Chapter 17.
It had Ended.
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Just a shorty!
Draco's head ached. His brain in his head ached. The brain cells in his brain ached. The neurones ached. Against all rationality, the very atoms that made up his head ached. He was sitting in the Slytherin common room, in the dark. The fire was out, as were the torches that were placed around the room. It was four in the morning. Draco couldn't sleep.
It had ended.
