Disclaimer- I'm sorry to say this but I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight... it's crying time now...

Okay, faster(ish) update this time 'round, right? I think so. I had some trouble getting this chapter started but the end just flowed. I hope you enjoy it.

Moving on...

The two weeks later was of the first Qudditch match of the season. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Though the feeling was strange, I was anxious to see it. Both Ron and Harry were playing... against Malfoy. I knew he wasn't himself right now and I was worried that he might do something stupid and hurt either Harry or Ron.

There was a voice in my head saying that I had to trust Draco to do the right thing but I just wasn't sure I could. Not after that scene in the Room of Requirement.

Hermione and I walked down to the Great Hall from the Gryffindor Tower to get a bite to eat with everyone before Harry and Ron had to go warm up with the team. We searched the table and spotted the boys and Ginny sitting together, all of them in their Qudditch robes. The two of us went over to them; I took up a spot next to Harry and Hermione sat next to Ron.

I leaned over to give Harry a kiss on the cheek and he stared at me, almost gloating. I cocked an eyebrow at his look. "What?"

He smiled. "You are wearing my Qudditch t-shirt."

I looked down at the maroon shirt that I wore. Okay, so I admit that I snuck up to Harry's room this morning to steal it out of his dresser but that wasn't a big deal. "So?"

The smile on his face grew. "I thought you said you weren't... what did you say exactly? That you would never be a cheerleader?" He said before starting to laugh.

I faked a laugh before sticking out my tongue. "I'm not a cheerleader... I'm simply supporting my boyfriend and one of my best friends during the big game today. I don't see anything wrong with that."

Harry raised an eyebrow at me and nodded. "Well thanks."

I tilted my head to him and smiled. "Of course."

I let my smile grow a little more and suddenly felt my eyes get pulled across the table to Ron who looked as if he was about to get sick. "You okay, Red?"

The youngest male Weasley nodded frantically. "Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" He squeaked out.

I wrinkled up my forehead. "Um, well, I don't know probably because you are playing your first ever Qudditch game against Slytherin, you know? I mean, I know I would be-"

I felt a foot make contact with my shin under the table and I hissed in pain as my hands instantly went to my leg to try and sooth the pain. I glared daggers at Hermione, knowing she was the one that did it.

The girl pursed her lips together and shook her head at me dangerously, showing that I should stop it. My eyes went from Hermione to Ron who looked even frightened than he did before I spoke. Opps...my big mouth ran away with me again. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling really embarrassed and sorry for what I said.

"I mean, Red, just relax. Everything will be fine. You'll do great," I reassured with a big smile. Ron narrowed his eyes at me like I was telling him a lie that would cost the boy his life.

"Yeah, Ron. Calm down...Drink some pumpkin juice," Harry said through a bit of food as he pushed a goblet of that nasty juice toward the red head. I, being not the most observant of people, would not have noticed anything strange about this gesture but Hermione seemed to. She did a double take in the direction of the goblet before her eyes widened at Harry.

I glanced in his direction but his eyes were focused down at his place, a picture of innocence. He seemed calm...come to think of it, too calm. My eyes went back to Ron who had the silver goblet in his hands, about ready to take a gulp.

"Ron stop!" I commanded. The Weasley did what I asked but looked like he got caught doing something naughty. Jeez, he was tense today.

I turned back to my boyfriend, readying myself to scold him. "What did you do, Harry? And don't even think about lying because I'll know."

Harry considered my threat as he sat chewing his mouth full of sausage slowly. The boy finally swallowed his food with a big gulp and looked at me with innocent green eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about."

I narrowed my eyes at him, silently saying his story was unlikely. I suddenly heard Hermione gasp out in realization. "Harry! You did not put what I think you did into that cup did you?" She asked, completely shocked. Now, I was totally confused. He put something into Ron's drink? Why would he do that?

Harry's glance darted from me to Hermione then back again. Knowing that he was busted, the boy sighed and pulled a bottle out of his pocket. My mouth dropped open at the sight of the little bottle that Professor Slughorn had given him on the first day of school.

Feeling furious that he was trying to cheat, I smacked Harry in the arm. The boy winced away from my hand and gave me a look that was asked what the heck that was for. "You put liquid luck into his juice?!" I asked.

From the corner of my eye I saw Ron's face light up in wonder as his eyes dipped down to look at the shiny silver goblet that sat before him. "Ron, don't even think about it," I warned sternly.

"Aw, come on, Allie," Ron pleaded like a small child as he jumped up and down in his seat. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him.

Of course Red would be all about cheating if it meant that Gryffindor would win the Qudditch game this afternoon. I think that fact was what annoyed Hermione to the point that she smacked Ron much the same way that I had smacked Harry.

"Ow!" He yelped. "What the bloody hell, Hermione?"

Hermione was bright red with anger as she glared in Ron's direction. "You should be ashamed of yourself for trying to cheat!" She yelled in a furious whisper. "Both of you should!" Her furious eyes went to Harry now.

I felt the need to put my two cents in now and decided to punch Harry in the arm again. "Yeah!" I said sternly with a firm nod of my head for emphasis.

"Ow!" Harry yelped as he jumped away from me and started rubbing his hand up and down his now sore arm. "I'm only trying to help! Do you want us to bet Slytherin or what?" He asked logically. His eyes then turned to Hermione. "And I don't think I am the only one at this table who has cheated in the name of Qudditch."

Hermione looked down at her hands, probably feeling guilty for helping Ron make the team earlier in the semester.

I thought about Harry's logic for giving Red the potion for a moment. How low were we willing to sink to beat our arch enemies at one of the dumbest sports known to man kind? In the end, neither Hermione or I said anything.

The lack of protest from Hermione and me must have been enough of a response for Harry. He turned to Ron and nodded his head once. "Go on and drink it, mate. You'll feel better."

The red head's pale face looked from Hermione to me and then back again before drifting to the goblet that had been tormenting him for the last five minutes. A small smile grew wide across his face as he roughly grabbed the cup and drink greedily.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but stare at Red in wonder. Sure, I was pissed that they were stooping so low but it was fascinating to watch the transformation occur on Ronald's face. He went from being terrified and sickeningly pale to confident and glowing with pride. We all waited for him as he took the last sip of his cup and let the effects take over him.

Red slammed the cup onto the table and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand when he was all done. He sat there for a moment, silent and smiling.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione questioned him, her eyes slightly worried. I noticed that the anger had faded from her as it did from me earlier. Neither of us cared about Qudditch matches as much as we cared about the wonders of magic and seeing some one who just drank Felix Felicis was one of those interesting things that a witch didn't see everyday.

"Bloody excellent!" He said with such enthusiasm that he threw his hands up in the air and knocked over Hermione's cup, spilling all of it's contents. The boy could not stop smiling for the life of him. Honestly I could have told him the world was ending today and he would have just smiled and nodded his head like a great fool.

"Okay, then we better be getting down to the field, mate." Harry said as he stood up from the table. Red just nodded before getting up and walking very enthusiastically toward the great doors. Harry smiled back at us with mischievous eyes before turning to leave. On impulse, I grabbed his wrist and spun him to look down at me. "I don't like that you did this, Harry."

The green eyed boy grinned and gave me a kiss on the forehead. He reached into his Qudditch robes and took out a small vial. Harry pressed the smooth bottle into my palm so I could take a look at it. Upon examining it, I saw that it was still full to the brim with liquid luck. My mouth dropped open in confusion as I looked up at Harry. "You didn't give him any?"

He shook his head no in response. I gave the tiny vial back to him, still confused as to why Ron was acting as if he had drank it.

Seeing the lack of understanding on my face, Harry smiled and began to explain. "You don't need the potion to be lucky, love. You just have to think you are lucky for good things to happen to you."

One chuckle escaped my lips as I realized what he had done. He wanted us to catch him slipping something into Red's drink so he would think that Harry put the potion into his goblet. That way Ron would stop worrying and think that he was incapable of letting a ball pass by him and into the goal.

"My, my. Harry James Potter you are a little more than a genius." I said with a little knowing smirk.

Harry began to laugh and kissed my forehead again. "I'm surprised you are just realizing that, Allie." His eyes drifted from mine to his watch. "Oh, I've got to get going. The game starts in a ten minutes. Wish me luck!" He said as he turned toward the door.

"Don't need to! You're carrying it around in your pocket!" I teased his retreating back. Harry only turned to glare at me for a split second before running out the door.


Draco didn't show up to play in the game. I couldn't say it surprised me because it didn't but I was on edge about it none the less. Who knew what he could be doing up at the castle when everyone else was down here at the field. It scared me to even think of what it could be now that I confirmed him as a Death Eater.

I heard another annoying verse of "Weasley is Our King" begin behind me with everyone in our section joining in after only a few words. I didn't know what was happening in the game since I had other things on my mind but I did realize by the song that Red was doing really well during his first ever game with the team. Apparently, Harry's plan to trick him into thinking he was lucky worked.

A couple of minutes went by and the crowd stopped their singing, thank Merlin. It's not that I was not being supportive and wasn't proud of Red, it's that the song was so obnoxious that it gave me a slight headache.

I felt jittery while sitting and watching the game. Draco was the reason for this feeling I was sure. No matter how much I wanted to stay at the game and cheer on my boyfriend and one of my best friends, I couldn't just sit there and do nothing while Draco plotted Merlin knows what against Merline knows who. It was my job to watch him and I had to do that now.

With a strained sigh, I realized that I had to go find him and miss the rest of the game. "Mione, I gotta go."

The bushy haired girl gave me a look of disbelief, silently asking me why. I looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to us before leaning down and whispering. "It's a Draco thing. Remember that promise I made to Dumbledore?"

Hermione pursed her lips and nodded her head once, clearing voicing her disapproval of my leaving the game. "I'll see you back in the common room," I told her simply before turning and leaving the stands. I decided to walk casually since people would likely notice something was up if I was vampire running.

I passed by several of my friends on the way, including Luna Lovegood who wore the most hideous, and at the same time intriguing, hat that looked like a lions head. I smiled at her before moving along again.

Finally, I made it out of the stands and down the creaky wooden steps that took me to the ground below. Upon reaching the field, I decided to run at full speed to the castle since no one was around to get suspicious.

I took off ant it only took me two seconds to get to the castle and one more to arrive at the entrance to the Room of Requirement. I paced the plain gray brick wall a few times chanting over and over in my head that I needed to see Draco.

Only seconds passed before the door appeared before me. Without hesitation, I went in and began my search for him. I went slowly and quietly down the aisles and aisles of junk, not sure if I wanted him to find me in here alone; he was a Death Eater after all and it would probably just be better if I spied and made myself scarce.

But then again, I wasn't one hundred percent convinced he would hurt me. He was still Draco, my Draco. He just joined the ranks of the most evil group in the wizarding world... it sounded bad when I thought of it like that. Come to think of it, everything about this situation was bad.

It was bad that he was roped into being one of Voldemort's minions, it was bad that I came looking for him, it was bad that I didn't tell my friends what he had turned into, it was bad that I didn't tell Hermione where I was going....

"Looking for me?"

I audibly gasped and with one swift vampire fast motion I spun, removed my wand from the inside of my black boot, and held it up to the person's neck. Even after I realized it was Draco I couldn't drop my wand. I stood there and took in deep huffing breaths. I looked at him and he at me. Neither of us moved an inch while our eyes stayed connected.

It was then that I realized this was the first time since the Hogsmeade visit two weeks ago that I had seen Draco. He was somehow paler, thinner, and hollower than the last time I saw him and it made him look so frail and weak. Those were two words I thought I would never use to describe Draco Malfoy but they fit him at the moment. What had this mission done to him?

"You're not scared of me, are you Cullen?" He asked with a very unenthusiastic smirk playing on his sunken face.

I took a deep breath before lowering my wand and then my eyes. "No, I am not."

Draco gave me a once over with his piercing gray eyes. "Then why are you clutching your wand so hard?"

I didn't answer him, just continued looking down at his feet and biting my lip. How had I been able to lose all of my courage when entering this room? It wasn't like me to be like this. I didn't fear anyone, especially not a friend. I didn't look down to anyone as if I was below them. I didn't feel sympathy for Death Eaters. But now it all changed. I was breaking all of my own rules by just being here with my guard down and that made me feel uneasy. I didn't know how to act without my guard up.

"You need not fear me, Allie." Draco said softly. "I won't hurt you."

I finally looked back up at him and noticed how close he got to me while my eyes were averted. My heart began to pound as he took a step nearer me, forcing me to back up against a very large, dark, wooden cabinet.

"Are you sure of that?" I asked a little shakier than I would have liked.

The boy pursed his lips and turned away from me, running his hands roughly through his hair in the process. "What are you doing here?" He asked angrily.

I was taken so aback my his very sudden change in tone that it took me a second to respond. "I-I-I came here to find you."

He turned back to me so we were almost chest to chest again. I noticed that his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "And why would you do that?" He whispered gingerly.

I bit my bottom lip and turned my eyes away from him. What was I suppose to say? Yeah, Draco, Dumbledore wanted me to follow you and I noticed you weren't at the game so I just came up here to spoil your evil plan and have you kill me in the process? I'm guessing that would not help Dumbledore's cause any so I just kept my mouth zipped.

Instead of saying anything, I just shrugged my shoulders. I finally brought my eyes back up to meet Draco's that were angry once more. Before I knew what was going on, Draco hit the cabinet door that was just inches to the side of my face out of fury. He turned away from me and took a few steps back, leaving me stunned right where I was.

"Dammit, Allie! You are lying to me!"

"I am not!" I argued back instinctively. "You weren't at the game! I came to look for you because-"

"Because you are following me on Dumbledore's orders!" He yelled.

I froze and for a second my slowly beating heart stopped completely. I stared at Draco for a few seconds as he shook his head at me like I was a small child who got caught doing something they shouldn't be.

"How stupid do you think I am?" He said as he got dangerously close to me again. "Dumbledore has been trying to figure me out for the past two years, it was only a matter of time before he had someone tail me and who better that the Chosen One herself?"

His lips curled up as he snarled down at me. I stood there unable to say anything to contradict what he was saying, to make him think he was just being paranoid. It took me a few minutes to get myself together but I finally managed to get some strength together and talk to him. "I'm just trying to help you Draco. I...I read about your father being arrested and sent to Azkaban and I know how painful it is to live without your dad around but-"

Draco chuckled once humorlessly as he put a hand on against the wood of the cabinet on either side of me. "You know nothing about pain."

"You wanna bet?" I challenged.

The blond boy narrowed his eyes at me. "You have everything in the world. You are the beautiful, intelligent, talented Allie Rose Cullen. All men want to be with you and all girls want to be you. Now, thanks to a little bird, I also hear that you have more money than God. What is so damn painful about that?"

I huffed slightly. "It all means nothing without my family to enjoy it with. It'll mean nothing to me when everyone I know grows old and dies while I stay young until this world comes to an end... Yeah, your dad is in jail Draco and I feel for you but you can see him, hear his voice."

He chuckled again. "I could care less about my father. He is the reason I have to do this! He is the reason I..." He stopped short and looked down at his feet, his head hanging down close to my face.

"I always knew he was an ass..." I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to him.

Draco's head slowly came up and he looked at me. One side of his face pulled up into a small smirk. I truly thought he had calmed down when as suddenly as the smirk came it disappeared and he hung his head low again. I heard a snarl build up deep in his chest at the same time. "Don't. Do. That." He said, trying to control his anger again.

"Do what?" I felt the need to whisper the words in the quiet room.

"Be charming. It makes it worse," He stated flatly.

It was my turn to wrinkle my forehead in confusion. "Wha-"

"Just get out of here." He said, removing his hands from either side of me and walking away.

"What? No, I'm not leaving! I came here to-"

"Fine, I'll leave then." He threw the words over his shoulder before walking away and disappearing around the corner.

I stood there, much like the last time he left me alone in here, and listened as his footsteps grew quieter and quieter before they disappeared all together.

"Well, hell." I breathed out as I realized that I risked Harry getting mad at me and didn't even gain any kind of ground with Draco whatsoever... Wait, Harry.

Damn! The game probably ended and he's probably freaking out because he doesn't know where I am. At lightening fast speed I made my way out of the Room of Requirement and to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked upon my arrival.

"Wormtongue." I stated quickly.

The woman in the painting nodded before swinging open to admit me. I walked through the threshold and was surprised to see that a huge party was going on. Taking a few more steps, I saw that the whole common room was full with the tower's inhabitants.

I smiled at the sight of gold and maroon banners and balloons that were scattered everywhere I turned. There was a refreshment table set up, like always, and music from some wizard band booming throughout the room, making my head feel like it was pulsating with the sheer volume of it.

My hands went instinctively up to my sensitive vampire ears and covered them discreetly. I looked around until I found the person I was looking for. Harry was standing next to Hermione in a crowd of people that were surrounding Red. As I got closer I began to hear what they were saying.

"Great job, Weasley!"

"Brilliant saves, mate!"

I finally caught sight of the man of the moment as he basked in the glory of winning the big game against Slytherin. I felt eyes on me sudden and turned to see Harry looking at me with disapproval and he began to frown.

"Where were you?" He asked flatly when I reached him and Hermione. .

I sighed. "I-I...I was with Draco."

Harry shook his head and let out a huff of air. "Well isn't that bloody terrific. You blow off my big game to go look after the Death Eater."

My mouth dropped slightly at the tone of his voice. He was not just mad at me, he was pissed off. "Harry, I-"

"You were supposed to be there, Allie! You were supposed to be there for me and Ron! But instead you were there for him." He said the last word with such venom he might as well have punched me in the face, it probably would have felt better than listening to him attack me.

"That's not fair! You know what Dumbledore asked me to do! I'm doing what I was told. I don't give you crap about what you are supposed to be doing, do I?" I fought back, feeling my anger begin to raise.

"What I do doesn't involve Death Eaters that are in love with me, Allie." He whispered gingerly.

My mouth dropped again. I was about to say something back when my vampire senses became aware of someone coming up fast behind me. I shot around to see Lavender Brown run past me and right into Red's arms. In an instant her lips were locked onto his and they were kissing like a couple of lustful teenagers...okay so they were lustful teenagers but it was still gross.

"Oh, eww." I said as I averted my eyes from them. I turned my head and saw the look on Hermione's face as she looked at the two of them. The poor girl looked completely heartbroken and betrayed. It was then that I realized that my gut instinct was right; Hermione was in love with Red and he had completely crushed her.

Her eyes met mine for a quarter of a second before she turned and ran out of the room. Harry must have saw her too because he made a move to follow her out. I put my hand to his chest to stop him. "No, I'll go."

"I'll go with you-"

"Um, no Harry. Your jealousy issues are probably not the best thing for her right now," I said with a little smart ass tone to it before turned around and exiting the common room.

Cool air rushed past me as I stepped over the portrait thresh hold. I looked up and down the dark corridor and there was no sight of Hermione. I took a deep breath to calm myself from my little argument with Harry and tried to listen for her.

A couple seconds later I heard the sound of quiet sobs coming from my left. I followed the sounds until I came to an old abandoned class room. I slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Peaking my head into the room, I saw, strangely, paper birds flying high above the ground, dancing and floating in the air like small ballerinas. She was practicing her charms to take her mind off of things, I knew.

I looked from the ceiling down to see Hermione standing close to a window, the only source of light in the entire room. She slowly turned to look at me and wiped the tears from her face as quickly as she could. "Hey bud. How ya feeling?" I asked gently.

She smiled a little which only made the tears come to her eyes even more. "Miserable." She informed.

I took a few steps until I was standing next to my best friend. "In that case would you like some company?" I asked with a little smirk.

Hermione stared at me for a second and shook her head. "That wasn't funny."

I chuckled a little. "Damn."

Suddenly, the door made a creaking sound. Hermione and I turned to see Ron coming through with Lavender jumping perkily behind him. I snorted once at the overly dramatic, peppy girl. What a door knob.

"Oops, looks like we will have to find another room." She said before turning and walking out the door in search for a better make out spot.

Red watched her until she was out of sight then turned back to Hermione and me. He squinted a little like he was trying to see something through the darkened room. "Hermione? Are you...crying?"

The girl next to me suddenly became furious and with a simply flick of her wand the gentle birds that were flying above our heads began to dive bomb Ron like suicidal maniacs. The boy had to duck and dodge all of them as he fled the room in hopes of keeping himself from harm. According to my 'blood radar' Ron did get cut up slightly thanks to paper cuts from the birds.

I held my breath a few seconds after he left to keep my self in check around the blood. Thankfully, I wasn't attracted to Ron's blood in the way I was to Harry's.

Sobs erupted from next to me and I turned to see that Hermione had collapsed against the wall with the window and buried her head in her hands. I quickly went to sit beside her and linked my arm with hers.

I just sat there and let her cry it out; that's what I would have wanted. Sometimes the only thing you can do to feel better is cry and I thought that was what Hermione needed right now. A few moments passed until Hermione broke the silence between us. "Allie, what does it feel like to have a broken heart?" She asked me through the sobs.

I thought about her question and felt the veil of tears come into my eyes as well. I remembered how broken hearted my family made me feel when they died, I remembered how Jake had hurt me when he lied and how it feels to be away from my best friend and the guy I was imprinted with now, I felt the pain from when Cedric died rushing back to me, I felt the pain from the times Harry had hurt me, and above all I felt Draco's pain and let me tell ya; all of this pain together made a huge broken heart and it hurt like hell.

"Kinda like this, Hermione. Kinda like this," I soon began to sob and cry uncontrollably with her.

So we cried and cried and cried some more without interruption from anyone for what seemed like hours. The door opened a little later to revel a boy with jet black hair peaking in. Harry saw the two of us sitting on the floor and without a word of comfort or mockery walked over to us. He sat down silently between Hermione and I and wrapped an arm around each of us tightly. Harry held us as we cried into his chest and on his shirt until he was soaking wet and we were both out of tears and could not cry anymore.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I think this one is pretty okay. lol. Next chapter is Slughorn's Christmas Party. By the way, if you haven't seen New Moon yet you've gotta do it. It's a million times better than Twilight even though Edward isn't in it that much...Thanks for reading! =]