Chapter 14

Blaise's point of view

"Draco! Draco! Please wake up, please!" He began to stir and I let out the breath I didn't realise I had been holding. I hated being so constantly worried about Draco, the contact with Gra...Potter made it so much worse for him as he had to ignore his instincts.

"I'm fine..."He croaked. I helped him off the floor onto a chair.

"You've got to tell her man, or I will."

"I know."

"I've read the books and if you don't mate soon you will get so much worse, there's 4 months till your birthday. 4 months before- which is now- you will begin deterioration slowly by the second month you will have episodes every day. When you're down to the last month you will hardly be able to walk. You have to tell her."

"I know..."

Hermione's point of view

Draco had been acting strangely the past few days, I didn't know what to do. He always shot me down when I asked and of course I hadn't gone into the library due to the time I spent with Draco so when I did visit, well I couldn't resist the temptation to find a book on Veelas and to open the yellowing parchment to read a page; and another and another until I had read the whole thing. I had been so stupid, I had been so unlike myself- letting Draco lull me into a false sense of security trusting him instead of my gut. I knew something wasn't right and now I knew why, Draco was dying...because of me. It was my fault: the hollow look in his eyes, the exhaustion, the unexplainable disappearances for hours on end. I had caused this because I had been so... so blind! I wasn't sure why I was so scared to commit to him in that way, I mean I love him, I love him but there was something...someone that was stopping me. The decision is made, I need to go to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's point of view

"Miss Potter, how nice to see you. Is there anything that I can help you with." She was a promising student, one who was so clever but I knew she had not reached her full potential. Even know I could feel the power radiating off of her and I knew she would change the wizarding world as I knew it, for the better.

"I need to go to the Burrow, to talk to...Ron."

"Yes if course Miss Potter, travelling by floo I presume."

"Yes thank you Professor." I watched as she stepped into the chimney, steel determination in her face and I smiled. She was going to do some damage.

Ron's point of view

I had been kicked out and I still didn't understand why, the whole thing was a blur. But I was getting better, who am I bloody kidding. I'm getting worse and there's nothing I can do about it. The bottles piled up but they were the only constant in a life of change, change that I did not want. I just want Hermione but deep down I know I've lost her forever.

"Ronald, get down here! Hermione's here!" Hermione, maybe I hadn't lost her. The world spinning out of control as I descended the groaning steps to see a shaft of sun illuminating the only person I wanted to see:

"Hermione."

"Ronald."

"Ronald? What are you doing here Herm."

"Don't call me that." I saw my mom slip silently out of the room, probably a wise decision Hermione looked pissed, "I came here to set things straight, I know I sent you a letter and that was it but I wanted to tell you that I've found someone else and I'm happy." The smile she had always used for me alone appeared on her face, but it was no longer for me.

A cloud of red seared in my vision and all I wanted to do was shake her until she loved me again, the last shred of hope slipped away and the half empty bottle fell from my fingers.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why come here, to see what you've done to me? To make me feel worse? Believe me my life is in ruins and its all your fault!"

"Ron...I..."

"SHUT UP."

"Let go of me! Ron you're hurting me." My hand marvelled at the red on her arm as I held on for life, she was going to pay for all that she had done to me.

"You're going to get what you deserve." A shard of glass somehow made it to my fingers and I clutched it and angled it towards that face. That face that I had kissed, that face that had betrayed me for the last time.

Hermione's point of view

I couldn't get out of Ron's grasp, I hadn't realised how much it would hurt to see him so unlike the little boy before the war. I wanted to tell myself that it was the alcohol on his breath that was causing him to behave this way, but that was a lie.

"Let go of me."

"No Hermione, my life is over because of you." I didn't realise that he held a shard of glass in his hand until it was pressed into my neck.

"Ron please," the desperation in my voice quaked in fear as I felt a trickle of blood slide down my neck.

BOOM!

I was released so suddenly that the shard had come loose from Ron's hand and had successfully lodged itself in my neck. I fell to the floor trying to see through the haze that was blocking my view. Two figures faced each other, fists clenched. One hit, one down and one person being lifted into strong arms. The world floated away and I nuzzled into the warmth of safety.

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