Hey Guys, sorry it's taken me a while to update, despite being on holidays.
But here is one of the final chapters. Let me know if you want me to continue.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.

Blythe's POV

Since my father had allowed Draco to learn some of our secrets, our relationship had been better than it normally was.

I only had to sigh one way and he immediately knew something was wrong.

One morning, not long after the secret has been told, I woke up and found the potion I had to take every morning was missing. I didn't have it on my desk. I groaned as a small spasm hit my body. I quickly dressed and made my way towards the common room. I was lucky that there were only two people down there that knew about the circumstance, because the second I got off of the last stair I went into another full blown spasm.

Almost immediately Blaise and Draco rushed over to me, and tried to help me up.

'Blythe, where do you want to go?'

'My … father's … office.' I took a deep breath, trying to catch the ones I had missed. 'He … has … a … back … - … up' they both nodded and hosteled me up before shaking their heads.

'Invisibility spell, and then levitate her to his office?' Draco asked Blaise. Blaise nodded, tapping his wand to my crown.

When we finally got to my father's rooms, I had been through five different spasms, each resulting in me having internal bleeding. Blaise knocked on my father's door as Draco took the invisibility spell off of me.

'What Mr Zabini?'

'Blythe doesn't have any of her potions left. Do you?' my father was quick in ushering us into his rooms before heading to his trunk.

'Why did you not come to me last night Blythe?' he asked as he made me swallow the potion.

'Swore I had a flask on my bedside table.' Draco froze slightly.

'I asked Pansy to ask you about that particular potion last night.' I frowned slightly, my head killing me from the spasms I had recently encountered.

'She must have known what you were going on about, because I don't remember her asking.' My father nodded, slightly.

'Come on Blythe, we need to get you to Madam Promfrey, to check your brain activity.' I groaned.

'Can't you?' he shook his head.

'Professionals should do it.' I glared at him, as my father turned to Draco.

'Always ask her about them yourself, never anybody else. I could have lost a daughter.' There was silence. 'How did you know about the potion in the first place?'

'Christmas, father.' He turned to me again.

'So he went to you afterwards?'

'I made him promise.' He shook his head.

'That was stupid and dangerous.'

'But I didn't want to see him in pain.' My father nodded understanding my thoughts.

I didn't want anybody else to turn out like I did.

I groaned to myself as I looked over study notes my friends had written for themselves.

Why they wanted me to go through them, was beyond me.

Why I had said yes was a totally different matter.

Everything was beyond me at the moment.

'Blythe, we kind of need to talk.' I looked up and saw Pansy standing in front of me. I lifted an eyebrow before quickly changing something I had just picked up before forgetting.

'Shoot.'

'It's about Draco; do you think we can talk in our room?' I nodded, and packed everything up before following her to our room.