"NOOOO!" Harry's bloodcurdling scream awoke his sleeping companions as he held his head in agony.
"What's the matter, 'arry?" Seamus said in a thick groggy irish accent.
"My... scar..." He muttered, barely able to contain how much pain he was in.
"Hey, where's Ron?" Neville questioned as he stared at the only empty bed in the dorm.
"Ron?..." Harry whispered, as the pain slowly receded. He stood quickly, getting dressed and grabbing his wand on his way out of the Boy's Dormitories.
Harry's footsteps echoed mournfully in the dark of the Hogwart's corridors. He quickened his pace as he heard a frightful shriek.
Peeking around the corner of a stone witch, Harry saw Ron's limp, bleeding body and Rianne's imposing figure. Harry's heart pounded as she cut the ropes that held Ron's hands and feet, and lowered him to the ground. In an attempt to confront her, he walked quickly down the corridor, but to his dismay she scampered away into the shadows before he arrived. He screamed in frustration as he saw the damage done to his best friend.
He held Ron's body in his arms, his scar pounding once more and tried to fathom why Rianne would do such a thing. How could she be so cruel?
Unbeknownst to Harry, Seamus followed him and witnessed his meltdown at his best friend's bleeding body. Seamus slipped past Harry through a hidden passageway and followed Rianne's bloody footsteps.
She must be as upset as Harry is about this... and she probably knows who did this to Ron. I have to stop her before she does something drastic!
Draco watched Rianne's breathing as the midnight hours past. He didn't even notice the time until she finally awakened, looking him solemnly in his piercing blue eyes, and saying those fateful words...
"I need to tell you something..."
Seamus couldn't, didn't want to, believe his eyes.
That despicable Slytherin holding MY Rianne? Leading her into a dark passageway? There's going to be hell to pay when I get my hands on him... His anger boiled as he tried to follow them, but the passageway was sealed tightly.
"Rianne!" Seamus yelled frantically, trying to open the passage, but to no avail.
Harry remained with Ron in the Hospital Wing, still contemplating how Rianne could do this to him. The moonlight shone lightly through the white curtains and illuminated Ron's ashen face. Harry was looking at the stars when Ron finally awakened.
"Harry?..." His voice cracked and he coughed up some more blood.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, his face lit up, thankful that Ron was awake,
"Who did this to you?"
"Before I tell you, you have to promise me something, Draco." Rianne's eyes shone softly with the hope that maybe he would understand.
"Yes?"
"Promise me that you won't think of me differently. Please, promise me this one thing." He held her beautiful face in his trusting hands and kissed her softly on the her trembling delicate lips. As he whispered, his lips moved across hers, sending shivers down her spine.
"I promise, Rianne. You will never be any less than you are right now in my eyes..."
Seamus waited at the door of Professor McGonagall's office.
"What is it, Finnigan?" McGonagall snapped rudely. She was on her way to the Hospital Wing to see Weasley and didn't want to be bothered with more problems.
"It's Rianne, professor. I think that she's in trouble..."
"...and that's when we kissed. I didn't mean for it to happen..." Rianne looked at Draco, who had remained silent throughout her explanation of the night she betrayed him. He could have sat there for hours, maintaining a silent sort of waiting, refusing, hoping that what she said wasn't true. She barely breathed as she couldn't fathom how he could keep such a complete brand of silence so that she could never comprehend his true feelings. His hands trembled with anger as he stood quickly and turned away from her. She watched his tense back move as his rapid breathing increased as his anger rose. A silver tear slipped down her flushed cheek.
"...did you sleep with him?" He whispered, Rianne barely able to hear him above her beating heart.
"No! I would have never done it if I hadn't have been so lonely with all my dreams of..." Her voice faded as she realized what she was about to reveal.
"...with all your dreams of that night a few years ago?" His voice echoed eerily.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" Her voice was filled with heavily guarded feelings.
"I know what happened to you, Rianne. I know exactly what happened in Knockturn Alley, and I know who did that to you." His resilient voice was void of all emotion.
"Your upset, Draco, you don't know what you are saying." She tried to reason with him, never thinking that maybe he knew exactly what he was saying, and why he was saying it. He wanted her to know how hurt he felt, and used her biggest secret as the knife that would cut her the deepest.
"The man that has been haunting your nightmares. He tortured your soul and tormented your mind. That man is my father." His ice cold eyes locked onto Rianne's unbelieving expression, she couldn't, didn't want to, accept it. While the protests of her mind resounded, she noticed Draco's rigid stance, the maniac glint in his cold eyes, the throbbing vein in his neck. She knew it was true. He was evidence of what had happened to her. He was his father's son. His father tortured her. She betrayed him. He knew her secret. Now it was his call, his decision whether to get revenge or to forgive her. But she knew what he would do. After all, he was his father's son.
McGonagall ran down the narrow passageway with Seamus right on her heels.
Hang on, Rianne, I coming to save you.
"Don't you have any remorse for what your father did to me?" She yelled as his passive face infuriated her and she pointed her wand at him.
"Should I?" He mocked her, hating every fiber of her being.
"Can't you show any emotion? Or are you as cold as your father?" Draco was filled with rage as he drew his wand.
"You want emotion? I'll show you EMOTION!"
Seamus and McGonagall finally found the hidden door. They burst through the door only to witness-
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"