Whew, chapter 2! I see that no one has reviewed, but that doesn't surprise me much. This is actually turning out ot be longer than I originally expected, back like, 3 years ago or whenever. Oh well, I'm having some fun. There will be another chapter, if any of you care. Please review if you stop to read, I can always use advice.

Movement outside the window had snapped him from his daydreaming. He wasn't here to dwell on past events, he was here to keep watch. Of course, there were others doing the same thing, and he could see them from his window, patrolling the grounds. The school term may have been over, but Hogwarts was still occupied by those that didn't feel safe in their homes.

Why they would want to stay here was beyond him. It practically screamed to Voldemort 'Attack me' because it was an important location. And if everyone stayed in the same place, He could wipe out that many more people in less time. However, it would be one major ambush to take this place.

When he heard the trapdoor open, he turned, wand ready, to his visitor. It didn't improve his mood when he saw the red hair first. Ron immerged from the door, followed closely by Harry. Two of my favourite people, he thought sarcastically.

'What do you want,' he said to them, wand still up. 'I'm not in a social mood right now, so I would prefer it if you just left.'

Ron chuckled at him. 'If you attack us, Malfoy, you'd blow your cover, so how about you put that silly wand down,' he said to Draco.

'And you're outnumbered anyway,' Harry added. 'I doubt daddy dearest taught you how to fight like a real man, instead of having those sidekicks of yours do everything for you.'

He made to jump at Harry, but it seemed Ron knew his motives before he had moved a second step. He was hit with a disarming spell, leaving him slightly winded from being hit at such a close distance, and wandless as he saw it get snatched up by Harry.

'Now now, Malfoy,' Ron said. 'Dumbledore may believe you now, but I doubt he would if Harry ended up dead.'

'He probably wouldn't be too happy if you killed, even if it was accidentally, one of his newest informants and foot soldiers,' Draco said in a slightly enraged voice. 'So be careful where you point that thing, Weasley, you could have knocked me right out the window.'

'I'm sure your death would be just horrible for everyone,' said Harry, 'because you know how much everyone really likes you, Malfoy.'

"You know what, Potter? I don't care. You don't know me, hardly anyone does, yet you all hate me. Non of you care how I feel, or how you hurt me. It's all fun to you. 'Let's go pick on Malfoy, 'cause he's a spoiled brat, and his father is a Death Eater. Won't that be fun.' And it is a whole lot of bloody fun, for you! Take a walk in my field, spend a day in my shoes before you decide you know everything about me, and what I'm really like.'

Ron looked over at Harry and shrugged, not knowing what to say. A small 'Oh' escaped him as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a marble that was orange and glowing. He smiled. 'Come on, Harry, Dumbledore wants us.'

Harry threw him his wand back, and lead the way down the trapdoor as he and Ron left him alone in his tower. Alone is how he liked to be. He didn't break down in front of people when he was alone.

In frustration, he punched the wall behind him. He cursed at the pain it caused, but he deserved it. They had been tempting him to lose it, so they could have a reason to get rid of him, and he had fallen into their trap. All he needed now was for them to tell Dumbledore that he had lunged at Harry and he would be packing before he knew it. But I don't have anything, he thought, so I'd be out of here that much faster.

With his back against the wall, he slid down to the floor. With his head in his hands, he muttered to himself, frustrated that he had been so stupid. He didn't even notice the new arrival come through the trap door.