"What was that, Ron?" Hermione asked fearfully. She had noticed how depressed Harry was looking lately, and was starting to doubt her decision to abandon him. Ron, being as oblivious as he had always been, hadn't noticed anything wrong with his past lover.

"I don't know, it sounded like someone fell on the Astronomy Tower." he said with mild annoyance, he had been in the middle of a sentance about his plans to become a professional Quiddich player for the Chudley Cannons, and she knew how much he hated being interupted.

Just than, Blaise Zabini, yet another Slytherin with Death Eater parents who had spied for the Light, but of the few who survived it, came running up to them. "I...was told...to get you two..to the Hospital...Wing." he said, heavily panting.

"Why?" Hermione questioned nervously. But she thought she knew the answer, and she found she was right when Blaise replied.

"It's Harry; he just tried to cut himself to death. Luckily Draco found him in time and Madam Pomfrey says he will probably be okay, but she says he is muttering 'why didn't they understand, I'm not a killer' under his breath even while he is still unconcious and she assumed he meant you guys. You are, after all, the only ones who shunned him after he vanquished the person who was wrecking havoc all over the world." He said this last part very cruelly, and both Ron and Hermione flinched at the thought that everyone who found out about this would think, no, know, that it was them who had caused Harry's attempted suicide.

"I'm not sure he really wants to see us, but we will come." Hermione said decidedly, even though she thought she still had to convince Ron to come with her.

"Thanks guys; I just hope that'll help" Blaise said despairingly.

After Blaise ran off, saying he was going back to wait with Draco for the wounded man to wake up, Ron looked at Hermione as though heartbroken, and tearfully wondered aloud what she had been thinking for the past week...

"What have we done?"

Draco was pacing wordlessly up and down the corridor in front of the Hospital Wing when Ron and Hermione walked up; both of them had tears streaming down their cheeks like waterfalls. As Ron walked up before Hermione, clearly determined to ignore Draco and walk straight through the doors behind him (Draco), he walked right up to him and shoved him against the wall, while his wand was suddenly at his throat.

"YOU! You made him do this! You and your stupid 'I can't love a murderer' speech. You made him turn to me for friendship, me! A Slitherin; you should be ashamed of yourself. And you too Mudblood; I always knew you weren't good enough for him Weasely, and all you did by abandoning him was prove it. He should have listened to me in the first place when I offered to help him choose his friends.

"Ever since you two decided to hate him for no reason, all he has said to me is that he is worthless. And I can see from your discusting faces that you know how ridiculous that notion is; as if! The Boy Who Lived And Killed is not worthless and it is all your fault that he thinks he is."

By the time Draco finished his tirade, he was panting and trembling with anger. Hermione had collapsed against the wall and sunk down to the floor and was no sitting there, sobbing loudly, while Ron was just staring defeatedly at his feet, as if the only thng he was worthy of doing was watching his own tears fall to the ground. It was very silent for a long time after Hermione finally stopped sobbing; it was as if when told the truth, they were rendered speechless.

Finally, Ron opened his mouth to say "We just want to see him; we know we can't ask his forgiveness" and sighed. Draco smriked, amused; it was so refreshing to see this usually so stubborn Gryffindor look so defeated and helpless as he silently admitted he was wrong, but that didn't mean that he should let in to see Harry at his most vunerable state. First of all, he wasn't sure if Harry would want his ex-friends to see him like this, and even if he did, Draco didn't wand to see the once strong man assert that it was all his fault like he usually did.

Hermione, the ever observant, noticed his hesitation, and just begged on her hands and knees to let them through, while tears streamed down her face even harder.

Draco finally let up when he heard Harry crying as he woke up from another unconciousness, sobbing for his friends.

Even as Draco nodded his head they pushed him aside at the sound of their old friend's anguished cries.

"Harry, oh Harry what have we done to you?!" Hermione sobbed as she saw the bloodstained sheets.

"Hermione? Is that you? He said as he turned around in his bed; and seeing Ron, he was quickly in tears again.

"What are you guys doing here, come to harass me some more, don't you I've had enough?! It wasn't my fault, I had to do it or you would've died; he would've killed you! You are crazy if you think I wanted to kill someone, even if he was a monster; I'm a Gryffindor god-damnit, the Gryffindor, and I've hated myself ever since that battle because I killed him, but I had to do it! Why can't you understand that???" Harry said, now sobbing Draco's chest, who had went to hug Harry as soon as the three stepped into the room.

"Actually, Harry we wanted to apoligize for being like we were; you are right. It was really wrong of us to condemn you for something you have no control over." Hermione said ashamedly.

"Yeah, Harry, and we're really sorry. But I was also wondering, although I know now that I don't deserve you, and it is wrong of me to ask your forgiveness, if you would...you know...take me back?" Ron said shyly, he hated being rejected and that is what he suspected Harry was going to do.

"Of course Ron!" Harry replyed happily to the statement he had been hoping to hear for weeks now. Ron started to lean down to Harry's lips hesitantly, as if questioning Harry's answer, and just as their lips were about to meet for the first time since before the final battle, and just as Hermione was noticing Draco Malfoy give his most evilest I-am-Malfoy-feel-my-wrath glare at the couple and looking away, Madame Pomfrey came storming into the room and demanded that two of the visiters leave.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you alone Harry." Draco said questioningly.

"Of course." And the second the other two left the room, he launched into long lecture of how undeserving Ron was of his affections.

"And, in conclusion, he dumped you because you had to save him and the rest of the whole ungratedful bloody world, Harry. He doesn't deserve you." Draco concluded after a fifteen minute lecture.

"Are you quite finished?" Harry said exasperatedly. He had mostly drowned out the entire speech and thought about how happy he was that he had gotten his love back. He didn't care if Ron wasn't good enough for him, he loved him, and so he couldn't help but be ecstatic that he had finally got him back, no matter what Draco thought.

"Look, I don't care what you think, because I know he's probably not good enough for me; and that I could probably find someone who loves me enough that he wouldn't doubt that I'm still the same person even after I destroy a human life to save thousands, but I don't care because I love him. You are just jealous of him. You just want me for yourself, you selfish prat!" he said, getting angrier by the secand.

"Your right Harry, I am, and I do. I love you, and at this point, I don't think he does." Draco said before walking out of the Hospital Wing with his shoulders slumping; he looked downright heartbroken, and before he closed the door on his way out, Harry swore he could here sniffling. Did that mean Draco was crying?

A/N: Anyone who does read this PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I beg of you, I havedn't gotten any reviews on any of my stories and no one is reading so if you like it recomend to your friends and if you find something I can improve on, let me know in a constructively criticizing review. Flames will be used for better things, like toasting marshmellows!

A/N 2: I don't have a beta, so I apolagize for any spelling mistakes. Anyone want to take the job?