I took a seat next to Draco in the Great Hall at lunchtime and we talked, which was a very awkward experience.

"Are you feeling better?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Good."

We both sat quietly, looking down at our food when I started thinking.

"Where were you for the past six years, Draco? And how come you never wrote to me, or called me?"

The look on his face was almost ashamed. "Well, I didn't know you were a wizard, not that I cared at the time, but I parents wouldn't let me talk with Muggles. And we had to leave because my dad made some mistakes, bad ones."

How could he just sit there and tell me about his dad's mistakes? Typical Draco. "And what about your mistakes!?" I screamed. Before he could utter another word I stormed out to the dormitories. I didn't need any more of this.

I thanked my lucky stars that I had no more classes with him, and to my surprise, I didn't think about him for most of the rest of the day. He did drift into my mind when I was alone, though, and that made me cry myself to sleep again.

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Saturday, after classes…

There was a party in the Slytherin common room after classes, and some of the seventh years somehow were able to sneak beer in.

"Draak, what are you doing?" Blaise, Draco's best friend, asked me when I started walking to the girls' dormitories.

"What do you mean?"

"Um…hello? There's a big party with booze in the common room!"

Suddenly, I remembered that Draco had detention and wouldn't be at the party.

"Oh, yeah, I'm coming."

Two hours later, Draco's POV

I heard the cheers from outside the Portrait hole, while I cursed Sprout for giving me detention. It was bad enough that I had to take the retched class, but now I had missed most of what would probably be the greatest party in Slytherin ever. When I had arrived, there were already three people passed out from too much drinking. Flint was the most hilarious. Drool was dripping down the side of his face as he lay on the floor unconscious. Everyone around me was cheerful, and most of the people had taken their shirts off, with the exception of most first years and the bras that all the girls still had on. I had never seen so many people drunk at once, and felt even more jealous that I hadn't been a part of it.

Suddenly, Kaianne let out a high-pitched "Oh!" and tripped over Flint's drunk self and landed face down on the floor at my feet. She looked up at me while supporting her top half with her hands. Ashamed, I stared at her body. I couldn't help but notice her toned abs and perfectly smooth skin , only covered by a pair of black shorts and a black bra.

"Hey Draco!" she laughed, excited to see me, and only because she was extremely drunk.

I knelt down to her a pulled her to her feet, "God, Kai, you're a mess."

Her only response was giggling and almost stumbling into me.

Blaise came from behind her. "Dude, she's wasted. Don't even bother trying to have a conversation with her," and with that he grabbed another beer from a bucket and chugged it down.

I put her arm around my shoulder and led to the boys' dormitories. Being head boy, I had my own private room, a place that would be good for her to get away from everyone else while she became sober. She laughed, giggled, and tripped the whole way there. I dropped her lightly on the bed, so that her calves were hanging off the end, and sat next to her.

"Why can't I go back down to the party?" Kai asked innocently.

"Because I said so. You need to rest now."

She whined. "Pleeeeaaaasse Draco? It was fun…and...and…" When I looked back she was staring at the ceiling, forgetting that she was in the middle of saying something.

I leaned over and placed a hand on her forehead, which didn't surprise me when it was burning up.

"Draco" Kai whispered while I moistened a hand towel under the sink of the bathroom for her forehead.

I figured this was the perfect time to ask her why she was so mad at me, when she wasn't intoxicated, of course.

I placed the towel on her forehead and began. "What did I do to you six years ago?"

She looked at me and came slightly came back to reality. "You mean when you used magic to kill that little girl?"

"What!?"

"You know, when I was on that car, and you made it move without touching it, and then it rolled down that hill and killed that girl on the tricycle. You remember."

Everything started rushing back to me. I remembered, but not like that. We were both around 13 years old and we lived in America. One day I told her that I could do magic and she didn't believe me, so I told her to get on the side of the car and I would make it go. I didn't know how to stop it, but I couldn't see her through the windows, so I thought she just jumped off. Then my dad came and took me away, saying he'd done something bad and that the cops were looking for him. That was when we moved to London, and he found about Kaianne. He forbade me to ever talk to her again, because she was, as far as we knew, she was a Muggle. I guess I hadn't realized what would happen if the car kept going.

The wave of information was too much for me to take in. I laid down next to Kai, astonished. "What happened to you after that?"

"They tried me and found me guilty, since it was my mom's car. I went to Juvi and now I live in a group home away from my parents. I don't think they want me anymore."

I was glad that she was drunk, because I'm sure if she wasn't, she'd be bawling her eyes out while telling me all of this.

"I wanna go to bed," she whispered, but didn't move.

"You can sleep here if you like."

She didn't reply as she got up and crawled groggily to the right side of the queen sized bed and rested her head on the pillow. I threw the towel back in the bathroom and took the other side of the bed, wrapping my arms around her, holding her closely to me. Kai struggled to turn around to face me, holding onto my shirt. She was still only wearing her bra and shorts, but I figured she was burning up enough as it is.

I motioned for the automatic lights to turn off as she gently whispered, "I love you," and fell fast asleep.