THIS IS NOT DEAD! Just updated really slowly, cuz I'm horrible with writer's blocks. The first part of the chap was done in the middle of August, but in September I had an accident, that had my car broken beyond repair, end of September I got married, end of October we moved into a house, November was full of work… and now I'm trying to write this chap before Christmas -.-

Anyways, I finally got myself to write this hated chap. Seriously, I had no idea what to write, since it was clear to me that I didn't want Elsa to go back in time with Harry and Hermione. I just didn't know what to do with her in that time *sigh*

On a side note: I don't hate Hermione. She's just stressed out and I needed a reason for her to punch Draco, since I loved that scene XD But you'll see what I mean when it comes to it ;D

Warnings: use of curse words

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or HP.

Enjoy!

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The rest of my time at Malfoy Manor was pretty unspectacular. It had been snowing, and Draco and I spent lots of time outside. Unfortunately vacation was over way too soon and we had to go back to Hogwarts.

Don't get me wrong, I love Hogwarts, and I missed my friends. But it was pretty nice to have some time when you don't have to worry about stupid futures. Ever since my talk with Mr. Malfoy, I felt like I reached a point where there's no going back or forth.

Death was the only possibility to get out of such a contract. Well, I certainly wouldn't kill anyone. Not an unknown king or prince, and of course not my "parents". The search for a way to go to Spirit World was on hold too. I reached a point where I just wanted to let it all go and at least pretend to don't care. Might as well concentrate on school and have some fun. I still had five years left, after all.

Back at Hogwarts, things were… well, let's just say the Weasleys weren't too happy with me having spent vacation with Draco. They pestered me with questions, about what happened and so on. I couldn't really say if I was annoyed or amused by it.

Eventually they gave up, and everything went back to normal. Ron and Hermione had an argument about their pets, because apparently Scabbers was gone, and Ron was sure Crookshanks ate him. Of course Hermione thought he was being ridiculous. After all, such a tiny rat could've just ran away and hide in places no one would ever find it. I didn't really pay much attention to their daily bickering.

Apparently I missed quite some stuff at Hogwarts while I was at Malfoy Manor. For Christmas, one of Harry's presents was a broomstick – a Firebolt. There was no note or anything, so Hermione told Professor McGonagall, who sent it away to have it tested for tampering in case it was a trap. Of course Harry was mad at Hermione for telling the professor. Needless to say the friendship between her and the two boys reached a cold point.

If you said something "wrong", both Ron and Harry were kind of… I don't know how to put it… aggressive? Sensitive? I have no idea.

Harry spent every free hour with Professor Lupin, but didn't tell us why. Ron stayed close to some other Gryffindors and Hermione spent much time alone and acted as if the argument didn't hurt her at all. I didn't know if I should feel bad for not noticing sooner, or for not being able to do anything to fix it. But why should I try to fix it? They're being childish – all of them.

Well, I tried to stay neutral. I talked to each of them equally; and it wasn't that they didn't talk to each other at all, they were just a little sensitive about certain topics.

Today we visited Hagrid. In the morning the trial over the case of Buckbeak had taken place, and we wanted to know what happened.

Draco had been quite calm about it all, and probably almost forgot the incident, but his father was another story. When he was actually at the manor for dinner, Draco even tried to persuade him to just leave it be, which led to a lecture about how a Malfoy would never back down. It kind of reminded me of queen training back at Arendelle. Well, at least Draco tried. Still it was a shock when Hagrid told us that Buckbeak was to be executed. They couldn't be serious, could they?

Unfortunately there was nothing we – or anyone for that matter – could do. Not even Dumbledore. Nothing we said could console our friend. I couldn't believe Lucius Malfoy was such a malicious man. Wait, I could believe it. But death… that was way too hard. Just one scratch out of panic can lead to this… it's just horrible.

"This is all Malfoy's fault. That stupid git." Ron ranted on our way back to the castle.

"It's his father's fault." I corrected absent-mindedly. They looked at me for a short time, and then Ron rolled his eyes.

"Of course you're stepping up for him." He mumbled, making me frown. "Yes, I'm stepping up for him, because his father is the one that wanted Buckbeak executed. Draco tried to talk some sense into him."

"Well, apparently he didn't try hard enough! And it is his fault! If he hadn't run up to Buckbeak in first place, all of this wouldn't have happened."

I stopped walking, feeling anger surging through my body. "We all make mistakes. The difference between good and bad people is the way they deal with the aftermath. Draco tried to fix it. Stop blaming him for the decisions his father makes." Harry and Hermione walked up ahead, not really wanting to be sucked into the argument.

"Why should I? All he ever did, from the beginning, is making fun of me because of my family. It's time he realizes what it means being judged by the family name." Before I knew it, there was a slap and a red handprint on Ron's right cheek. And I didn't feel sorry at all.

"You have no idea what it means growing up in a wealthy old family. To live up to all the expectations; to not be allowed to fail. So don't you dare to talk about it that way." And with that I walked up ahead, past Harry and Hermione; and left Ron standing there.

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When I met up with Draco later that day, he immediately noticed how my mood was quite down. I didn't want to tell him I had an argument with Ron, but eventually I told him everything. I expected him to be delighted, since he didn't really think that high of the Weasley family, but he seemed quite neutral. I couldn't read that expression on his face, and I had to admit that I envied him for being able to suppress and hide his feelings like that. I briefly wondered if I'd been just as good at it if I had stayed in Arendelle.

Anyhow, Draco was being wonderful, making me forget how mad I was at Ron. Apparently Harry wasn't too happy about me running up to Draco again and teamed up with his best friend. Hermione minded her own business too; leaving us on no-speaking terms until March, when Gryffindor played against Ravenclaw.

Cho was our seeker this year, and that's why I went to watch it in first place. As gentle and understanding Draco has been with me, he was just as vicious when it came to the Gryffindors. I didn't care this time; if Ron wanted to act like a jerk he didn't deserve any better. Of course I made sure Draco didn't exaggerate with his pranks and what-not, but this time I didn't pay much attention.

He and a few other Slytherins dressed up as Dementors to scare Harry. They really deserved the detention and housepoints taken from Slytherin. I had tried talking to Harry, asking him if he was alright, but he brushed me off. Fine, if he wanted to be that way…

I spent much time with Luna and some other Ravenclaws, and didn't really think much about the Gryffindors. From Draco I heard there's been some things with a magic map from Harry, but other than that I ignored them most of the time.

In May Gryffindor won the Quidditch final game against Slytherin, and in June it was time for Buckbeaks execution. I really wanted to go and visit Hagrid to console him, but I knew Harry, Ron and Hermione would be there too. That's why I hurried to get there before them, to say goodbye to Buckbeak and try to comfort Hagrid and leave before the others arrived.

When I reached Hagrid's hut, my first way was to where Buckbeak was chained. He seemed so sad, as if he knew what was about to come. I carefully approached him, bowing slightly just to be sure. The hippogriff lowered his head a little, not even getting up from laying on the ground. I kneeled down next to him and petted his feathers.

It didn't take Hagrid long to notice me. He left his hut and joined me, gently petting Buckbeak's head.

"Poor thing, never did nothing wrong in his life. He's just protecting himself! Now he can't even fly one last time!" the half-giant sobbed, before blowing his nose in some cloth that looked suspiciously like a blanket.

"I'm so sorry this happened. Draco shouldn't have provoked him. But he really tried to talk his father out of it…"

Hagrid snorted, wiping some tears. "I know. Old Malfoy is a horrible man. Always snobby, and strict to no end. No wonder where the boy got his temper from."

"Draco is a good boy if he wants to. It's just hard for him to do the right things when he constantly has his father on his back, pressuring him."

"I never said he was bad, gal. He doesn't know it any better. Kinda feel bad for that kid, having to live with that butthead." I smiled a little at Hagrid's words. At least he wasn't mad at Draco, like I had assumed.

"I don't need your pity." Both Hagrid and I turned to see the blond Slytherin standing there. His face seemed quite hard, though I could see he was actually pretty surprised. I could also tell he didn't really mean it like it sounded. He was playing the part for his fellow Slytherins.

Dismissing Hagrid, his gaze alternated between looking at me and Buckbeak. I guess he was afraid to come closer. Hagrid snorted again and hugged me tight before entering his hut again.

"What are you doing out here, Draco?" I asked the blond once the half giant was gone. I never told anyone that I wanted to go see Hagrid and Buckbeak.

"I figured you'd want to say goodbye… and I didn't want you to go through this alone." He admitted, earning a smile.

"Thanks… that means a lot. Are you gonna say goodbye too?" Judging by the look on his face he wasn't really happy with the idea.

"He… He's just gonna attack me again. He remembers me for sure…"

"Just go slow and show some respect and he won't hurt you." I promised, though I wasn't too sure myself.

He still seemed hesitant, so I walked over to him and grabbed his hand. His mouth tightened as Buckbeak got up, gaze fixated on us. He was so intimidated that he didn't even blush as usual when I held his hand.

Together, we took a few steps closer, Buckbeak beginning to fuss a little. But Draco was brave, though he didn't let go of my hand either.

"Good." I praised, "Now bow deeply." I heard him gulp, but doing as I told him. It took quite some time, which got me nervous too, but eventually the hippogriff bowed too. That's how Hagrid must've felt when Harry had approached the creature the first time. Relieved, I pulled Draco closer to Buckbeak, till I could touch him myself.

With a shaking hand, the Slytherin reached out carefully, till he touched the beak slightly. When his hand didn't vanish, he got a little braver and pet it slowly.

"Listen, uh…. Buckbeak. I'm really sorry I scared you back then. I didn't want it to go that far." He mumbled, which actually surprised me. I hadn't expected him to actually apologize. Buckbeak seemed to appreciate it as he nuzzled Draco's hand, accepting the apology. It made Draco smile sadly, which reminded me what was about to happen soon. This was the last time we'd be able to pet Buckbeak. They were really killing him.

Throwing aside all my intentions to never cry in public again, I felt my eyes go wet. Draco noticed it too and put a hand on my shoulder, which I ignored and just hugged him. Why wasn't there anything we could do?! It just wasn't fair…

Minutes later Hagrid came out, looking devastated. "Um… you better leave. The executioner, Fudge and Dumbledore will arrive soon, and I don't think you want them to see you out here." He sniffed and blew his nose again. I nodded and hugged Buckbeak for the last time, before making my way to the castle with Draco. We didn't get far, when we saw Ron, Hermione and Harry.

"How DARE you?! How dare you to act all friendly to Buckbeak, when you're the reason he's gonna be executed?!" Hermione shouted, looking furious. Draco snarled at her and was about to say something, when I stepped in.

"Leave him alone, Hermione. He tried to stop his father, he even apologized. Not even Hagrid is mad at him. You have no ri-"

"You shut the fuck up!" she growled at me, making my eyes widen at her way of talking. "You always step up to protect him, even though he's been a git to all of us. You always act all mature and above-everyone, but you're not! You-"

"Enough! Leave her alone, you fucking mudblood!" Draco was furious now, stepping in front of me, looking ready to hex Hermione to oblivion. Ron and Harry stepped up too; each of them hands on their wands. I couldn't believe it actually went that far. Hermione's words hurt me, but I wouldn't show it. Never.

I put a hand on Draco's shoulder and pulled him back. "Come on, leave it be. You don't want trouble when Professor Dumbledore shows up." I reasoned with him, and he actually let his wand sink. He glared one last good time at my supposed-to-be friends.

"Take that bitch on a leash when she's on her period." He spit, and before anyone of us could react, Hermione had leashed out and punched Draco right in the face, sending him backwards to land on his butt.

Shocked, I helped him up and ushered him inside before he could attack, glaring at my former friend. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I asked, not expecting an answer and leaving to keep Draco from running back and hex the Gryffindors. Sure, Draco shouldn't have said this stuff, but Hermione wasn't innocent either.

Deciding not to wreck my brain about their behavior anymore, I escorted the Slytherin to Madam Pomfrey.

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While the healer scolded Draco for getting into a fight and tending to him, I looked out of the infirmary's window. I saw the three Gryffindors on their way back to the castle. Suddenly Ron let something fall – I think it was Scabbers – and followed it towards the Whomping Willow. I gasped quietly when I saw a black dog appear. The dog bit into the Weasley's leg and pulled him into a cave of some sorts in the Whomping Willow. Instead of running for help, Harry and Hermione followed the dog.

"I'll be right back." I shouted towards Draco as I left the hospital wing to search for a teacher. Unfortunately the first professor I came across was Professor Snape.

"Miss Winters, there's no need to run around like-"

"Professor! Ron got bitten by a dog and dragged into the Whomping Willow! Harry and Hermione followed them!" I interrupted him, forgetting my manners. This was an emergency, after all. And seeing that shocked look on Professor Snape's usually bitter face proved me right.

"Go to your common room." Was all he said before hurrying outside. Knowing I couldn't do anything to help anyways, I went back to the hospital wing, where Draco was sitting on one of the beds, his nose healed.

"Where have you been?" he asked, face pulled into a frown. I sighed and sat down next to him. "The others got in trouble and I told Professor Snape." Draco didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"Why do you still want to help them? You heard what Granger said to you. And I bet Potter and the Weasel think the same." I shrugged, looking up to the ceiling. "They were my first real friends. I guess I'm not ready to let go of that yet."

"Even if they are hurting your feelings?" that question actually made me smile a little. "I guess I'm a masochist." The blond raised an eyebrow and shook his head, before putting an arm around my shoulders. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen and I didn't want to go back to my common room just yet.

"Do you think I'm bad?" he asked out of the blue, after a few minutes of silence. I guess he was talking about that argument before.

"No. Hermione kind of deserved it. She started it." Draco shook his head again, and let go of my shoulders to play with his fingers in his lap. "That's not what I meant. Before… you told Hagrid that I'm good. Do you really mean it?" I blinked in confusion.

"Of course. I wouldn't have said so if I didn't." I assured him, and he stopped fiddling with his fingers.

"What… what if I'm not really good? What if I have a secret that makes me bad?" he mumbled. Now I was more confused than ever. What was he talking about? Since he seemed quite reluctant to talk about that matter at all, I refrained from pushing him into telling me. After all, I had my own secrets as well.

"Everyone has their secrets… it's not the secret that makes you bad, but the reason you keep it. Why do you keep yours?" I knew I was bad. The reason I kept my secrets were quite selfish. It was just to protect myself.

"I… I'm kinda forced to. The consequences would affect my whole family…"

"Then you're not bad. You're keeping the secret to protect your family. That's a good reason."

"And what if the secret itself- never mind. Sorry, I didn't want to bug you with that shit." I frowned. The curiosity was growing bigger now. What secret could he have?

"It's alright. You know you can talk to me about everything, right? I can keep a secret." Draco smiled at me.

"I know. Thanks. It's just… I don't think I'm ready to tell anyone just yet. But if I ever am, you'll be the first to know." I chuckled, when suddenly the door to the hospital wing flew open. Hermione was helping a limping Ron inside, while Snape followed, levitating an unconscious Harry. Madam Pomfrey rushed inside too and started to tend to them immediately.

Snape glanced at Draco and me for a brief moment, and I thought he was going to question or scold us, but he seemed in a rush to get out there again. Though I was very curious to what happened, I couldn't ask anyone. Hermione ignored us, Harry was still unconscious and Ron was being tended to by Madam Pomfrey. The healer looked at us briefly.

"Your nose is healed, Mister Malfoy. You two can leave now. Go to your common rooms." She ordered and we just obeyed. There wasn't anything else to do anyways.

The Slytherin escorted me to my common room and after we said goodbye he left.

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As it turned out, Buckbeak wasn't really executed, but had been freed before and fled with Sirius Black, who had been captured that day. Oh, and apparently Professor was a werewolf all along. I never really got an answer to what really happened, and the "Golden Trio", as everyone called Harry, Ron and Hermione now, were the best of friends again.

I haven't tried to talk to any of them yet, and I intended to leave it like that for a while. At least till everyone cooled off during summer. Maybe everything would be okay next school year… though I highly doubted they'd ever approve of me and Draco being friends.

Since I decided to not wreck my brain anymore, just let it be and tried to look forward to spending my summer at Malfoy Manor.

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Oh god. You can't imagine how hard it was to write this. I absolutely hate the ending, but I didn't know what else to put there -.-

So, next chapter will have the Quidditch Championship sequence, and I don't know what else I'll fit in. Guess we'll have to wait and see, huh?^^

I hope you guys are still reading this, and I really wanted to thank you all for 300 wonderful reviews :)

Love and stuff!