Hey there guys!

I'm really sorry about not updating, I wasn't able to get this story written because of school and lately I've been really tired so, yeah, sorry. Oh and my internet was being evil *shakes fist at computer* Anyway, I've noticed that my author's notes have been a bit long (sorry) so I've decided that instead of replying to reviews and PMs in the story, I will now PM you back. Anyways, onto the story!

DISCLAIMER: Nope, Harry Potter still doesn't belong to me, sorry.


I wake up seconds later to Harry's eyes looking at me like he would look at a friend.

"Are you ok?"

"When someone passes out Harry, they're normally not ok."

"Sorry. But seriously, how are you feeling?"

"My stomach still hurts, but that's to be expected because the pain is caused by your stomach muscles contracting excessively."

"Is there any internal damage left over?"

"No, it's designed to only cause pain and then burn away your eyesight when you cry in front of your tormentor."

Harry sighs angrily and I flinch slightly. It's my fault he's so angry. If only I wasn't stupid enough to make it obvious that there was a problem.

"Draco?"

I look up, startled.

"Whatever you're telling yourself now, stop it. None of this is your fault."

"How did you know?"

"You were digging your nails into your arm"

I look down and see the crescents of red left in my skin.

"Oh"

It's silent for a moment before Harry speaks up again.

"What were you saying about Hermione using Crucio on you?"

"I said she used it on me once. It's not a big deal Harry"

"Not a big deal? Draco! It's called an unforgivable for a reason!"

"I deserved it."

"No one deserves it"

"And that's where you're wrong" a new voice interjects.

"Hermione?"

"He deserves everything he gets Harry. In fact, what he gets is barely enough for what he did in the war. He let the death eaters into Hogwarts! It's his fault that so many people are dead. If it weren't for him Fred would still be alive, George wouldn't have changed, Ginny wouldn't be dead-"

"How dare you blame Draco for that? Bellatrix killed Ginny, not Draco."

"Think about it Harry, if Draco didn't let the death eaters in then Ginny would never have been able to be killed by Bellatrix. And also, Draco had the chance to kill Bellatrix before or don't you remember that time I was tortured? Don't you remember my screams?"

"You and I both know that no one would've had the guts to kill Bellatrix. And Draco didn't have a choice whether or not to let the death eaters in. If he didn't, both he and his family would've died.

"And then the world would've been a happier place"

Harry's eyes narrow.

"How dare you! Draco has done nothing but what he had to, just like you did! And all he's got because of that is undeserved pain! Back off Hermione, before I do something I regret!"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I? Because last I checked, I hurt people who hurt someone I care about. After all, isn't Voldemort dead now or did you forget that?"

"Voldemort was attacking the whole world, not just your friends"

"How about Nott then? I was prepared to cut him in half"

"You wouldn't have done it"

"I would've"

"Just like you would've saved Sirius"

Harry stumbles at that.

"Oh no you didn't" I say and get up, ignoring the pain.

"Harry has done nothing but care about you and believe in you and you throw Sirius back in his face? What sort of friend are you?"

"I'm not a friend"

"What?" Harry asks, eyes wide

"You think I cared about you Harry? I just wanted everyone to be certain that I was good."

"But you are good" Harry says, confusion and hurt thick in his voice

"Voldemort was never smart enough to do all those things by himself. Who do you think was his master?"

"You." I growl, "I always knew something bigger was going on!"

"Wait, what about Ron?" Harry says, suddenly panicking.

"I think you'll find Ron on his bed in a pool of blood."

"Wh-what?"

"He was going to spill. I couldn't allow that. Of course in the end it didn't matter, but I don't take any chances."

"And neither do I" a voice says, travelling out of the shadows

"I suddenly notice Weasley standing there, wand pointed at Granger.

"I'm sick of being treated like dirt by you and I'm sick of you hurting the people I love!"

"Wh- how?"

"It's called a spell Hermione; you should read about them sometime."

She hisses angrily before turning into a cloud of black smoke and flying out of the window.

Her words still echo though

"I'll be back"


So, how was that? I hope you liked it, I know I loved writing it. Once again, I'm sorry for being so late and I hope that you forgive me.

Until next time!

JuliaPossum