HERMIONE'S POV

"What the hell Malfoy!" Ron lunged for Malfoy as I jumped in between the two of them, pushing Ron back. I turned to face Draco who had walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

"Get out Ron."

"What?"

"I said GET OUT!" I turned around quickly making sure he saw by my expression, he hesitantly walked out of the room slamming the door behind him. "What the hell was that for?" I turned back to Draco, marching towards him.

"He was out of line, plus he deserved it."

"I had it under control."

"Oh really Hermione?" He stood up and walked towards me. "It didn't look like it from where I was stood." He had his arms crossed, stopping a few inches before me. I turned my back to him as I walked back over to the window. We stood in silence for a minute or two; I spun around as I heard the door handle moving. Ron came back into the room; he had obviously been waiting outside so that he could make a move, he was charging at Draco. I ran across the room jumping in front of Draco, Ron hit me hard.


"I didn't mean to..."

"Well you did Weasley!"

"Draco, shut up would you."

"Everyone out except Ginny, Harry... and Draco."

"What! Why not me."

"You're the one who hit her Ron, I think she'll love you being here when she wakes up."

"Fine." I could hear the slam of a door behind him.

"I know what Harry feels like now." I slowly opened my eyes trying to sit up.

"Stay down my dear." Molly placed her hand on my shoulder as she lightly pushed me down. I could hear Harry laughing from the corner of the room.

"I've done it a lot more than you Moine." I looked over to him and smiled delicately to him, Ginny was sat on her bed writing something down on parchment. I quickly turned my head in search of Draco, I looked at him for a moment and then jolted up wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered into my ear as I cried on his shoulder.

"No, I'm sorry."

"Hermione," He pulled away looking me in the eyes. "I think it's time I told you all the truth."


DRACO'S POV

I felt out of place at the burrow more than ever now that Potter and Weasley were here. I was stood in the door way of the living room looking out at the sea of red hair, except 3. I looked down at the floor as I started to speak. "I knew the whole time, I um knew what they had planned every year." I looked up to see that every one of them had a confused look on their face. "I tried to help you as much as I could, like the second year I knew about the chamber and the snake so at Flourish and Blotts I ripped a page out of a book and placed it in one I knew Hermione would read at some point. And I told Dobby to go to you in the muggle world to see if he could cause you some trouble so that you couldn't come back. Then fourth year I thought if I pissed you off enough-" I looked directly at Harry as I spoke. "you would insist on dropping out or something, I created the badges and spoke to Rita Skeeter because I thought you'd drop out cause you didn't want the glory." I looked back down at the floor. "Sixth year I made it obvious that he was trying to recruit me and then when you were captured, I 'couldn't be sure' and in the battle. Even my mother helped you. And I did it all for one reason." I looked up at Hermione who had a small smile on her face.

"What was the reason?... If you don't mind me asking." I looked over to Ginny who had a small smile as well.

"Oh um..." I rubbed my neck nervously, I looked back at Hermione and then the floor. "I never cared about blood status, I only acted that way because my father had spies all over the school. I did it because I've always liked Hermione and I didn't want her to get hurt." There was a moments silence as they all digested the news.

"You put the Basilisk notes in the book?" Hermione looked confused as she spoke to me, I nodded my head slowly.

"It was a bad idea me coming here, I'll go pack my bags and head to the manor." I turned my back to them all and started to walk away. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck, I was about to shake them off as the owner whispered to me.

"Thank you Draco." It was Ginny, she let go and I turned back around to face her.

"What for?" I asked looking down on her as her eyes filled up with tears.

"I would have died in that chamber if it wasn't for you," She hugged me again.

"So you were a twat for five years so that you dad would think you were on his side and then one year so that I wouldn't die?"

"Uh yeah, I always tried to help you like in fifth year I gave you clues about what my father knew, well that stuff he'd told me anyways."

"I guess thanks are in order, but why did you care if I died if Moine was your reason for doing it?"

"Because I didn't want her to lose her best friends." I felt a weight off my chest telling them all these things, I had the feeling that I'd be more welcome now that I'd proved I wasn't just being a twat for the sake of it.

"You didn't stop your aunt form scaring Hermione though did you?" Ron's voice was bitter as he spoke.

"What?" I looked at Ron then Hermione and so forth- Hermione rubbed her left arm loosely.

"When Bellatrix wrote that awful word on her arm."

"Hermione?"

"He wasn't the room, he came in afterwards. He didn't see my arm." Hermione was crying now.

"Don't go Draco," Ginny looked up at me with wide eyes. "please stay." I smiled down at her and moved my head so that I could whisper into her ear.

"You need to talk to Harry." I pulled my head back up, still looking down at Ginny who was nodding in response.

"I know, I know." She smiled faintly and spun back around to face her family. "Harry can we talk?"