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Note: Okay, this is the last chapter for the time being.

Not Good

"This is Tammie and Melinda, they're both good friends of our twins" Mrs. Weasley was saying gesturing first to me than Melinda.

"Hi" I said excitedly jumping up to shake the strange looking women's hand. She raised an eyebrow but shook my hand anyway. The first thing I noticed was that she was tall, taller than her husband and both Fred and George. She looked modest, her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, her sleek black robes laying perfectly well on her apparently average figure.

"Malfoy?" she asked looking me up and down as if trying to figure out why a girl like me would be in a house like this. I nodded, giving her my best grin.

"Dating that one" I said pointing at Fred who saluted to the women.

"Well" she said touching her hair like Mrs. Malfoy did. "Then you are her" she, her voice filled with interest.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, though I had an idea who was she was talking about.

"Draco's cousin" the man beside the women said. I wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't spoken up. He was short, about the same height as Melinda, but Melinda was about a quarter of the size of him. I scanned his face twice, at least now I knew who they were, Sam's features practically mirrored that of her dad's.

"Oh, that. Yeah, that's me" I said casually dropping all my excitement.

"Maybe you can tell us why you let this get so out of hand?" the mother exclaimed, her husband reaching out to grab her arm. I stepped back, my words catching as I looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Sage! Not in front of them, they're only kids" she hissed running over and grabbing Sage's other arm. "Please, we've discussed this as much as we could, let's just wait and see what happens" Mrs. Weasley said helping Sage's husband walk Sage to the door. "Arthur," Mrs. Weasley said looking over at her husband who was rocking back on his knees, still looking off color.

"Boys, c'mon, you better get going back too" Mr. Weasley said nodding to Charlie and Bill. "Percy, I—" he cut off as Percy moved pushed pass his brothers and quickly hurried up the steps to his old room. Mr. Weasley stared up the stairs for another moment, shook his head and then followed his oldest two sons out behind Mrs. Weasley and Sam's parents.

"What happened?" Ron said even before the door was fully closed. I looked at Fred and George, plopping down as I looked at their faces; they each wore identical expressions.

"Please tell me Sam is okay…" I whispered.

"What happened?" Ron asked again. I glared at him, tempted to throe the nearby empty can at his head but Melinda, who must have sensed my annoyance only shook her head as she looked at the twins who were now standing in front of us.

"All they really know is that she made it home and was covered in blood, she passed out and was taken to St. Mungos right away" George explained.

"Where was she? I thought she was with Percy?" Hermione asked, her voice as to not arise Percy.

"She went to see her girlfriend—they were still dating—but she got intercepted and then, well, she got attacked" George continued shaking his head slightly. I shook my head too, my face still buried in my hands. "Only, well, someone saw her with someone else." I only looked up because I didn't like the tone in George's voice.

"Who?" Ginny asked. It was another moment before either twin spoke, George shuffled around on his feet while Fred looked everywhere else except at me. "Matt" George finally said in a low voice.

"Yeah, so?" I asked before I could stop myself. As if prepared from my instant defensive reaction Fred let out a sigh before speaking.

"Listen, we're not jumping to any conclusion, we just think it's strange he's either there before or after any attack" Fred said, his voice completely even.

"So know you think he killed Abby?" I shot, the words bubbling out.

"Tammie…" Fred said, his voice still rehearsed.

"I don't think he's had any involvement either" Melinda said. This time Fred jerked his head toward her, clearly he wasn't prepared for her disagree. "We know he didn't hurt Abby, I truly don't believe he hurt Sam" she said.

"Yeah" I replied to which he only replied with a grumble.

"He had no reason to attack Sam" she continued looking at Fred who just rolled his eyes.

"There's always the obvious reason" Ron said. I raised my eyebrow at him, daring him speak. Stupidly, he did. "Not that it happened, but say you and Matt had a thing—I'm not saying you did! Just say you did, or he wanted to, he'd just go after Sam for telling Fred" Ron explained, his face red as he looked around uncomfortable. Before I should say anything both Melinda and Hermione were shaking their heads, which made me forget any thought I had.

"That's stupid Ron" Hermione said as if it were that simple. I wanted to nod and agree but that the fact that we were defending Matt was more perplexing. "Matt knows better" she added, then looked at Fred. "He knows better, he wouldn't do that" she said to him. I looked from Hermione to Fred and then back at Hermione, the unspoken conversation between them hitting me like a brick.

"I'm going to go for a walk, when any of you decide it's time to let me on the big joke just let me know" I said angrily, not even bothering to tighten my jacket as I marched outside. Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were still outside talking by the fence so I went around, just missing their eyes as I grabbed a broom. Nothing cleared my mind like a good fly. I started to reach for my Firebolt but hovered my hand over Fred's broom. Smiling I grabbed it and ran behind the shed to quickly take off as I secretly thought how he might freak off if he thought someone stole his broom.

Getting to the Malfoy's took much longer than I intended, mainly because I had gotten lost three times and at one point I had to slow down to a snail's pace because the wind was hitting my face and hands too hard. I started to worry about freezing to death, but before the thought could get too far I saw the tip of the manor's roof. I smiled as lowered myself down; even if this was the first place everyone would think to look for me it would be the last place they'd willing come to get me. I walked over the gates, touching the correct bars as the gates creaked opened and made my way down the path to the doors knocking twice before I heard footsteps from inside.

"Tammie?" Draco asked as he poked his head out.

"No, I'm Merlin under the Polyjuice potion" I said sarcastically pushing the door further open. "Are your parents here?" I asked.

"No, they went out for a few hours" he said as he went back and settled on the couch.

"How long is a few hours?" I asked plopping down across from him.

"I don't know, probably not til later tonight" he said rearranging the pillows. I nodded and leaned back, noticing the large space in the corner of the room.

"Is that where you're putting the tree?" I asked. He nodded but didn't say much else. Instead he fidgeted. "What?" I asked watching him do it again.

"Nothing" he replied quickly. I stared at him.

"Draco, I've already been lied to by my friends, please don't you start" I said feeling the sensation of a headache coming on.

"You lied to me" he replied just as quick, but not nearly as accusingly.

"This is different" I shot back. As he expected he just snorted and shook his head, looking away. "Draco…" I started but he shook his head again.

"It's not like I matter right? I was a jerk, I messed things up, lying to me is for my own good, right?" he said disappointedly, still shaking his head.

"You already hurt her once, I just didn't wanna see you do it again, and besides, it's not like any of us wanted her to leave. I mean, do you really think I would pass anything if I didn't have her help? It's not just about you Draco" I said trying to make my voice as soft as I could.

"And you think you don't hurt people?" he asked.

"I know I do, I hurt Fred a thousand times last year and I hurt you, constantly, I still am, and I've made Melinda feel awful when I conned her into coming back" I explained. "And George when he found out about Houston" I shrugged. "People hurt people; Melinda has hurt people too. The difference between us and you Draco is that we do it because we're trying to help. You did for really selfish reasons" I said.

"I didn't want her to die, I didn't want you to die, how is that selfish?" he shot back, his voice rising.

"Think of all the innocent people Burnner plans on using to get to us. Think of the victims, more children, more mind control. All because you specifically wanted to make sure we didn't get hurt, you felt like it was your job. Everyone else was there too Draco, you weren't the only one could protect us. There was nothing for you to prove" I said as I tried to hold back the yelling.

"I had to prove that I loved her, that I would do anything for her" he said.

"She knew that already! She knew you would take the risk and that's why she took it instead. She made me take it without even telling me and I let her because we knew what you'd do. And we knew if you didn't everyone else would get hurt. But then you ruined it" I explained shaking my head again. Draco got up and paced around the room, clenching and clenching his fist and moving his jaw as his eyes remained fixed on the floor.

"Why are you here?" he finally asked, his voice low.

"Percy's girlfriend got hurt and Fred thinks Matt was involved but Melinda and Hermione don't but no one wants to tell me why" I told him as I folded my hands in my lap. He stopped pacing, looking over at me, his face washed of any traces of our previous conversation.

"It wasn't him, he's not stupid," Draco said as he started pacing again, but much slower.

"How do you know?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. "Someone said they saw them talking" I said as he stopped pacing again, but just shook his head. "Draco," I asked giving him a look of pleading.

"I was there, but I came over here after, the Malfoys said I could stay the night" Matt said from the kitchen doorway. I nearly jump off the couch in surprise, but then a fair amount of anger filled me.

"Where you standing there the whole time?" I asked accusingly.

"No, I was upstairs packing, but, I thought I heard your voice but shrugged it off and then came down when I was positive I heard your voice" he explained walking into the living room, offering us juice.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, suddenly feeling tired.

"Hanging out, sleeping, getting things off my mind" he said setting the cups down. "How are Sam's parents? How's Percy?" he asked, his voice not quiet reaching the level of concern I expected.

"Wonderful, you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Tammie" he said, a little edge to his voice.

"What do you want me to say Matt, hmm? Because honestly if someone doesn't start telling me the truth I'm going to completely lose it" I shouted waving my arms around.

"It wasn't me" Matt said calmly, not even paying attention to my still flaring arms. "Courtney did it" he added, my arms quickly falling to my lap.

"What?" I hissed looking over at Draco who just turned his head.

"She didn't know any better" Matt replied almost automatically.

"Matt, she attacked and then killed Abby, I think it's safe to assume she knew exactly what she was doing" I said through my anger.

"Sam was a bitch" Matt said frankly.

"And your sister isn't?" I asked sarcastically but Matt only snorted.

"I know she is, but, she wanted to help me, she was just looking out for me" he said shaking his head as he looked down at his hands.

"Why?" I asked then waved it off, already knowing I wasn't going to get an answer. "Doesn't she know there are better ways to protect people?" I asked instead but he just continued looking down. "I get it, I do, she's your sister, she was doing what she thought was best, but, Sam wasn't a threat" I whispered trying to get Matt's attention. "Why did Courtney attack Sam? What did she do?" I asked, already regretting my question as Matt finally looked up at me.

"I feel bad about her parents finding out, but, I don't feel bad about what happened to her" he said as a sharp sensation shot through my body.

"Is that how you felt about Abby?" I asked as I stood up.

"No, of course not, Abby didn't deserve that—"

"And Sam does?" I hissed moving backwards, my leg hitting a chair. A few minutes passed as Matt stared at the floor. He looked dangerously exotic again, but also just so helpless. I couldn't explain it, but something about him, something about his situation made me sad, made me want to help him, to go to him. More importantly, I wanted to stop fighting with him. If we got along better he'd stop talking to Courtney and therefore Courtney wouldn't continue whatever she was doing. "Matt…" I said gently when I was show he looked okay, normal. "What's happening to you?" I asked, my voice shaking. My voice hadn't quite reached pity or shame for him, but I felt the pain, he was hurting.

"I'm sorry" Matt said walking over and wrapping his arms around me before I could tell him no, but then again, I didn't want to, if he was unstable and he needed friends, I would be there for him