I went back to my work wondering if he had seen me or even knew who I was

I went back to my work wondering if he had seen me or even knew who I was. He had been in the slug club with me but I was with Ron then, if he even acknowledged me he probably thought I was just a stupid muggle born who liked a blood traitor. He was a Slytherin after all. I doubt my company meant anything to him on the train certainly not as much as his meant to me. Someone sat down on my table opposite me, I was annoyed as although I couldn't stop people sitting at my table I made it clear that they weren't wanted. I had chosen the smallest table in a secluded corner and spread all my work out so there was very little space. I hated working near other people, I always made sure I had finished before Harry and Ron started to work, I couldn't concentrate and I always got Es not Os in my work when I did. I looked up angrily to meet the deep swirling indigo pools of colour that were Blaise's eyes.

"Oh, hi" I said pleased but startled.

"Not so sad today I'm pleased to see." he replied "You had me worried on the train"

I was touched that he had noticed my mood and surprised to discover he was actually worried about me. I moved off some of my unused books so there was space for his. "You're doing the Ancient runes huh?" I said as I saw him open his book to a page covered in beautiful intricate letters. He grinned as I pulled back my arm to reveal the scroll I was translating onto. "I like the text we are translating onto at the moment; it's nice that we get to see what the muggles used to believe. The Norse myths are a nice break from wizarding texts written in that period. This particular story about Nornangest is very interesting, I like muggle religions, and most wizards I know have never even heard of God let alone know who he is. Where have you got to?"

"Oh, he's just been invited to King Olaf's court."

"That's where I am!" We both went back to the tricky text.

"Why were you sitting alone on the train, I thought you were friendly with the Slytherins. They didn't kick you out did they?"

"I could ask you the same thing, The Golden Trio sick of you are they." He retorted angrily

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you angry."

"No, I'm sorry I was out of line, I just get up tight about my reasons for spending my life alone. Generally when people ask me that they are trying to use it against me, The Slytherins can act civil, like no one in there house is an outsider, it's a different story in private, in the common room, the dungeons and the dorms."

"Oh, it's ok you don't have to answer, I'm being nosy, but I promise I would never tell."

"Fine but only if you tell me why you're so miserable."

"Ok, deal"

So he told me about his mum and how she had expected so much of him, to join the death eaters and rise through the ranks. How much he hated all of it, he had wanted to join the order but he would have been the first to be hunted down. How every day he had to hide his true feelings for Voldemort or be ripped apart by Slytherins still mourning his death. And worst of all how he felt like such a coward. "There are so many lives I could have saved, but they died because I was too scared to lose my own. I killed all those people because I am such a coward. I could have stood up for what I believed but I didn't, and I hate myself for that." He finished and looked at me expectantly but before he could ask I tried to comfort him

"Blaise it was not your fault, you were too young, we weren't allowed to fight, there was no point risking your life if you weren't allowed to fight back."

I don't know why I did it? I sat staring at the strange girl I barely knew who I had just told my life story to, my hopes, my fears, my shame and my secrets that I had never told anybody. What was it about her that had made me trust her so completely after a few lines of conversation and shared solitude? Did she have that affect on everybody or was it just me? Oh Merlin why did I just do that? She's going to think I'm going for sympathy with a sob story. What if she thinks I was making a move! I wasn't was I? Ok just calm down and ask her a question, I have fulfilled my part of the deal, it's her turn.

"So why are you so sad all the time?"

"Well it's only recently but it's because I screwed up, I let down one of my best friends and I don't think he'll ever forgive me."

"What happened?"

"During Voldemort's reign the fear brought many people together, they realised they should be happy while they could. That happened to Lupin and Tonks, sadly they both died. After he fell the relief brought many other people together. It was the fear that got me and Ron; we had fancied each other for years before we finally got together."

"What's the problem then? Is Harry upset?

"No Harry has Ginny, it's Ron. For a little it was great, what I had been waiting years for. Then I started to feel really awkward, he was to much like a brother to me. I couldn't carry on I had to end it. He still can't forgive me, he thinks I should never have started going out with him if I thought that it wouldn't work, he says I dumped him for no reason."

"Aww, he'll come round."

"No he wont, he refuses to talk to me, he keeps giving me these looks that either looks like he hates me or he's heart broken."

I sat looking at her, she looked so sad; it was terrible to see it. I wondered how anyone, let alone Ron who loved her, could let her get like this. How could anyone bear to see this girl so sad. Her huge hazel eyes were filled with tears, even her bushy hair seemed limp and miserable. I already hated this Ron.