I wish I owned it, but J. K. and Stephanie do, so I will go cry in my corner because I'm not a genius like them.

Chapter 3

"What do you want Malfoy?" is what I managed to growl out. So many things were running through my mind. Why is he here and not in Azkaban? Is he my Head partner? Did he really try to kill Dumbledore?

Draco and I used to be friends, and we still were when I left for Forks. I always had a crush on him, but I never acted on it. I used to regularly owl him, and we would always send funny stuff to each other.

I taught him how to use the internet, and got him an IPod for Christmas in 4th year. No one knew that we were friends, and we wanted to keep it that way.

I knew that if Draco's dad, Lucius, had found out we were friends, he would have beaten Draco. Lucius was the one that beat the idea of blood purity into Draco. Literally, he beat him. If Draco even spoke to a Muggle or a Muggleborn, he would beat him.

If my brother and my other friends had found out about my and Draco's friendship, they would have started, to hate me. Draco knew that my brother and the Weasleys were my only family, and he didn't want to hurt me.

When I got back, Harry gave me all of the information about the war, including Snape loving our mom, Dumbledore finding a cure for his poison hand, Dumbledore barely escaping death by Draco, and Draco letting Death Eaters inside the school.

The only thing I wanted to know is why he did what he did? I know that his father made him become a Death Eater, but we both agreed that he would try to stay on the down low. All of a sudden, in the middle of his 6th year, Draco stopped sending me owls. I had thought it was something that I had said, but I couldn't think of anything.

It's not that mad at him, I'm just very disappointed in him. I really do miss him, though.

"Can I talk to you Bella?" he asked softly. When I looked at his face, all I saw was remorse and sadness. I nodded my head, gave Luna a remorseful look, and followed him up the stairs to his room. He closed the door and sent it a locking and soundproof spell.

"What do you want?" I asked. He rushed over to me and engulfed me in a hug. "Bella," he said breathlessly, "I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried about you." He tightened his arms around me. I pushed him away and said snidely, "You didn't seem worried when you tried to kill Dumbledore!" He looked shocked for a second, but then his face hardened and he yelled, "I did that for you! Everything I did in this stupid war I did for you. I let Death Eaters into the school for you! I didn't want to. I didn't want to try to murder Dumbledore, either! I did that for you, too! Voldemort threatened to find you and kill you! He got past my Occulmency walls and saw our whole relationship! I did everything because I'm in love with you dammit! I have ever since 4th year. Arabella Potter, I love you. I have wanted to tell you that for a long time, too! I didn't want you to get hurt because you were dating me! I love you, god dammit! I love you." He said the last part softly and looked into my eyes intensely.

I sat there shocked for a moment, thinking it over. I can't believe he feels the same about me as I feel about him. On the inside I was jumping for joy, but on the outside I kept on a blank expression. I could see fear in his eyes as I stood up and walked up to him.

I reached up and softly pressed my lips to his. He was frozen in shock for a second, but then he recovered and kissed me back. His lips molded against mine perfectly as he kissed me back. After a few minutes of pure bliss, I pulled away from him and said, "I love you too."

A giant smile broke out on his face, but was quickly replaced with a frown. "What about your brother and your friends?" He asked worriedly.

"We can deal with them together tomorrow," I said, "but for now, let's just concentrate on you and me."

With that he picked me up and carried me to his bed. He placed me down under the covers and got in behind me, my back against his chest, and wrapped his arms around me.

That night we fell asleep in comfortable silence, neither of us fearing what was going to happen tomorrow.