I felt the words ready to splurt out of me.

I used all my strength I had left to hold my response.

"ANSWER!" Draco yelled as he slammed the potion against the wall.

Talk about anger management.

I felt it.

The words were ready to come out.

Holding them in was like holding a volcano down from irrupting.

Then I felt a cold numbness fill my chest.

The potion was disappearing.

".NO!" I screamed holding my head from the rush.

I could feel his eyes looking over me before he spoke.

"Leave." He said turning away.

My eyes narrowed at him in disgust. Who the hell did he think he was?

I spit on his desk and slammed the door on my way out, and then was grabbed by two deatheaters.

At this point I was in full anger. What had happened to him? What had happened to Draco that made him so cruel? So heartless?

Then it hit me.

It was me.

I was the one who brought his eyes into the dark wells.

It was me.

I gave him an iron heart instead of his warm one.

I let the deatheaters drag me.

I felt so horrible. So cruel. So heartless.

Wait, do I hear an echo?

I'm just like Draco aren't I?

Just as mean...Just as cruel. But I don't show it the way he does.

My thoughts broke when the whole castle shook. At first I thought it was an earthquake, but I knew better. This was no earthquake.

The deatheaters quickly let go of me and started running towards Draco's office. I stood there a little stunned, but realized it was my chance to escape. I started running down stairs when something pricked me. Not physically; mentally.

Something was wrong.

Something was happening.

I followed my gut and ran towards Draco's office, hoping for my life that this was the right decision and I wasn't throwing my life away.

I quickly retraced my route back to Draco's office but was cut off my journey.

A deatheater ran into me and I fell down and hit my head.

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I opened my eyes to a quiet and still castle. Everything was dark. No sound could be heard. I rubbed my head as I stood up and looked around.

An eerie aura surrounded the presence around me and I cautiously continued my trail to Draco's office.

I heard talking from Draco's office, though I was too far away to know who it belonged to.

I walked closer and saw a light in the room. I crept up towards it and looked through the tiny crack in the door.

I gasped at what I saw.

On the floor was the entire lot of deatheaters, and in the middle of this stood Draco in the middle of a circle of Aurors. Out of the circle, a man with black hair walked towards Draco, wand in hand and ready to cast a curse.

It soon came to me that the dark haired man was none other then Harry Potter, the leader of the Aurors. I put two and two together, and, realized that if I didn't do something fast, Draco was going to die.

But why did I care?

Isn't this a good thing?

He's going to die, no more Draco!

Why?

Because... I do love that stupid git.

Why, after all these freakin' years?

Why do I still care for him?

He tortured me. Captured me. Was going to kill me.

Yet I still love him.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I came back to reality and realized that I didn't have time to bicker with myself; I had to save him.

I was about to leap out of my hiding place when someone opened the door, grabbed my shoulder, and rammed me against the wall.

I felt something crack as I fell from the wall and onto the floor.

"Stop! She's not a deatheater!" I heard someone yell and run towards me.

"Ron, you git! She's on the Quidditch team, can't you see that?" Someone yelled.

Ron always was a little on the stupid side...BUT IS HE THAT FUCKING STUPID TO NOTICE IF SOMEONE IS WEARING BLACK ROBES COMPARED WITH RED ONES?!

I took whose ever hand was given to me and tried to get up.

"OWW! Shit!" I yelled as I felt my shoulder scream with pain and agony. It felt like every bone in my shoulder had crumbled.

"What should we do with her, Mr. Potter?" An Auror asked.

"Fix her shoulder. I'll bring Malfoy, here, down to the executing room." Harry answered, looking sternly at Malfoy. I wouldn't blame him. Malfoy did kill his best friend, Hermione.

But, I didn't want Malfoy to die.

Sure, he deserves it.

But think about it, what if the person you loved the most was going to be killed?

Would you let them kill him?

I felt one of the Auror's wands on my shoulder and sensed my bones slowly come back together. I rolled my shoulder around and looked over at Draco. An Auror took me by the arm and started to take me outside, in which I took, what I feared, would be my last glance at Draco.

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