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AN: So.. this is my first fanfiction, and I know I didn't write anything for the first three chapters, I was having a problem, sorry! Review would be greatly appreciated!


Chapter 4

I don't know how long I ran for. I ended up in a strange coffee shop. I rubbed the tears away furiously. The bartender had a wand and I racked my brain for the name of the place the coffee shop lead to. Diagon Alley. That was it.

"Excuse me sir," I asked as I walked up the to bartender, "Um.. How do I get to Diagon Alley from here?"

He looked at me strangely and let me to the back of the shop. He tapped on the bricks in a certain pattern and a door opened up from the wall. "There you go mam."

"Thank you." I walked through the door and into Diagon alley. I didn't much see the things that were around me. I knew that when I was here for the first time, it was supposed to be the day before my birthday to get all the things I needed to get for Hogwarts. It was supposed to be some fun time for Draco and I alone. Draco. A tear fell down my face as I thought of him. I found a bench and sat down quietly. I felt the warm tears gliding down my face, and rubbed at them.

"Excuse me, but are you ok?" a female voice asked me. I looked up and saw a group of four kids around my age looking at me. The girl who had spoken had long curly brown hair.

"Hermoine, do you know who that is?" the other girl, a small ginger, asked looking at me wide-eyed.

The brown haired boy sat down next to me on the bench and reached to take my hand. "You're Sarpele Mortii Tod, right?" I nodded.

The other boy, who might have been brother to the ginger girl, gasped and yelled, "NO WAY!"

"Ron, shut up!" Hermoine whispered. "Sarpele, aren't you staying with the Malfoys?" she asked. I nodded and choked back a sob.

"Harry, why don't we take her to Fred and George, I bet they will let us take her to the back room so she can relax," The ginger girl asked.

"Good idea Ginny." Harry said and stood up. "Come on Sarpele" He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me up. I wrapped my arms around my chest tightly and walked along side Harry silently. He rubbed my shoulder and the rest of his group moved around me so I wasn't seen by anyone else.

"Ron go run ahead and tell Fred and George to open the back door for us." Ginny demanded in a tight voice. "I want to know what Malfoy did to hurt such a wonderful girl." She lightly patted my arm.

"It's nice to find someone who doesn't know who I am and starts freaking out." Harry smiled at me.

I looked up at him. "I know who you are. You're Harry Potter. I'm not supposed to like you. You were mean to my boy- um" I almost said boyfriend, "to Dr-.. to the guy I live with."

Everyone laughed. "Is that what Malfoy told you? It's more like the other way around!" Ginny giggled.

"Sarpele you should make your own opinions. What do you think of Harry?" Hermoine asked.

"I think Harry is extremely nice, and he's caring. I also think Malfoy is a foul horny git! He act like he cares about you and loves you, only to try and have sex with you when you're vulnerable!" My voice broke and I turned and burrowed my head in Harry's shoulder and sobbed.

Everyone stopped and became extremely silent. Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me to him. Hermoine patted my back, and Ginny started throwing out a string of profanities about Draco. I couldn't move, my heart hurt too much.

"Sarpele, I'm going to pick you up and carry you, is that alright?" Harry asked. I nodded. He picked me up bridal style and began to jog ahead to wherever we were going. I heard the girls running behind us, trying to keep up. I don't know how long Harry carried me, but out of nowhere he came to a sudden stop and set me down.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust through the tears, but about ten feet away I saw Ron yelling at someone who had their back to us. Ron looked over the boy's shoulder, and his eyes fell upon me, then to the boy's face again, and finally to Harry. The boy turned around to see what Ron was looking at.

My breath caught as I relized that the boy was Draco. A heat filled my body. I wasn't upset or sad anymore. I was pissed. I wanted nothing more than to stop calling him Draco, start calling him Malfoy, and punch him in the face. I took a step forward, and Harry must have sensed that something had changed about me because he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't touch her Potter!" Draco yelled, charging at Harry. It surprised me to see the look in his eyes. Total fury. I had never seen Draco look like this in the week I had been with him. It wasn't Draco. What had happed to my Draco?

No one was as surprised as I was in what happened next.


Cliff Hanger, yay! I hope you all like what I have so far! Please review and help me, Thanks!