BPOV

I woke up the next morning and groaned. My body felt like I had been run over by a truck. I looked at the clock. It was nine in the morning and I had missed breakfast.

Madam Pomfrey came in with a big tray filled with food.

"Here you are dear," Madam Pomfrey said kindly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore, but other than that I feel fine," I said. "Thank you," I said, gesturing toward the food.

"You're welcome dear. When you finish eating you are free to leave."

I nodded and she left. I finished my breakfast quickly, got changed, and then I headed toward my potions class. Everyone stared at me when I walked in. I blushed and walked up to Snape.

"Sorry I'm late Professor," I whispered quietly so the curious students who were craning their necks toward us couldn't hear.

"It's okay. Are you alright?" Snape asked, concerned.

I shrugged. "I've been better. What are we doing today?"

"Read chapter three and then complete the potion on page 18." I nodded and went to my seat while everyone continued to gaze at me with curious eyes.

Draco determinedly kept his eyes on his book as I sat down.

Harry looked at me and mouthed, "What are you doing here?"

"Learning," I mouthed back.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "But you're hurt."

I ignored him and pulled out my book. Once I finished reading, I started my potion. I looked over at Draco and he was still reading. I reached into my bag and pulled out my potion supplies. I sucked in a breath as pain shot through my bruised arm.

When I looked up Draco was staring at me with pain evident in his eyes. "What?" I asked.

Draco's expression turned from one of pain to surprise and confusion.

"Nothing," he murmured, turning back to his book.

The rest of the lesson passed by quickly.

"Why did you come to class?" Harry demanded. "You're injured!"

"I'm fine Harry."

"Did you remember who did this to you?"

"Nope," I replied.

Harry made an annoyed sound, and we walked to our next lesson in silence.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever. Everyone was pointing their fingers at the bruises and whispering rumors to their friends. A few brave people had the courage to come up and ask me what happened, but I just told them I didn't remember.

By the end of the day, I was so tired that I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I hadn't told anyone that it was Malfoy because I still felt that there was good in him and I don't think that he meant to hurt me. He puts on a mask, but I can see that there is a good side to him.

I woke up at nine and decided to have a walk around the castle. It felt nice to be able to walk around the castle without everyone staring and pointing.

I went back up to the Astronomy Tower and sighed when I saw some of my blood on the rail where my head had collided.

Serene and peaceful, I stared out at the stars that I wasn't able to see in Forks. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned to see Draco Malfoy. I smiled at him and turned back to the stars.

"Do you really not know what happened?" He asked.

"I remember everything," I replied.

"Then how can you stand there and smile at me? Don't you want to kill me after what I did to you?"

"No."

"But why?" Draco asked, impatiently.

I turned around to look at him. "There's a lot of rumors going around that you're a death eater, and I don't believe them. You put up this mask that makes people fear you, but I don't believe that that's the real you."

Draco was staring at me with a bewildered expression, clearly not expecting me to say that. "You're not a death eater and you're not a killer, so you shouldn't pretend to be one."

Draco looked beyond words so I continued. "You're a good guy Draco, show people that guy."

I walked away, leaving behind a shocked Draco.

When I entered the Common Room, Harry attacked me in a hug. "Where have you been? I was so worried about you."

"On a walk."

"Why?"

"It just feels nice to be able to walk around the castle without everyone staring and pointing," I explained.

Harry looked at me suspiciously but let it go.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Good night."

Running up the stairs, I ran into Hermione. "Where were you really?' she asked.

I blushed. "Talking to Draco Malfoy."

Her eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"It told him that I didn't believe that he was a death eater."

"What did he say to that?" She asked curiously. I guessed that nobody had questioned Draco Malfoy about his position as a death eater.

"He sort of went into shock and didn't say anything."

Hermione laughed. We went up the stairs and fell asleep talking about Draco Malfoy.

NEXT DAY

The next day I woke up late and rushed to the Great Hall.

"Hey! If it isn't Bella the bruised."

I spun around and saw Crabbe and Goyle laughing like maniacs, and Draco looking like he wished he could disappear.

"I wouldn't make fun of me if I were you," I stated.

"Why not?"

"Because I could tell everyone that you did this to me."

"But I didn't, and I thought that you couldn't remember," Goyle said, looking worried.

"I don't, but I could tell everyone it was you. I'm sure Snape would be delighted to find out who hurt his daughter."

Goyle started to panic. "Okay, I'll be nice I'm sorry."

I laughed and walked over to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.

"Nothing. Just Crabbe and Goyle being idiots."

"What did they do?" Harry asked.

"Just calling me names."

"What about Malfoy?"

"He didn't say anything," I told them.

Harry's eyes narrowed, calculating. "He's the one who did this to you, isn't he?"

I was shocked. How did he find out?"

"No, I don't think so," I lied. "I told you I didn't remember who did it."

"You're lying Bella," Harry said. "Malfoy hurt you and you've been lying to everyone about it."

"Harry please. I didn't mean to."

"But you did," Harry said angrily. "I thought we were closer than that, but I guess I was wrong."

"Just let me explain," I cried desperately.

"I'm sorry, but I can't talk about this right now."

Harry got up and left. Ron and Hermione stared after him, open mouthed. My tears were streaming down my face and people were starting to notice.

I ran out of the Great Hall and went to an empty corridor, and slumped against the wall, sobbing. I put my head in my hands, thinking about how I had ruined everything.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I tensed. I looked up and saw the face of Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?

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