Author's Notes:
I'm not really sure why I decided to write this, but it just came to me out of no where and I couldn't help butwrite it. So I really hope you enjoy the first chapter and please leave feedback as it helps me know if I'm doing it right. :Bows and hugs Harry plushie: Enjoy! :huggles: Oh: and Sirius never died and HBP never happened. The world just seems a happier place this way...

Disclaimer:
I can cry scream and beg but in the end, I still don't own Harry Potter or any of it characters, nor do I make any money from them.

Summary:
'You Never Know What You Had Until You Loose It'.That was something Draco Malfoy certainly never excepted to apply to him after he broke things off with Harry. But now that Harry's moving on and well, hate's his guts again, will he be able to get his would be soul mate back from the clutches of his best friend? And still keep his sanity as he gets a little help from Pansy, a certain 'mudblood', a certain reluctant 'weasel' & oh yes: and meddling professors?

Pairings:
Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron, Blaise/Harry, Seamus/Dean, Sirius/Lupin/Severus (So far.)

Warning:
Strong Sexual Content, A wee bit of OOC (Actually, I'm hoping there isn't but I'm not entirely sure so just in case), Not Beta Read as of yet, SLASH (Man/Man relations, you don't like, please don't read!), eventually Violence, language, dark themes, Blaise being a complete hateful bastard later one, fluff, romance, and anything else I can think of that might scare you away. But you all look pretty brave–after all you clicked on the story so read on!

Guilt By Association
Prologue: I'm Not Such a Great Best Friend...Maybe

(Ronald Weasley's POV)

It was one of those moments where "It seemed like a good idea at the time". One of those moments where that little voice in the back of your head keeps nagging at you to do something–to make things right– But then your own selfish desires–no matter what they may be–seems to take a broom handle and proceeds to beat the living shit–excuse my language–out of said little man until he shuts up.

You know, where everything that's going on seems to be happening in slow motion; you can barely believe what you're seeing in front of you yet you already knew exactly what it was in some weird way as it's happening though you don't quite want to believe it because–in my case–you're surprised you were right?

Yeah, that's the best way to describe a moment like this one–though maybe I should start from the beginning. Waaaay back at the beginning.

See, Harry Potter–the 'Boy Who Lived', 'The Chosen One', 'Golden Boy of Gryffindor'...he goes by all those titles though you should know he doesn't like any of them really– had nearly been killed in the beginning of our sixth year by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. (He always saying I should say his real name but I just don't...want to.)

It turns out that he ('He' being the You Know Who) found out that the greasy git Snape had been spying, as suspected, for the Order of the Phoenix and he sent word to Albus Dumbledore that he well–knew it. Harry found out about this, via spying in on the emergency meeting the Order called, and he'd gone to save the professor alone–even after what I felt was a good argument to why we should let Snape...uh...stay captured.

...What? What! You would have done it too and you know it...

Well anyway, Harry went and they'd both returned a few hours later while everyone that knew sat on pins and needles.

The professor was in pretty bad shape but alive and Harry had a single broken arm and few cracked ribs. It was quite a sight and I'd never seen so many people upset: Harry's godfather practically snatched him into a fatherly hug, (he and Lupin came for the emergency meeting–at least he understood my reasoning, Snuffles practically made the same argument...) screaming at Harry for scaring him and being stupid while Dumbledore along with Lupin took care of Snape, ushering him up to the Infirmary while Sirius–who picked up Harry and slung him over his shoulder, followed closely behind them, still barking at how stupid and careless and how he was too much like James he was.

It took Harry a few days to get better but we didn't have Potions with Snape for two entire weeks. (And hey, I didn't complain...) When we finally did see him again, it was when we all gathered into the Great Hall a whole hour earlier than normal before our evening meals.

Dumbledore had an entire meeting with the school then about this little problem we had called 'House Unity' and the woes of the Dark Lord. (Maybe he forgot half of Slytherin House had children with parents that were Death Eaters because I would think that would have a lot to do with the whole 'Not having house unity thing'...)

In the end, he emphasized how important it was that we all–instead of acting like separate houses–try to find a co-existence, understanding and act as one equal house for now was the time–blah blah blah. Okay, to tell you the truth, I stopped paying attention by this point but damn it, I was hungry!

I only zoned back in when he mentioned that he wanted to get the ball rolling with a few choice activities, one being a dance: the prefects from each house would be paired off into two committees and prepare the dance. I hadn't thought that was too bad, considering we could always pair off with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff house but Dumbledore, seeming to read my mind (who knows, he probably did cause Harry told me that he was really good at doing it and so was Snape...), announced that he'd already chosen the groups and sure enough, Gryffindor was with Slytherin.

That had been...stupid, to say the least.

By the end of that week, I'd lost over two hundred points for my house and gathered two weeks worth of detentions all by myself. Meanwhile Hermione Granger, practically legendary for being as gifted at the school already, had actually managed to make some sort of friendship with Pansy 'pugface' Parkingson. Eww.

Nevertheless, the night of the dance seemed perfect: everyone was in their finest dress robes, setting up dates, ready to have a bloody good time. Until Dumbledore took the center stage again and made yet another devastating announcement: that we were not permitted to dance with any person(s) from our own houses: that Slytherins could only dance with Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, with Hufflepuffs.

Well naturally, this went over well. I myself screamed that it was cruel and unusual punishment and even tried to reason that there were no pretty girls on Slytherin to dance with (I think Hermione scowled at me but I can't be sure) but Dumbledore would hear none of it and stated that any persons caught on the floor without a dance partner or one from a house he hadn't designated would face the consequences.

So the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws filled the floor while the Slytherins and we Gryffindors hugged the wall, facing one another and scowling. This had gone on for well over an hour I think, and both sides seemed down right miserable.

The professors stared at each side in a disapproving manner (Well Snape didn't seem to care really), but no one from either house moved. The older years wouldn't dare make the first move out of sheer pride for their house and the younger years were to busy following the suit of the older years to try anything remotely stupid.

Then finally: someone made the first move.

A Gryffindor, not surprisingly, because we were, after all, known for our bravery. Though it did surprise me that it had been Harry that strolled almost nonchalantly to the other side of the room, everyone on the dance floor from the two remaining houses pausing to watch while he, head held high, made his way to a certain platinum haired blond who sneered from ear to ear at him while his little cronies snickered and laughed at Harry's boldness.

Harry asked him to dance and Malfoy said no–okay, between insulting Harry, a no was in there somewhere, I'm sure. Big surprise there.

But Harry never missed a beat and smirked at him, whipping the cocky sneer straight from Malfoy's lips as he all but challenged him in front of everyone, calling him a coward no less.

Malfoy didn't take this too well and to the gasp and awe (and let's face it, disgust) of many of us, they took to the dance floor which seemed to just empty out as they reached the center.

A song started up and to be honest, it was actually pretty funny: at first they both were trying hard to lead and argued the entire time but soon, complete with Harry just down right stomping on Malfoy's foot on purpose with the blond collapsing to the ground in agony and in turn, kicking Harry I hard in the leg and brining him down as well.

But after they got over what Hermione called 'immaturity' and what I called 'good fun', Malfoy finally won lead and had put on quite a show: taking a rose into his mouth and dancing rather...suggestively (we could have done without it, really) and Harry soon followed suit. The dance had ended with Draco dipping Harry deeply, their bodies flushed together with their faces inches apart from one another, both panting lightly, eyes blazing into the other–seeming to forget that the rest of us were here.

No body moved or said a word. Just watched, probably wondering, just like I was, what the hell that was all about, though no one sported a 'What the Fuck' type expression like I did, I'm sure.

Well after this scary moment in time, Hermione and Pansy–now seemingly best friends (I still find that creepy) decided that they just had to get the two together, seeming as there was far too much friction between them–blah blah. (Hermione tried explaining it to me but I zoned out after the line "Placing Harry and Draco together...".)

And it worked. Within a few well planned months, they were the talk of the school: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were an official item, much to my dismay.

So I stopped talking to Harry after I found out–well okay, for like two weeks. But then, I realized–or rather Hermione beat to the point that I realized–that I was being petty, immature and should be above things like Draco Malfoy and it shouldn't stop the friendship I have with Harry. Or at least, that what she told me and I after I while, I think I believed it. Sort of–but I did still want to be Harry's friend so you know: whatever.

So under the careful and watchful eye of Hermione, from then on, no matter how irritated I was that Harry was going out with that git, I was as supportive as I could have been–though I still didn't speak to Harry two days after this because he said he thought I'd had a problem being gay.

Which I absolutely do not, bloody hell! I'm not that bad–sure I don't want to be found humping some guy but that doesn't mean I care if Harry does. Long as it's not me anyway. I just care that it's Draco Malfoy–is that a crime? Thought not.

I'm rambling so lets skip a few months ahead through time shall we?

You see, I wasn't the only one that didn't want Harry and Malfoy together, as I would have guessed, but Blaise seemed to be more than willing to do something about it instead of just sitting by and letting things take it's course.

So he set the wheels of what I'd like to call 'drama' in motion. I hadn't noticed it at first, the little glares he'd give the pair when they weren't looking or the odd little 'conversations' he'd have when he was alone with Harry. (I could careless what he said to Draco.)

Though after a while, Harry started coming to me for advice. He was having doubts about Malfoy, thinking he might be cheating or growing distant–something like that. I really couldn't–or didn't–contribute much but that Malfoy's a git, he deserved better then him and should just break things off with the blond, to which I got a slap over the head, courtesy of Hermione every time she heard me.

Once she'd told him not to worry about things, that it was all in his imagination, that he was practically crazy about Harry and that nothing or no one was coming between them. Harry accepted this answer and I–well–didn't but never said a word. No one was listening to me so why care right?

But a few weeks later, after coming back from a detention I'd received unfairly for hexing Goyle after getting very annoyed that he couldn't boil water properly, (I'd gotten stuck with that idiot for Final Exams when Hermione decided to work with Pansy while Harry of course, worked with that git Malfoy and Neville had surprisingly, been nabbed by Blaise...) I'd paused in the hall when I heard a very interesting conversation between a Slytherin and fellow Gryffindor.

Seamus was begging Blaise to keep a secret from Dean–his now boyfriend–and Blaise agreed–but only if he did a favor for him, which had something to do with pretending to be Harry for tomorrow night and going to meet with some Ravenclaw.

Seamus asked why but Blaise told him it was none of his affair, all he needed was to take a Polyjuice potion, add Harry's hair and act according to his plans tomorrow night. When Blaise had left, I followed the Irish prat then cornered Seamus just before he got to the portrait that let to the common room and asked a few questions. He did a horrible job of lying to me, asking me to just please stay out of things because I didn't understand.

And well, he was right: I didn't entirely. Though I kept my eye him the next day, even going so far as to skip a mandatory meeting of prefects for the last minutes preparations for yet, another dance that was to be held at the end of this year, aka, tomorrow night. (You'd think we'd had enough stupid activities for the year, complete with a day playing muggle games. Though I gotta admit, Twister was really fun and I've got to convince Hermione to send me one of those handheld...game...things...)

That night, I stayed up as long as I could, staking out our room, watching for Seamus to leave and do whatever it was he was suppose to as Harry so I could follow but the boy stayed in bed the entire time and by two in the morning well hell–I fell sleep.

And when I woke up, Seamus was there in his bed just as I'd seen him the night before.

So I didn't think to much about what I'd heard or even what I'd myself noticed, not even the when Harry told Hermione and I in a worried kind of way at lunch that he hadn't seen Draco in any of our shared classes all days. I hadn't noticed Malfoy was missing–not that I cared–but now that I did know, I had to admit it had been a pleasant surprise.

Then at some point during the day, Blaise came over and gave Harry some sort of note from Draco, which simply told Harry to be ready for the dance and that they'd meet there. (I know cause I read it over his shoulder. I'm nosey, Hermione tells me so all the time.)

Which brings us to the present and very confusing times I like to call 'right now':

Which would be me having, for the second time at a dance, my 'What the Fuck' expression, directly once again, at the same two persons that had encouraged it the first time.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry snapped confused and I could tell that he was trying hard to keep his voice calm and steady though whether it was to keep it from sounding angry or to keep himself from crying, I couldn't be sure.

See, Malfoy had just arrived to the dance–an hour late–with someone else on his arm when Harry stormed over to them and began to argue with the blond about the now absent third party. You know, from that moment, I just knew this wasn't going to end on a good note...

Malfoy pretended to think for a minute, placing a thumb under his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully, his head tilted to the side and his eyes looking at the ceiling, muttering a light 'hmmm' before he hunched slightly placing his hands in his pockets and glaring at Harry, sneered at him.

"What can I say Potter, I've grown rather bored with you–and this little bet of mine," he replied matter of factly.

A few Slytherins snickered as Harry shook his head slightly seeming bewildered. "What...bet?"

Draco scuffed in amusement, seeming to enjoy whatever he was about to tell Harry greatly before he opened his big, overgrown mouth to explain himself in a smug manner:

"Just a little something I made with a few guys in my year, is all," he hunched slightly and said boys he must of made this 'bet' with began to snicker louder as stormy gray eyes stared directly into Harry's.

"See–Nott thought it would be something of a good time if I gave in to Granger and Parkingson's little 'plan' to put the two of us together. He seemed to think that while they could make the relationship, I wouldn't be able to maintain it, let alone get you in my bed."

Malfoy winked at him and his smirk widened. "But then, we both know how well I did there, don't we darling?"

Laughter now and Harry seemed to blush lightly but not back down by any means, still glaring at Draco with fist balled at his sides. I myself, still sported my 'WTF' expression before that quickly melted into anger and I rushed forward with Ginny grabbing my wrist and Neville doing the same with the other one to keep me from going forward and knocking the smirk straight off the blond's face.

"But let's face it Potter–you can only stay interesting for so long when you so easily give people what they want. And the bet was only to have you eating out of the palm of my hand and fucking you senseless into the mattress–which I think I've done successfully well, wouldn't you agree?"

Harry's hurt was visible now and his entire body shook with rage but still he said not a word or better yet–beat the living hell of that cold hearted bastard.

Draco took note of this and sneered. "Don't be a drama queen about all this Potter. You didn't seem to worried about things last night with that ruddy Ravenclaw now did you? What do you do? Open your legs for the first bloke that strokes your thigh and says you're 'pretty'?"

"Draco!" Pansy snapped finally, coming to Harry's side and glaring at her would be best friend simply horrified and for a brief moment, I couldn't help but wonder why none of the professors had stepped in yet before I remembered that they'd taken the night off and let us handle things on our own–yeah, that was smart. But in any case, Draco waved her off and took this moment to continue to glare at Harry in a hateful manner instead.

"You know, for a split moment Potter, I almost felt remote compassion for what I was doing to you–I might have let you down easier, anyway." Then he smirked again and took a few steps toward Harry, getting like, inches from his face before be continued in a calm, cold whisper. "But then again, being the lovable bastard that I am, I just couldn't let my mates down–right? Besides, I think this was the perfect payback for what you've done to my father...not to mention I just get a kick out of bringing little weak minded fools like you beneath me, where they belong."

Harry closed his eyes and this time, Hermione surprising the hell out of me, went for the kill this time, going to far as the give a little war cry as she was about to bring the fury of scorned wome–er–lovers everywhere on Malfoy before she was stopped by several of girls from our year while Pansy shook her head at Draco, glaring in a disappointed and disgusted manner while she gently grabbing Harry's wrist and rubbing his back in small circles to try to calm him down.

Yet still, Harry didn't say a word or make a move to remotely beat Draco's face in. I think he was in shock. Draco watched him a moment longer before scuffing, rolling his eyes slightly and pushing past the two of them, his little cronies following with amused laughter as he muttered "Pathetic" and left for the dungeons, Pansy giving Harry one last sympathetic look before storming after him, screaming furiously while everyone around me shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to do.

Gin and Nev finally let go of me and I began to walk toward Harry quickly as I couldn't see all of Harry's face anymore: he had his head down and his bangs, a few inches longer now, did wonders to hid them from view.

"Hey mate," I said softly, touching him on the shoulder as Hermione tried to get him to talk to her between trying to calm herself down but within seconds, he'd pulled away from us both, snapping "Don't!" before storming out of the Great Hall and out of sight. Hermione went to go after him, as did I but Blaise stopped us both, giving a weak smile before saying "Let me go after him–house unity and all."and ran after him before either one of us could refuse.

I'll admit that I was dumbfounded for a few moments, everything that had happened in the last few hours, including the night before, playing in my head before a spotted a nervous looking Seamus by the punch bowl, alone, and thinking up an idea so quickly that it would have made Hermione proud, I made a beeline for him and before anyone could notice, pulled him behind a pillar and slammed him against the wall.

"Talk," I snapped.

He stumbled over his words but I pressed him up against the wall harder, giving him a meaningful glare of "I will hurt you" before he adverted his gaze from mine and I continued. "Come on Seamus, I know you had something to do with what just happened–talk!"

"...You can't tell Dean," he whispered and I gave him a skeptical look but didn't say anything. Upon realizing I wasn't going to say a word, he continued. "We went out–Dean and I cause Neville invited us–out for drinks, you know? No harm done. Well I think I had one to many or I thought I had cause I landed myself in bed. With Neville."

"What!" I snapped angrily–cause you know, Neville just happens to be going out with my little sister, the git–and he cringed, putting his hands up like I might strike him. "We got tricked!" He cried quickly. "By Blaise! He convinced Neville during Potions to have a round with him and his friends and to bring us with him and he did–we did–and then we just did! Dean doesn't know yet and neither does Ginny–"

"She will," I snapped and he cringed again.

"B-but Blaise knew. He had proof and everything. And I mean, I'm sorry Ron but I was stuck! I couldn't prove that he'd set us up–"

"You didn't give Dean or my sister enough credit to think they might believe you?" I snapped, thinking I sounded a bit more mature than normal. But then hey, that's what growing up does, I guess.

He looked guilty. "I had to make sure he didn't' find out," he muttered, completely ignoring what I'd just said. "So he told me to take a Polyjuice Potion–pretend to be Harry–and c-cheat on Draco. And he made sure that Draco saw us–I know because I caught him when he came in but–"

"Why'd he want to do that Seamus, did he ever tell you?" I cut him off, feeling disgusted with him. He shook his head. "Said it was none of my business, that–hey where are you–!"

I'd heard enough. I stormed out of the Great Hall, ignoring Hermione's calls for me to come to her and made my way through the castle and outside, though why I'd just known to go there, was beyond me.

I found them a few minutes later, Harry upset, tears streaming down his face but not sobbing with Blaise rubbing his back in a comforting manner, trying to calm him down. I took this moment to hide behind a very large tree close by that was surrounded by bushes at the base of the trunk–a nice hiding spot.

"...a fool," I heard Harry mutter and Blaise gave a light smirk Harry couldn't see while he shook his head and muttered "You're wrong Potter. Draco's the fool. He doesn't know what he had–he never does."

I watched as his eyes seemed to darken before he continued. "He didn't know how good he had it–how good he always has it–so he just takes it for granted. He's a selfish bastard that doesn't give a rats ass about anyone else or their feelings yet seems to think he should be pitied if things goes bad for him. I told him not to do it–I told him not to hurt you, but–"

"You knew?" Harry snapped, pulling away from him and Blaise nodded curtly. "Sort of. Bits and pieces of conversations he had with Vin and Greg but nothing concrete. I just cornered him one day and told him not to mess things up but he didn't seemed...concerned. After what he saw last night though," he took this moment to look at Harry in almost an accusing manner. "He seemed to look forward to telling you truth. He went so far as to avoid classes today so he wouldn't tell you beforehand, he was so anxious."

Harry looked down at his hands then, watching them ball up into fist before letting out a loud cry of anger, he let it crash into the tree behind them, knocking a few little twigs and leaves down and fluttering to the ground, Blaise simply raising an eyebrow at him as he watched with caution while Harry stood to his feet, fist still balled.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Harry snapped, talking to himself and I couldn't help but nod in agreement. He had been stupid–even more than Hermione accuses me of. "I should have known Dra–Malfoy would never change."

Blaise only agreed silently, nodding slightly as Harry continued his rant. "I knew he was growing distant–I told Hermione and Ron I thought something was up–damn it, why didn't I listen to Ron?"

Had circumstances been different, I would have been proud–maybe even done a dance– to hear that Harry thought he should have listened to me more than Hermione. I did take a note of what he said and tucked it away to wave in her face for later though but right now, I was trying to concentrate and listen in.

"Because listening to Weasley isn't wise," Blaise asked matter of factly and I glared at him, as did Harry and in turn (well to Harry's glare) he put his hands up in a surrendering manner. "Or because you were too head over heels in love and too blind to see when someone was trying to help you out of a bad situation because you didn't want to listen?"

Much better. Thank you Blaise–though your still a git.

Harry let out a frustrated snort before he plopped back down to a sitting position beside the Italian. Blaise simply looked over at him. "Look–Draco's good at manipulating others, don't feel so bad Potter."

"I knew better," Harry pointed out and again, I nodded. He did.

"But you also can't control how your heart will react to–good god I sound like some sappy Gryffindor," Blaise snorted before chuckling to himself and rolling his eyes. Then without warning, he took Harry's face in his hands, pecking him in a–I dunno–friendly gesture, his lips lingering on Harry's for a minute before he pulled back and smiled down at him, their foreheads meeting while Harry stared back at him bewildered.

And that's when it dawned on me. Blaise hadn't been in love with Draco. He'd somehow fallen for Harry.

"Fuck Draco. He's a bastard. He's always been a bastard. You knew that from the start and for that alone, you should feel stupid Potter. I'm not saying you deserved what you got–but really, sleeping with someone else–"

"I didn't sleep with anyone else, damn it," Harry snapped angrily pulling his face away before Blaise brought it back to him. "Okay whatever, either way–stop sitting here, acting like some love sick woman, get off your ass and get over it. Or do it soon because I'm already sick of seeing you mope–it's unnerving."

He tilted his head to the side and gave Harry a smirk–you know, I'm beginning to wonder if Slytherins can't actually 'smile' only 'smirk' since that seems to be a trademark with all of them...

"I'm here for you Potter–to talk to or whatever it is you Gryffindor's do when you're dumped. Slytherin's honor."

Yeah–like that's worth anything.

Harry glared at him a moment before shaking his head, taking his words for what they were and giving him a grateful smile before he finally pulled away from that bastard, leaning back up against the tree and muttering bluntly "Thanks–but you have a dance to get back to. I don't want to keep you away any longer than I have."

Blaise quirked up an eyebrow. "I'm here to comfort you and you're worried about my time at a dance?"

"I'll be alright," Harry insisted though his tone certainly didn't match the words. He turned to face Blaise, putting on the phoniest smile I'd seen since Fred and George tried to convince my mom they weren't responsible for Percy being stuck in the oven for three days. "I just need some time alone, to think. I'm fine. Go enjoy yourself."

Blaise frowned at Harry, glaring at him seriously then. "You're not going to go and try drowning yourself, right Potter?"

Harry laughed–a little bitterly–at this before shaking his head. "It takes a lot more then some bloke breaking up with me to get me to try and kill myself. And call me Harry. We're practically friends now."

Blaise thought about this and nodded, seeming pleased. "Yeah, we are." He got up to his feet then, and as he began to walk off toward the castle, paused before sighing and sitting back down with Harry, my best friend glaring up at him confused. Blaise hunched.

"My date will understand–we're not an item or anything. Besides...as you said, we are friends and you're in need, whether you want it or not. So I shall stubbornly stay by your side until I'm convinced you're actually feeling better–not all Slytherins are cold hearted, contrary to popular Gyrffindor lore.. And don't bother trying to talk me out of it," he added, holding up his hand when Harry went to protest. "My mind is made up. And Slytherins can be very stubborn Harry." He glared at him. "Very stubborn."

Harry gave a defeated sigh and Blaise smirked, getting comforable as he leaned back on the tree, the pair now in silence as they looked at the large lake, a tentacle from the giant squid just breaking through the surface before ducking back into the icy depths again.

And here I am, spying, hiding behind a tree not so far away, my mind practically dizzy from what I should do now that I'd pieced everything together: Draco was only playing Harry from the start, Blaise figured it out so just fast forward the whole breaking up process that was do to come anyway by blackmailing Seamus and now he's trying to get Harry on the rebound.

Right. See. I can be Hermione when I want.

Now this is the part where I should have come out of my hiding spot, becoming a knight in golden armor (I would have said silver but our secondary colors are gold...) and telling Harry the truth about what Blaise had done and thus, getting both manipulative serpents out in the open.

But instead, I simply stood upright and as slowly and quietly as I could, began my walk back to the castle.

In a weird way, I felt like I was somehow betraying Harry even if I technically had no part in any of this. But even still, I wasn't going to tell him. Why should I? Certainly what Blaise did to Seamus was wrong but in a odd, twisted little way, even if it was for his own personal gain, he'd done it for a great reason.

Besides, I'd said it all along: Harry deserved better. He didn't need Malfoy–he shouldn't be with Malfoy.

Though deep down, I really didn't think Blaise was any better. But I had to choose between the lesser of two evils here. And for me, that was Blaise.

And right now, I was making myself far more interested in hexing the hell out of a certain Neville Longbottom–even if it wasn't his fault he'd slept with Seamus...

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