A/N: Thanks for the reviews and I'm sorry for not updating soon especially on a cliffy -.-' but heres the next chapter and I hope you like it.
"BLOODY HELL!" yelled Harry, staring at the couple in front of him. His face several shades paler than normal. In front of him stood a completely healed humble looking Ron and a bashful looking Hermione. Draco came over to see why Harry had yelled and upon seeing this couple his face darkened and he put his arm around Harry protectively. "What do you want?" Draco asked coldly. Surprisingly Hermione spoke up first saying, " We want to talk to Harry. We're sorry about what we did." Harry gulped, and he zoned off back into his 7th year at Hogwarts, before he fought Voldemort.
Flashback
Harry sat in the 7th year boy's dormitory, strumming his guitar. The sorrowful notes echoing throughout the room. Harry startled when the door opened and was slammed closed. He looked up and saw Hermione and Ron both looked a bit mad. Harry gulped, they had had rows a lot recently. They started once Harry had started to listen to punk and emo bands and when he had begun to play the guitar. Hermione spoke first, trying to be calm and understanding, " Harry, I thought you said you would stop this nonsense. We don't want you to become a…freak, like Malfoy and Blaise." Harry's eyes filled with a fire but before he could respond to Hermione, Ron spoke " Mate, we're just trying to protect you. We know what those kind of freaks do. They do drugs and they cut themselves! Harry they inflict pain upon themselves! Do you really want to be like that?" Harry's eyes narrowed and subconsciously gripped his left wrist, were he wore his wristband. This small gesture didn't get past Hermione, her eyes widened and they filled with concern. " Harry, let me see your wrist." Ron's eyes widened, noticing that Harry was gripping his wrist, and Harry spoke with a forced calmness " Leave me alone, please. You don't know what you're talking about." Ron's eyes narrowed and his faced betrayed his true feeling, disgust. " You've already become like them. You're a freak just like Draco and Blaise. Before we know it you'll be carving words and names into yourself, just like them, maybe even another lightening shaped scar." Hermione gasped and by glancing at Harry's face knew he had crossed a line. " YOU THINK I WANT ANOTHER SCAR! YOU THINK I WANT TO KILL OR DIE TRYING! IF YOU WANT IT SO BADLY I'LL GLADLY GIVE YOU THE BLOODY SCAR AND YOU CAN TRAIN POINTLESSLY, JUST SO YOU CAN GO BATTLE SOME MESSED UP WIZARD AND DIE! And as for Draco and Blaise they're my FRIENDS! Unlike you two, they've stuck by me. They're there when I need them not off sucking each others face off!" " But Draco killed Dumbledore! He used to work for Voldemort! We don't know whether or not he's truly on our side!" Ron yelled, his face turning the same shade of red as his hair. Harry yelled back, the fire burning in his yes, " Used to! He's on our side now and I trust him more than I trust you two. Draco has been a better friend than you two ever were!" Harry would have continued if Hermione had not punched him. Before Harry could even register what just happened Hermione kneeled him in the groin, causing Harry to double over in the searing pain. Before Harry had a chance to recuperate Ron hit him with the spell they had gotten from the Half-Blood Prince's book. Harry feel to the ground, losing blood quickly. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was them leaving and Draco coming to get him.
End Flashback
Harry's face paled visibly and his voice and eyes became cold, " There's nothing to talk about." Harry clung to Draco, his body trembling. The door slammed shut with Draco and Harry's anger.
A/n: wow this was a long chapter… well I hope you liked it.