Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war.

Evie POV

"So this guy.. Voldemort? He killed a lot of people?"

Theo nodded, once.

"And now he's dead?"

Pansy nodded, then.

"And you helped him?"

Draco winced, fractionally.

"And because of missing the year, you have to redo your seventh year now?"

Pansy nodded, once more, and added, "As are you."

The air within the compartment felt a lot heavier than it had a few moments ago, and I really didn't have much else to say. I didn't want to ask Draco or Blaise, who during the course of the conversation had drew away from me, bit by bit, until they weren't even touching me, but I felt like it was pertinent.

I had been living with them, all of them, for the last month and they hadn't said anything to me.

Were they trying to trick me into falling for them before they told me about their past discretions? Had they planned it this way? Why hadn't they told me something? Anything would have been better than this.

Not being able to stand the tension, I tried to break it by asking Draco, "So you weren't going to tell me?"

He winced, and replied, austerely, "No."

I felt my eyes widen of their own accord at the intensity of his simple word, and my heart clenched uncomfortably in my chest. Unable to hold my tongue, I asked, hurt, "Is that all you're going to say?"

He didn't even look at me, he simply stared out of the window, watching the scenery as it passed and I felt a deep sigh sound off from my right. Glancing at Blaise, who's face held a tightness I wasn't used to seeing on him, was glaring holes in the table in front of us, and I silently begged him for answers. I could see that it was physically paining him to not tell me what he had to, but the fact remained.

He didn't tell me anything either.

Obviously I wasn't getting anywhere with these two, so I turned towards Theodore, and enquired, "Tell me the rest," firmly, leaving no room for questioning.

He sighed, and answered, "The War affected everyone; especially the muggleborns and the mudbloods."

I thought the term was a little overboard, I mean, I was raised as a muggleborn.

His face took on a deep scorn, as he growled, "Voldemort hated muggleborns because he was one. His father was one of those rich muggles, and his mother was infatuated with him. He didn't feel the same, and because she used a love potion to get his attentions, Voldemort was incapable of loving anyone. He was born without the capability of compassion, love, care or subtlety. He used fear to get his own way, and a lot of people died."

I asked, curiously, while leaning forward, or maybe I was moving away from my mates embraces. Honestly, I couldn't tell you, "So.. What was the goal? I mean.. there had to be an outcome that he was searching for?"

He nodded, gravely, and responded, "He wanted to 'cleanse' the Wizarding world. In his eyes, it was filled with people undeserving of magic, and because the Ministry wouldn't remove them, he would do it instead."

I frowned, softly, and said, "So he would just get rid of everyone who was born in the muggle world? Surely the Ministry-"

"No.. they were too afraid of him and his rally of Death Eaters."

My brow quirked, slightly, "Death Eaters?"

"A group of likeminded witches and wizards."

Draco whined low in his throat, almost absentmindedly, like he didn't realise he did so. I asked, truly inquisitive, "How did he die?"

His expression grew wistful, and he answered, sardonically, "The Boy Wonder, of course."

He chuckled at the obvious confusion written all over my face, and he elaborated, "Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. One third of the Golden Trio. Basically, an all around boy-scout, who fucked over the craziest wizard of our time."

Blaise chipped in then, with a quiet, "He was one of the three we met earlier. The quiet dark-haired one."

My mouth fell into a small 'o'-shape, and I turned back to Theo, and asked, "So.. I'm guessing from the hate-stares we were on the receiving end of earlier was down to you guys helping the crazy guy out, right?"

Blaise tsked, slightly, and amended, "No, that's not the whole truth, honestly," and as I turned to him, a little, he continued, grimly, "We didn't 'help' him out. Draco took the mark for Theo, my family was neutral and the Parkinson's' left Europe before the War began, as they predicted its occurrence."

Blinking, slowly, I asked a still-frozen, zoned out Draco, "You mean your tattoo actually isn't a tattoo?"

Slowly, he shook his head, and I hefted out a heavy breath of air, and asked, sadly, "Was there anything you didn't lie to me about?"

He winced, and I felt Blaise lay a calming hand on my shoulder, but honestly, I wasn't having it at all. I shook it off, immediately, and I heard him hiss in displeasure, but I wasn't paying him any attention. Draco was answering my questions, and he was doing it now, otherwise there would be hell to pay.

"Talk to me, Draco, for God's sake!"

He blinked up at me, his expression pained, and his jaw clenched, his jaw line tensing, sinfully, but I couldn't let myself get distracted. Shaking my head of my thoughts, I glared, strongly, right into his eyes, and I bit out, "I'm asking you to be honest.. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Why did you lie to me?!"

He still wasn't fucking answering, and I was close to losing it. How could he just sit there? He looked like he was stuck on pause, and I didn't see why he couldn't just give me a yes or no answer, it wasn't fucking rocket science!

Out of nowhere, I felt my gums tingle in response, and my eyes tingle as my pupils unfocused and refined as my sight began getting more and more enhanced, and I knew that I needed to leave.

Sighing, I spat out, overtly angry at the situation panning out in front of me, "Fine. Whatever. Do what you like, but right now," I nudged Blaise out of the way, "I cant be in here. I'm going to the bathroom."

Then I drew myself up, nodding, curtly at Theo and Pansy, who sat wide-eyed and obviously out of their comfort zones, and went to leave the compartment. Blaise shot up then, and grasped the crook of my elbow, and said, firmly, "Don't, come here, let's just talk it out, il mio amore."

His tone alone nearly crumpled my resolve, however the stony silence I was met with from Draco set me in motion. I shrugged off his calming, warm hand, and said, "I'll be back in a bit.. I just need to cool off, I guess."

Pansy stood, then, and said, cheerily, "I'll come with," and at my withering stare, she amended, "You don't know where the bathrooms are, do you?"

Realising she had me stuck between a rock and a hard place, I sighed, and said, "Come on," and turned my back on the three men still sitting in the compartment, followed by an ever-so-cheery Pansy, and a flaming anger welling in my chest so intensely that I thought my torso would burst aflame.

-0-

"You know he didn't mean to let you walk away like that?," Pansy asked, almost absentmindedly, from her spot standing in front of the mirror, checking her already lovely reflection. I glanced down at her - I say 'down' because I was sitting on the marble tabletop in between two circular sinks, pressed against the cool, clean mirror - and asked, dejectedly, "Why wouldn't I think that? Obviously he doesn't trust me."

She looked at me out of her peripherals, and growled, entirely humanly, "Be quiet, Missy! He panicked."

Pursing my lips, disbelievingly, I replied, smartly, "Of course. I'm sure he panicked enough for the last month while he was lying to me."

She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, her almond shaped eyes glinting mischievously, and asked, "You've been at the Manor for the last month?"

Nodding, distractedly, I answered, "Yeah.. Why?"

"Nothing, no reason."

Glaring, playfully, at her, I pushed, persistently, "Come on! What is it?"

She made a love-struck face, and said, "Theo only just invited me over to his Manor in Germany this past Summer, and we have been together since we were children."

My brows furrowed, immediately, and she elaborated, "I mean.. With us pure-bloods, we are 'promised' to other pure-bloods when we are children, to keep our blood pure and clean."

"Don't you get a.. choice in it?"

She shook her head, like it didn't bother her at all, and said, "I fell for Theodore.. I'm one of the lucky ones, so it doesn't perturb me in the slightest, but there have been other girls who.. aren't so fortunate, I suppose."

I took a moment to pray for those girls, before replying, "What's all the hubbub around going to each other's Manors?"

She shrugged, briefly, and answered, "Its almost like sealing the deal. The length of your stay determines the intensity of the love shared between you."

"How long were you at Theo's?"

"Ever since the War ended. As soon as it did, we came home, and, honestly, I damned the consequences and came running to him. He was a little worried that I had moved on over the months that we were apart," she scoffed, slightly, as if the idea disgusted her beyond belief, "Of course I couldn't do that. I've been in love with him since I was six, what would a few months away do for my feelings?"

Her words took a saddened tone as she stated, "My parents didn't want me to be with him, though. They were frightened over the backlash of the Dark Lord's reign would have on our lives, especially if I were to be married into an obviously 'dark' family, but I didn't care. I wanted Theo, and like everything else I want, I got," and flipped her hair over her right shoulder.

I laughed, into my palm, and she grinned at me, delighted that I was smiling again.

"You see.. Theo wants to be the best man that he can be for me, and the thought of his time with Voldemort fills him with unbearable amounts of shame," she prompted, slyly, "Maybe Draco feels the same?"

Scoffing, I answered, without a pause, "No. Draco is too self-confident for that. I wouldn't even be all that mad at him, because I know him.. Or I thought I did anyway. Of course it would change my view of this world, but nothing could sway how deeply I feel for him. I just couldn't change that."

Her smile widened at my words, and I felt my cheeks brighten with a blush that wasn't my own. She asked, dubiously, "Have you told him that?"

Looking at the floor in shame, I mumbled, "No.. I couldn't say that! It's embarrassing."

She rolled her eyes, and grabbed my hand, pulling me off of the sideboard, and assured me, filled with certainty, "It wont be when you see his face," and left me no room for disputing her statement.

She smirked at me, once, before stating, "Let's go back to the trolley.. They've probably sweated it out a little now, huh?"

With an equally cheeky smile, I nodded, and said, "Let's," trailing behind her with nothing but glee filling in my form, quelling the depression that had threatened to destroy me nearly twenty minutes ago when I had first left the compartment.