"W-what makes you think that?" Draco tried to remain undisturbed at this. But inside he was completely devastated. Hermione had swerved a wrecking ball into Draco's hear. All that showed was a slight stutter.

"I don't know…It's just I've cared so much for him and have been attracted to him…" Her voice trailed off but she held his gaze. There was something she was trying to tell him. Some secret she was trying to convey to him through her eyes. But what?

Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him back down the hallway down to the door to where Harry was.

"What is it Lupin?" Moody asked quickly followed by Tonks as they reached the door. Lupin explained everything and they marched into the room.

When the door opened…silence. No screams or shouting. Hermione and Draco followed the party in the room and Harry lay on the floor.

"My god," Lupin whispered, "What happened"

Harry lay on the floor; blood covered and twitching. Moody stepped over him and with a flick of his wand Harry's cuts were cleaned and healed.

Harry was still twitching. His lips looked as if they were forming words but no sound emerged.

"Harry?" Lupin asked as he crouched over Harry's twitching body.

"Kill me," a voice not Harry's nor Draco's spoke with venom, "End the pain," this was soon followed by another voice much stronger and braver then the first, "No, I will not kill you. There is only one in this world that I have to kill and I hope, will be the only one,"

"And who's that?"

"Voldemort. I have to kill Voldemort. I need your help,"

"I will not help you!"

"But you must! If you don't…"

"You'll be out of luck! Won't you?"

"No, I could defeat him now if I wanted to,"

"Not without your own body you couldn't!"

"You're right. That's the only thing holding me back,"

"And the fact your enemy's in love with your sweetheart!"

"It's her decision. I can't run her life. I have enough problems with my own,"

"Well," this voice was loosing its strength, "How could I help?" it asked in a defeated sort of way.

"You can start by letting Draco and I be at least civil to each other,"

"Granted," the weak voice was fading.

"And for you to never return unless it is a life or death situation and not an everyday occurrence,"

"Granted. But you have to promise me one thing,"

"What is it?"

"That you stuff me away quickly. I cannot bear watching myself with the likes of you or Draco or the mudblood. Got it?"

"Alright," the voice sighed, "If that's all you ask,"

"Yes," this voice just barely a whisper that you could have sworn nothing was said.

Harry blinked and looked at everyone staring at him.