't see anyway he could back out of this question,(as he is after all rather thick sometimes).
"I just…you know, I couldn't stand to think of Hermione kissing that disgusting foul boy."
"Why did it bother you more than Harry or Ginny then?"
"Well. I guess because, I think, it's because, I'm not sure, but I think I love her."
"Everyone loves Hermione." Fred said, confused, though his eyes twinkled, finally he was going to get a confession out of Ron.
"No. Fred, it's different. I'm in love with her. As in I like her so much, I'd die for her. As in, I love her, as in, my heart bleeds for her, and it hurts me when she hurts and stuff. Do you get it?"
Fred let out a chuckle, "I know Ron, I know you like her. It's not as if it hasn't been obvious for the last few hundred years." And he laughed again, leaving Ron more confused than before, and feeling slightly as if he'd been played.
They apparated to the Weasley wizard wheezes, and headed upstairs where they found Hermione where they'd left her, though she was asleep now, coughing every now and then and dry retching in her sleep. George was sitting on the other couch, watching Comedy Inc on the TV and laughing as loudly as was usual. Ron plonked himself down next to Hermione, carefully replacing the towels back on him, just in case she had anymore vomit in her.
He gently shook her by the shoulders, as Fred sat next to George and laughed.
"Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Ron?" She mumbled, and turned towards him, sighing and then seeming to fall straight back into her deep slumber. Ron turned to look at Fred and George, who looked back at him amused.
"Looks like you'll have to carry her." George said, "She wore herself out vomiting everywhere." And he shot Fred a dirty look, at which Fred retorted that he really was sorry, and how many more times did he have to say it. Ron looked at them imploringly, but they only shrugged and turned back to the TV. Ron sighed exasperatedly, and lifted Hermione into his arms, leaving the towels around her and her blanket on, etc. She woke up enough to blink owlishly at him and loop her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest. Ron straightened up, and looked to his brothers.
"Please, can one of you apparate me to the passageway?" Fred looked at George, who looked at Fred, and gave him an imploring look to say that it was pretty much his fault. Fred sighed.
"I'll do it," He said, and came over to Ron, grabbed his arm and apparated him to the passageway.
"Thanks." Ron said, and Fred flashed him a sly grin before apparating back, with his words of wisdom "good luck mate."
Ron grimaced slightly and held tightly onto Hermione's body, which was actually more frail than he'd imagined the strong and outspoken girl's body to be, as he descended the stairs into the passageway and walked along it, stumbling in the dark, as his wand was in his pocket, and he had no way of getting it without waking Hermione.

again, sorry for the long wait. more will be coming once i sit down and write more, this afternoon, or tonight or something, expect an update in just a few days. sorry again for the wait.