Okay, this one is short, because I really didn't know what to right or anything. But there's some information for you all to work off of now. But, snice I love my readers, I'm looking for ideas for the next chapter. Ooh, and thank you for the reviews. Glad to know that there are a few people out there who like my work. As... er, poor as it is (to me).


While Harry sat in a chair next to Ron and Hermione, he had to wonder just why they were going over the facts of what had happened. He could hear Hermione trying to explain just what they had been doing that day. Yeah, 'Mione, he though. Because Dumbledore really wants to know that we were in the library working on our Charms essay. He couldn't help it. Ever since last year, Harry had never felt right about sitting in Dumbledores office. Stealing a glance at Ron, who just shrugged his shoulders he caught a bit of what Hermione had just said.

"....if we had known anything would have h-happen...."

That was just it. How were they supposed to know if anything was going to happen anyway? It seemed both Harry and Ron shared the same confused look, both pondering what Hermione had said. Of course, what made Harry fume was how calm Dumbledore seemed about all of this. Finally, Hermione was just starting to repeat herself, and the boys groaned.

"Look, Professor," Harry started, looking up at the old man who had quickly looked down at Harry as he sat at his desk, it was almost like he had known that Harry was getting ready to speak. This sent a small shiver down his spine. "All we know is that four Death Eaters attacked last week. Malfoy the Lestranges', and Dolohov. Malfoy and Dolohov took the Charms corridor while the Lestranges head down to lower level – we were just leaving the library as it all happened - "

Ron nodded his head, glancing quickly at both Harry and Hermione. "It was like Hermione said, we was only doing our Charms essays in the library, Professor." It was quite funny really, it may not have seemed like Ron at all, but his voice was small, and he was beginning to shrink down in his sead. Hermione rolled her eyes. "It wasn't like we were doing anything to get into trouble!"

"Dolohov and Malfoy ran into us," Harry groaned. "We didn't even know that they broke- hold on. How did they even get into Hogwarts? Aren't the Auror's all around the school. There isn't a way for anyone to appearate inside, or on Hogwarts grounds... then someone must have..."

"Yes, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore finally began, sitting back in his chair. He folded his hands ontop of his desk, looking down at the three students in front of him. "Someone let them in."

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"That's impossible. That can't have happened," Hermione ranted as the three walked back to their common room. "Who could have possibly let four Death Eaters in?" She managed to say before popping a small chunk of chocolate in her mouth. Ron, off to her left gave a bitter snort.

"His boyfriend that's who," the redhead said nodding at Harry, who seemed to be the only one with out chocolate. "You remember how Malfoy used to treat us all, don't you Harry? What he called Hermione? And then, why, all of a sudden does he come around saying he's sorry, eh. He was up to something, Harry, just like I told you!"

By this time the raven haired boy had stopped walking, and had his hands shoved in his pants pockets, narrowing his eyes at Ron. Both of them seemed to have ignored Hermione as she groaned, and stepped back from the two. Clearly, this wasn't the first time they'd had a fight. "You're only saying that because you never liked him to begin with, Ron," Harry grumbled. "I know Draco didn't do it! He wouldn't have. He told me-"

"Told you what? That he loved you? Christ Harry! This is Draco we're talking about. Draco Effing Malfoy, remember? The boy who made our lives living hell for the past five years?" Ron nearly shouted, throwing his arms up, dropping his chocolate as he did so. "He was the son of a bloody Death Eater, Harry, he was probably just lying to you."

"Ron – stop," Hermione said softly, pulling at his arm, her gaze set on Harry who was clenched. Quickly she looked back at Ron, narrowing her eyes slightly, getting fed up with the way. Ron however, just muttered a quick, "I'm going to the library," and turned around, going the other way." Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, and just turned to Harry. "Alright there, Harry?"

"Alright, just need sometime is all," the boy said more calmly than he had when Ron was still around. He rolled his shoulders quietly and sighed. "I'm going to the Quidditch field, need to clear my mind. See you at dinner then, 'Mione?" Harry said hopefully, he at least wanted to see one of his friends at dinner, not knowing of Ron would even show up or not. This had been going on ever since three months ago, when Draco and Harry actually got together. Ron was just a bit homophobic towards Draco, having never liked him to begin with.

"I suppose, just be careful Harry."

"Alright. See you Hermione!"