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Harry P.O.V

Waking up early the next morning, I quickly whipped myself some coffee and thought about what had happened last night.

Ron wouldn't do something stupid like that, would he? I mean, this is Ron we are talking about. Not some git. I kept thinking the same thing over and over again and tried to persuade myself that this wasn't Ron's doing. Something else had caused those tears in my best friend's eyes.

There was only one way to know the truth, to go to Ron and find out. I finished my last gulp of coffee and checked on Ginny first. Seeing she was sound asleep, I checked on James who was also sleeping. I then went to where Mione was sleeping and opened the door gently as to not wake her up if she was sleeping.

Once I opened the door, I stepped in to find the bed empty. I looked around curiously trying to find where Hermione was. I heard the bathroom door open and turned around to see Hermione in an even worse state than yesterday night.

She glanced at me and tears once again appeared. I rushed over to her and embraced her in a hug. She tightly hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder. I led her to the bed and set her down. I sat right by her side and watched as she tried to speak.

"Mione, it's okay. If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to." She slowly nodded her head and lay back down.

Nobody talked for another ten minutes. It was one of the things I loved about Hermione and I. We never had to speak if something was bothering us. We could be in each other's presence and it comforted us. Our silence was our way of communicating.

I slowly got up once she had fallen slightly asleep and left for Ron's. Apparating away, I reached the apartment and knocked on the door expecting for Ron. Instead it was Lavender Brown. 'That douche.' I silently thought.

"Won-won, it's Har-har!" She called out and I looked at her with pure disgust. Why is she in this bloody apartment and why the bloody hell did she just call me "Har-har"?

Ron arrived with a huge grin on his face and I shook my head in anger. My teeth clenched shut and all I saw was red. I clenched my fist and threw one hell of punch to Ron's face. The impact of my fist hit me hard but not as bad as Ron who was now bleeding from his nose.

"Bloody hell, mate. What was that for?" He said holding his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" I mocked him. "That was for hurting Hermione. Now this," I threw another punch in his stomach, "is for having that bimbo in this bloody apartment. "

I walked into the apartment and looked around to see everything a mess. I shook my head and turned around. "You have a hell of a lot explaining to do." He nodded and I saw Lavender dab a towel on his nose. I scoffed and sat down on the chair by the TV.

He sat on the couch across from me and started, "Look, mate, Hermione was okay. I'm not saying she was great because she wasn't. I mean come on; she's not even sexy. She is just a filthy mudblood." Hearing the word enraged me and I kicked him hard. I couldn't believe I ever befriended him.

"Look here, mate, you are filth. I can't believe I befriended you. I can't believe you broke Mione's heart to pieces and I can't believe you would let this daft bimbo in this apartment." I went to Hermione's room and shrunk all her things so they could fit into my pocket.

Walking back out to the living room I glared at him. "Just one last thing or actually two." I said deciding I needed to hit him one more time for making Ginny cry.

"Did you, or did you not make a bet with Zabini and Malfoy about Hermione?" I asked seething on the inside. "Yes, yes I did." He said looking smug. 'That's it. His death is going to be today if I can help it.' I thought and punched him two more times.

I stomped out of the apartment, still seething and slammed the door shut; leaving Ron gasping and in pain on the floor. I took a few deep breaths and rubbed my temples. Not only did he break her heart, he broke all of ours. He was my friend, and yet today I punched him and beat the crap out of him. I rubbed my temples, once more and went to my last stop for today, Malfoy Manor.

Draco's P.O.V

"It's not funny, mate." I glared at Blaise who was currently giggling like a schoolgirl.

"What...do….you…mean…it's…not…funny?" Blaise heaved from his laughter.

"I mean, it's not funny, when you're best mate interrupts something important." I said casually.

"Something important? SOMETHING IMPORTANT? YOU WERE FUCKING MASTURBATING, DRAY!" Blaise kept laughing until I stood up and smacked him o his head, hard.

"Alright, alright. I got it all out of my system. But, I do have one question." I looked at him funny and nodded knowing fully well what he was going to ask next.

"Why?" He said and tried stifling a laugh unsuccessfully. "Last night, I had a girl over, specifically Pansy Parkinson. And things got a little intimate." I added sarcastically.

"Right, a little." Blaise nodded pretending to understand. "And well, after we slept-"

"Right, right. You guys slept the night. Right? I mean it's not like you guys are just fuck buddies. You guys have an actual relationship in which she cares for you and loves you and you do the same. Right." Blaise smirked and nodded.

"ANYWAYS, back to the story. So, this morning after we slept-" I eyed Blaise for another interruption but nothing came so I continued. "She got a phone call just as things were heating up. " Blaise winked at me and I groaned.

"She had to leave for work, and left me with a damn erection. And if nobody else was there, I did what I needed to do to cure myself. Now, what I didn't expect was for you to come barging into the bathroom." I added as a second thought.

"Right, right. Okay, yeah I am now caught up with everything in your life. And why didn't you expect that? I mean we are mates, are we not?"

"Zabini, you will not remain my mate or even alive if you ever do that again. And what the fuck, gave you the idea that mates can barge into bathrooms when their other mate is in the shower."

"It's my code of laws for mates. So suck it up and expect me everyday to be watching you with those muggle di-dinochulars watching you."

"Dickhead, I've caught you masturbating too so I don't give a fuck what you say. And under no circumstances, will you barge into my bathroom again." I glared at him and he raised his hands up in surrender.

Sitting in the library, I looked around and sniffed the smell of old rusted books. It was one of the things I loved about the Malfoy Manor. Actually, to be exact it was the only thing. The ceilings reached high, and square room was covered with books from bottom to top, left to right. Ladders were aligned through out the room, for access to the higher shelves and leather coaches surrounded the library.

It was truly magnificent. Admiring the beauty, I glanced at the clock on the wall to read it was 12:18 p.m.

"It's been a rather slow day, has it not?" I asked. Blaise was about to say something before the door suddenly opened, revealing Potter.

I stood up slowly only to be knocked back down by Potter. I covered my nose as I saw my blood oozing from my nose. I looked up and saw Potter struggling from Blaise's grip and trying to lunge toward me.

I winced as I touched my nose and looked at Potter who was seething. What the hell was the matter with him? Sure, we had our differences in Hogwarts, but this totally bizarre. I had last seen Potter on his birthday, to which I may say I was invited to. I mean, after I apologized and all we actually became good friends. Of course, Weasel didn't forgive me but Granger did.

She had a heart of an angel. Forgiving everybody who she could, and giving them second chances even if they didn't deserve it. And I was one of them. We had eventually become friends, as we were heads together and actually enjoyed each other's presence. She was still a stuck up know-it-all, but something don't change. Like the fact I am exceedingly handsome.

"Potter, you must have a bloody well reason, for why you have just broken my nose." I said. If anyone knew Harry Potter, they knew he doesn't do physical. It comes to him.

Potter aggressively shrugged Blaise's grip off and started speaking. "What bet did you make with Ron?" He asked in a low, dangerous voice.

"What?" I asked feeling a bit apprehensive. "Don't play dumb Malfoy, you too Zabini." Potter looked at Blaise and Blaise scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"Bloody hell, the fucking bet you made with Ronald! He all but yelled. I thought back to all the times with the Weasel and I suddenly knew what he was talking about. My eyes widened and at the same time so did Blaise's.

That bet. The bet. I knew exactly what he was talking about. It was one of the few days I remembered where I actually enjoyed talking to the Weasel. It was one of the things I regretted the most when I became her friend, but I doubted Weasel would actually keep it going. But that was back in third year, how could Weasel remember that. Even if, why would he go through it?

Potter was staring at the ground,, fists clenching and unclenching, looking like a raging bull. "Potter, did Weasel-" I didn't have to finish the sentence for him to understand and nod. Glancing at Blaise, I saw him raging in his head as well.

I pounded both my fists onto the table in front of me. I shook my head and decided I needed to go to Granger and fix this. If he did what I think he did, Weasel was going to through a living hell for the rest of his life.

"Where's Granger?" I suddenly bellowed.

"What's it to ya Malfoy? You did everything you could to hurt her and now you want to make it worse?"

"Good Godric Potter, I want to go talk to her. To explain to her about the bloody Weasel." I exclaimed hoping for him to give me a chance.

"Why in my bloody mind would I let you do that?" he asked clearly as frustrated as me.

"Look, I will explain to you more after, actually Blaise will. But listen to me, I made that bet in third year, when I was influenced my father and the "Dark Lord's" ideas. There's a whole story behind it but the basics was that I thought Weasel wasn't such an idiot. I figured after the war he wouldn't even remember and that's how I wanted it. Nobody was hurt and I intended for it to keep it that way. What I didn't think if was he was do daft." I shook my head and looked at Potter who was still hesitant.

"Please Potter, I want to make it up to her. The war took a toll on all of us. I changed for the better and you know it." I looked at Blaise who was searching through some books for Merlin knows what.

"Fine, she's at my house. But listen to me well, she better not get hurt. She better not feel worse when you leave her. And I will be there through out the entire conversation that you have with her. Under no circumstances will I leave." Potter laid his rules to which I obliged.

"Blaise, what are you doing?" I asked as I was about to leave.

"I need to do something. You guys go on without me. I'll meet you there." He said without glancing up.

I nodded at Potter and with that we both aparated to Potter's where I was about to explain plenty.

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