Chapter 6: "More victims"

Ginny went up to her room happier than she had ever been. When she entered the room, she found Hermione crying and Draco patting her in the back... the scene was truly bizarre... Draco trying to make Hermione feel better.

"What happened?" Ginny asked.

"It's Victor..." Hermione began.

"What happens with him?"

"He was... he was..." Hermione began (again... ¬¬).

"He was killed by Voldemort, and my parents were killed too." Draco answered, and Ginny noticed he had his eyes full of tears. Even though Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had not been the best parents in the world, they had been his parents, but he was not going to cry. He had to show everybody how strong he was, he had to.

"How did that happen?"

"Well, Voldemort wasn't happy at all with my father, you already know that. He had to be clean, so he killed my mother too. About Victor, a Death Eater in Bulgaria killed him. There are a great number of Voldemort followers in Bulgaria. He was killed in the middle of a Quidditch game, so everybody could see how he fell from 30 metres." He told Ginny.

"And how did you know?" Ginny asked Hermione.

"Ron and Luna had gone to the kitchen because they were thirsty, and then came back with Lupin and Sirius, who told us what had happened."

"Where are Ron and Luna now?" Ginny asked.

"Well, Weasley had a panic attack and that Loony took him to the kitchen. Your mother is with them." Draco answered.

"Are you going to be all right?" She asked Hermione.

"I won't be able to sleep, that's for sure."

"Ok, why don't we go with Harry, he has to know." Ginny said.

"I'll stay here for a minute." Draco said.

"Ok." They said together.

When the two girls had left the room, Draco threw himself on a bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Why me? Why is this happening to me? Not now, please not now!" He shouted, and got up and punched the wall.

Suddenly, the door opened and Dumbledore was standing in front of Draco, looking at him.

"Is there something I can do for you, Draco?"

"Yes, professor, get me a new life." He said, not looking at Dumbledore.

"You know you'll have it when all this ends. Now you have one more reason to help us destroy Voldemort. He will pay for everything he's done to us."

"Are we going to kill him?"

"Oh, no! There are things worse than death. I think they are waiting for you."

"Who?"

"Harry, Ron, and the girls have accepted you as a part of their group; they are beginning to like you, Draco. Well, Mr. Weasley wasn't most pleased, but you'll manage to stand each other eventually."

"Are we ever going to be able to bring her back?" Draco said and Dumbledore knew that by 'her' he meant his mother.

"I don't think so, Draco. Magic can't bring people back, but we can vanquish Voldemort and make him feel the pain you're feeling right now. Trust me, Draco; there are things much worse than death." Dumbledore said and he left the room.

Draco went to the room he shared with Harry and Ron and knocked the door.

"Come in!" He heard Harry say.

He was surprised to see that everyone in the room was waiting for him. Harry and Ginny were sitting together in Harry's bed, Luna was sitting in the floor, staring at the ceiling, and Ron and Hermione were both sitting in Ron's bed. Ron was hugging her.

"What? Why are you all staring at me?" He asked.

"Well, Gin told us your parents died. It's surprising that you're not upset." Harry said.

"I am, but I won't play muggle therapist with you, Potter." He snapped.

"Of course not, we're just trying to make you feel welcome." Harry said. "You are one of ours now; we should get along, right?"

"I'm sorry; I guess I can handle it. They weren't the best parents, you know?" Draco said and tried to smile, but a tear almost escaped his eyes. He managed to hide it by pretending to scratch his eye.

They were all surprised that Draco had said I'm sorry...

"But still, Draco, they were your parents. They loved you and you loved them, in very weird way, but you have to feel sad. You are not soulless, we both know that." Hermione said.

"You care about it, Draco, you really do. You care so much you feel like going out and kill Voldemort with your own bare hands." Luna suddenly said. Everyone remained silent after that comment.

Then Draco spoke. "You are right, you know? I'm going to go and look for him, so I can get myself killed too. God... you really are a freak! Weasley, it hurts me to say so, but you were right, she is weird... If you don't mind, I have to sleep."

"Yeah, me too, let's go." Hermione told the other two girls.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, guys." Said Ginny, she kissed Harry and left with Hermione and Luna.

"Bye." Harry and Ron said.

Draco put on his pyjamas and lied in his bed. Harry and Ron did the same. (A/N: Ok! I know this chapter isn't the most interesting, but I'm not as inspired as I would like to be. I'm just writing anything that comes out from my head...).

"Can I ask you something, guys?" Harry said.

"Yeah, what is it?" Ron answered.

"C'mon, Potty spit it out." Draco said.

"Why can't you two get along?"

"Oh Merlin! Here we go!" Ron said.

"What? You should get along, c'mon guys; don't let your pride make you act stupidly..."

"I have nothing against weasel Ginger."

"Obviously, you don't have anything against me..." Ron said ironically.

"Nah, I just do it for the fun of it. Look, Weasley, there is a thin line between hate and love. Can I kiss you, Weasley?"

"You two are impossible!" Harry said.

"Ok, ok, if you don't mock me, I'll treat you as one of ours. Deal?" Ron said.

"Ok, it's a deal, Weasley."

"And no more Weasley. Now call me Ron. Get it?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Malfoy said laughing. "Hey, Potty, will you let me sleep now?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm happy now." Harry said smiling. However, he didn't sleep. He kept thinking about what had happened that day. Sirius's come back, Draco's truth and what he had liked the most, Ginny's kiss. (A/N: Isn't he sweet?) 'Here I am' he thought, 'the most famous wizard of all time, in love. If someone last week had told me I'd be dating Ginny the following week, I wouldn't have believed it. Now she's grown up, she's really beautiful.' Suddenly, something interrupted Harry's thoughts. Someone was standing at the foot of his bed.

"What do you want, Draco?" Harry whispered.

"I can't sleep, and now I see you can't either." He muttered sitting on the edge of his own bed.