Chapter five: Dramatic

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Two months.

It had been two months Blaise Zabini had broke up with Luna Lovegood and she still couldn't get over it. This wasn't for the reasons you may think. Luna was scared for Blaise. She wasn't a stupid person. She knew just why he had broken up with her. Why he had ignored her this entire time. The Death Eaters had gotten to him; she knew this for a fact. Why else had he avoided her right after he had gotten the green envelope?

Ginny Weasley were still sitting in a forgotten corridor sitting next to Luna. They didn't do this often, but regularly enough where going too long without a night just sitting and thinking in the spooky castle would make them go through withdrawals.

Luna looked up at Ginny, after some comfortable silence after they debated whether Snape would ever get married. "He said he did it to protect me. He said we shouldn't be together because I could get hurt. He told me that he loves me and always will." Luna paused. "I understand that. It makes sense. But I always wonder, isn't love about staying together through the good and the bad?"

Ginny just stared at Luna, the problem was she didn't know what to say because the honest truth was, Ginny hadn't a clue of what Blaise was like. Ginny had never really spoken to Blaise before. For all she really knew, he could be outside somewhere snogging another girl at this very moment and everything he said before was a total lie. Ginny didn't really believe this, and she knew she shouldn't have even thought that but it was possible.

Ginny shook that thought out of her mind and thought about what Luna had said, isn't love about staying together through the good and the bad? Is love also about taking risks and possibly risking your love's life? Though, at least you're able to be together.

"Luna, I know it's hard but you can't dwell over it. If you really want to know you should go up and ask him. Show him that you're strong."

Luna sighed. "I suppose you're right. Gods, it's been two months and I sound like one of those annoying girls who can't accept the guy doesn't want her anymore."

"If you believe Blaise, which you should, you know that's not the case." Ginny got up from her spot next to Luna. "Come on, let's go outside and think about something…happy.

Luna sniffed a little and chocked out. "Okay, but if I see Blaise out there snogging some girl then I can't promise happiness."

Ginny just sighed and pulled Luna along then headed outside.

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Blaise Zabini was usually not a dramatic person. He wasn't somebody to over exaggerate things; he took them for what they were and nothing else. When Blaise asked Draco for his knife he was not at all joking.

"You've got ta be jokin' mate, yer drunk, ya can't be cuttin' off body parts now."

"Just give me the knife!" Blaise shouted.

"The mark can't leave, it'll jus' come back."

"I don't care, I'll keep cutting it out again and again. Whatever it takes." Blaise got up and stumbled a bit, then he started walking towards Draco.

Draco also got up and tried to reason with Blaise. "This was a bad idea, let's jus' go to the common room and think things over. Ya don't wanna go do anything drastic now. An' gettin rid of the mark won't change anything- that is if it did work."

Blaise reached out and tried to grab the dagger out of Draco's grasp. "Would you just shut up and give me the damn knife! I don't want to have to hurt you."

"What the fuck, Blaise, you're insane!"

Blaise pushed Draco hard enough while he was trying to get the dagger that Draco and Blaise both ended up falling backwards. They both started to roll across the grass until a tree blocked their path. Unfortunately for Draco, Blaise had gotten a hold of the dagger before they had fallen. Now the dagger was pushed fully into Draco's chest.

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Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood saw the entire incident. They had just walked out not sat down two minutes under Ginny's favourite tree when they saw two figures rolling right into a tree about twenty feet from where Ginny and Luna were sitting.

Luna blinked a little then turned to Ginny. "Did you just see the same thing I saw?"

"Two bodies just rolled over to that tree…" With that Ginny got up and ran over to the two motionless bodies. Luna was only two feet behind her.

Ginny gasped as she saw whom the two bodies belonged to. "Draco, Blaise… Oh my god, Draco." Blaise had just rolled off Draco showing Ginny the dagger in Draco's chest.

Blaise couldn't seem to get any words to come out. He just lay there staring over at Draco. He couldn't seem to comprehend what just happened. It was as if it was all a nightmare.

Luna also was just standing there; she first looked to Blaise and then to Draco. Now she knew that Blaise snogging anyone was the least of her worries, "What happened, Blaise?"

Blaise looked over to where Draco was lying. "It's all my fault… It's all my fault."

Ginny was kneeled down and put Draco's head in her lap. "You two need to get Madam Pomfrey. We can't carry him, something could happen."

Luna went off running towards the castle as soon as Ginny had stop speaking. Blaise on the other hand just sat there looking over at Draco.

Blaise couldn't seem to comprehend anything Ginny said. All he could do was sit there and stare over at Draco. The deadly seen that only happened minutes ago kept playing over in his mind. Blaise didn't know why he went off like that. It wasn't because he was drunk; he knew exactly what he was doing. The stinging on his forearm kept reminding him of Luna and why he couldn't be with her. Blaise couldn't seem to stand it anymore; he had to get rid of it.

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Ginny Weasley prayed to herself that Luna and Blaise would hurry back as soon as possible. She didn't know how long Draco would last. She didn't even know how he was right now. All Ginny could do was close her eyes and pretend this was all a dream, but the fact that it wasn't ached through to her thoughts and brought her back to reality.

Ginny opened her eyes and looked down to Draco, his eyes were closed and his breathing was very light. He was very lucky to be breathing at all.

Ginny leaned into Draco to check on him, her red hair falling in to her eyes. His lips looked so soft in the moonlight, so kissable. His eyelashes fluttered a little, and his forehead wrinkled in pain. Ginny brushed her lips against his cheek and grasped his hand in hers. She started to silently cry.

Blaise wanted to run. He wanted to escape into the forest and never come back. Dumbledore would be talking to him. His parents would know. Everyone would know in the morning. He couldn't even begin to figure out what he would do. He didn't realize it, but he started crying. It would be a lie to say he had never felt this way before because he had felt the exact same way many times. He had felt like a monster many times. Blaise had a very hard time controlling himself, even when he was scared and wanted to curl up and die.

Ginny heard Blaise crying and moved to his side. She took his hand in hers and put her head on his shoulder. She didn't know what to say, but she just started talking to comfort him. "If you want me to leave I can, or I can stay here."

The thought of being alone scared him, so he mumbled something and held her hand a little tighter. He was scared and worried. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to even be alive.

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Neither Blaise nor Ginny knew how long it was before Madam Pomfrey, Luna Lovegood and Dumbledore came outside running towards Draco. Madam Pomfrey mumbled something and pointed her wand at Draco. All of a sudden Draco was lying on a stretcher. The Stretcher started levitating in the air.

Dumbledore looked over to Ginny and Blaise, he moved his hands in a motion indicated them to follow him.

It would have looked very odd to anyone who might have seen the strange group walking down the halls to see Draco Malfoy lying on a stretcher, Madam Pomfrey right behind him guiding it down the halls and Headmaster Dumbledore telling Ginny, Luna and Blaise, who didn't look up the whole time they were walking, that it would be alright and Draco would be 'good as new' in no time. Ginny, Luna and Blaise did not believe a word of it.

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It seems that the first day back from holiday was the day for Gryffindors and Slytherins to sneak away from their dormitories and venture off around the castle.

Pansy Parkinson had awoke in the middle of the night craving apple pie. She didn't exactly know why the craved it, since people usually don't know, unless you're pregnant, which was something Pansy was not.

Pansy quickly decided that there was no possible way she could go back to sleep if she wasn't able to first eat the pie, so she left her dormitory and made her way down as silently as possible to the school kitchens.

Harry Potter also awoke that same night and made his way down to the kitchens, only he didn't want apple pie. To him apple pie was almost the same as Voldemort; only apple pie wasn't a deadly threat to him so he wasn't very expressive of his hate.

Harry had just woken up from a nightmare replaying the incident in the Department of Mysteries. He could still see Bellatrix pushing Sirius back, over and over again. Harry just sat straight up in his bed for minutes upon minutes trying to erase the memory from his mind. In the end he just felt empty and hungry. Harry got out of bed, grabbed his cloak and made his way out of Gryffindor tower and down to the kitchens while still trying to think of anything but that one night.

"It's you," Pansy said as Harry walked into the kitchens while taking off his invisibility cloak. He cursed to himself, not noticing she was in here. "Nice cloak."

"Um. Yeah. Don't tell anyone about it," Harry remarked not knowing if that would stop her.

"You don't seem very sure of yourself that I won't say anything." Pansy commented as she ate some of her apple pie.

"Is that apple pie?"

"Aren't you observant. Yes, it is, Potter."

Harry wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting,"

"Whatever you say," Pansy said, still eating her apple pie. "Why are you down here anyways?"

"Probably the same reason as you," Harry said.

"I thought you didn't like apple pie."

"I couldn't sleep." Harry sat down next to Pansy at one of tables.

"Oh, I see." Pansy put down her fork. "Does it have to do with You-Know-Who?"

Harry sighed. "I guess you could say that. Without him it wouldn't have happened."

"Well, whatever it is, I'm really sorry. I know I can't really do anything to make it better but I'm sorry for all the shitty things I've done in the past."

Harry actually smiled. "Thank you."

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Draco Malfoy was lying in the Hospital wing bed staring at the ceiling wishing he were anywhere but here. Dumbledore knew, Madam Pomfrey knew. What were they going to do about it? Would they send him to Azkaban? All Draco could do was wait and find out.

Blaise Zabini was sitting on the next bed also waiting to here what was going to happen to him. Why couldn't Dumbledore just get it over with and send him to Azkaban?

It seemed as if both Draco and Blaise had the same thoughts running through their minds.

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Shit. That is the only word that could come out of Draco and Blaise's mouth. It came out as more of a whisper then anything. Dumbledore had just walked into the Hospital Wing and was standing between Draco and Blaise's beds.

"I see you two boys have had a rough night. Would one of you two care to enlighten me on what exactly happened?" When Dumbledore said this there was no hint of anger or annoyance.

Blaise knew he should be the one to tell what happened, it was his fault anyway. He took a deep breath and swallowed, "Draco and I were sitting outside talking about things and then I started to go off about the Dark Mark and wantin' to get rid of it. So I took a knife out of my pocket and Draco tried to take it away from me and we rolled backwards and the knife ended up stabbing 'em."

"Blaise! There's no point in lyin'. Won't make a difference. I took my knife out of me pocket and started to trace it around my arm and stuff. Then Blaise talked about cutting the Mark out and I told 'em he was nuts but he wanted to anyways… So he tried to grab the knife from me and we's rolled the hill and the dagger wen' into my chest." Draco conveniently left out the fire whisky from his story.

Dumbledore nodded. "You're lucky to be alive." Dumbledore ignored Draco's snorting and went on, "This is a very serious matter. Neither of you should have been out that late, nor should you have been playing around with the knife. Blaise, you are very lucky that Draco's lung wasn't punctured and that it didn't hit his heart. But we shouldn't think about the what ifs. What we do need to worry about are the marks on your arms."

Draco opened his mouth to speak but Dumbledore cut him off, "I am aware that you two didn't have any say on the marks. I'm not worried about having you two stay here at Hogwarts. I'm worried about the students finding out. How long have you two had them?"

Blaise sighed, "Since the summer."

"I see… So you two are pretty skilled at hiding them? That's good. I guess that's all I have to say. We'll speak more about this later. You two should rest." Dumbledore had almost left the room when he turned around. "Oh yes, Draco, you have two weeks of detentions and Blaise, you have a month. And please, no more Fire Whiskey."

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Kill the drama; kill the dramatic. Nobody cares.