A/N Hey guys! I just wanted to say a quick thank you to the people who reviewed last week! I am so very sorry I didn't respond to your reviews like I usually do. My wifi wasn't working, so I couldn't PM anybody. :(

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Neville's face glowed orange in the light of the cranking campfire as he filled the group in on the last year. They had all been overjoyed when he took them to a forest clearing filled with the tents of other familiar people. Bill and Percy Weasley were both there, and Ron had been told that Charlie was also alive, he was just out looking for more survivors. Neville held Teddy Lupin as he spoke to them, trying to coax him to sleep. But blue haired one-year-old continued to whimper despite all attempts at calming him. Over bowls of stew (complements of Hannah Abbot, who informed them that Helga Hufflepufff was responsible for all the recipes used at Hogwarts, therefor making most Hufflepuff's excellent cooks) Neville told them how he had taken to rescuing muggleborns. Eventually, he had started to find other students, also on the run, and they had formed a group. Soon, their party had grown to such a size that they'd set up camp in the woods. He also said that he often flew back to Hogwarts to save students that Umbridge tried to punish in cruel and unusual ways.

"...Anyway, things have gotten really bad over there. She's allowed to use any means of punishment she wants, the old hag. And I couldn't let, well, you met Jane earlier, I wasn't about to let her be killed just because of her blood status. So, rode a broom through the glass window, used some Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder to keep them from seeing me, and flew away, taking Jane with me."

"Wow, Neville! That was very brave! I'm so proud of you!" Luna beamed at him. A bright red blush crept onto his cheeks.

"Th..thanks Luna. It, I mean, I didn't do it by myself. I had loads of help. I just..."

"Neville's just being modest! You should've seen him, smugglin' groups of muggleborns, right under ol' Voldy's nose, if he had a nose, that is!" A familiar voice laughed. Seamus Finnigan walked up behind Neville, grinning broadly. "Merlin's beard! When did you all get here?" He looked around the fire at his friends.

"About an hour ago." Hermione smiled at him.

"We got the message Neville sent to the DA coin he gave me." Luna commented happily. Neville's blush deepened.

"Ruddy brilliant!" Seamus said, sitting beside Ginny and Dennis. "Anyway, Neville, our little surprise for You-Know-Who went smashingly."

"What surprise?" Ginny asked, lifting her eyebrows.

"Seamus blew up the new wing of Hogwarts." Neville grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wouldn't that hurt the students?" Hermione gasped.

"Don't worry, Hermione. It wasn't quite finished yet, so no one was staying there. No one got hurt, it's just going to cause some annoyance for You-Know-Who and hopefully set his plans back a little." Seamus laughed. "By the way, Ron. Percy has been incredibly helpful with all of this. I used to think he was a bit of a prat, but bloody billywig was I wrong!"

"Percy?" Ron's face filled with amused disbelief.

"Yeah. He's our man on the inside, so to speak. Blends in perfectly at the ministry." Neville agreed.

"This is all so wonderful!" Luna spoke, taking his hand. "I am very glad that you are not dead, Neville."

He looked down at her, a soft expression in his eyes, and smiled.

"So, is this it, or are there more people in your group?" Seamus asked Ron.

"Well, Malfoy is actually-" Ginny started.

"Malfoy? That slimy, two-timing, piece of-"

"We're only keeping him around for answers. Also, he's ill, and it seems pretty bad." She shrugged.

"I guess that will be useful."

"I think he's going to be on our side." Luna commented.

"Good luck with that." Ron rolled his eyes.

"You don't have very much faith, Ronald. People change every day." She smiled distantly at him.

"Speaking of Malfoy, someone should bring him dinner." Hermione cut in.

"I volunteer Ginny." Ron grinned at his little sister.

"What? Why me-" she complained.

"Please, Ginny? It'll only take a second." Hermione reasoned.

"Fine." She sighed. "I'll be right back."

Ginny filled a bowl with the steaming, aromatic stew and grabbed a mug of water. Muttering to herself irritably, she made her way to the tent where Draco was supposed to be resting. With a groan, she walked through the canvas door and inside of the shelter. It emptied into a sort of hallway with many other cloth doors dotting its wall.

"Your foods here, your highness!" She called out sarcastically. "Or does his...majesty...not..." The sound of sharp sobs and the crinkling of paper met her ear. Reaching the furthest doorway to the left, she peered into the small, dark room. Instantly, her eyes fell to the corner. Draco sat on the dirt floor, tears pouring down his pale face, eyes red, staring at the ceiling. The bandages from his wrist lay torn at his feet. Cringing, Ginny couldn't help but gape at his arm. The place where his Dark Mark stood was red and blistered. Blood trickled from the irritated skin surrounding the mark, down his wrist, like the tongue of a snake, creating a small pool in the shallow of his palm. And, in his other hand, was a newspaper. Her stomach dropped. Taking a step backwards, she heard a stick snap. Instantly, Draco's head shot up and he hid his left arm behind his back.

"Er, sorry." Ginny whispered. It was all she could think of to say. In that moment, he looked so helpless, like a child who was scared of the dark.

"What...are you...doing...here?" He breathed between clenched teeth.

"I..I brought you dinner-" She stuttered, backing further away until her back touched the wall. Something in his eyes scared her.

"Damn you and your pathetic brother. Damn your whole little group." He rose, taking the newspaper in a shaking hand and glaring at her.

"What-"

"You know what!" He shouted, gripping the paper with his other hand as well, splashing crimson blood onto it's yellowish materiel.

"Draco, calm down-"

"Get the hell out! Just leave!"

"Calm down!"

"Get out of the damn room!"

"Stops shouting!"

"I said get out!"

"And I refused-"

"You've done enough!"

"It's not my fault-"

"Get out!"

"Not until you-" Ginny stopped. "Draco, put it down." Her face went pale.

A strange expression came over him and he glanced at his hand. He gripped a sharp, metal tent peg, which glinted in the candlelight. Suddenly, he looked very scared and he let the object drop the the ground. Then, his face filled with grief and he sucked in his breath, falling onto the cot in the corner. For a long minute, he sobbed, shoulders shaking violently. Ginny stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do. It was like watching a ship sink below icy water from the land, unable to do anything. After a few moments, his cries subdued and his breath grew ragged. Slowly, Ginny walked towards him. Before she could stop herself, she placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, but didn't pull away.

"You...I...I don't even care anymore. Say what you want." He whispered, putting his face in his hands.

Pursing her lips, she made no reply.

"My...my father...my father is dead." His voice cracked. "He died because of me. So go ahead. Say whatever it is you came here to say. Just know, I'm already defeated. It won't make a difference."

"I'm not going to insult you. I may not like you very much, but I am sorry about your father."

Draco glared at her for a moment, but didn't seem to have the energy to continue scowling. "You should have left me in the woods."

"Trust me, we were tempted." She crossed her arms and studied the ceiling. "But, if we had let you die, then...then...your father's death would have meant nothing."

"How dare you-"

"Hear me out. He died to keep you alive. The least you can do is stay that way."

"So, that's somehow supposed to make me feel better?"

"You know what, never mind! I didn't come to argue with you, Malfoy. I came to bring you dinner. Now, I'm sorry about your father, but I highly doubt it's your fault he... Anyway, you should try and rest. You are sick, remember. Crying wont solve anything, trust me. I speak from experience."

There was a moment of silence, filled only by Draco's heavy breath.

Then, he looked up at her, an unreadable expression in his eyes. "You're talking about Potter, aren't you?"

She shrugged.

"Do they have any firewhiskey here?" He asked dryly, running his fingers through his hair.

"Drinking won't solve anything either." She said quietly, turning towards the door.

"I..." Draco started, looking up at her with red, swollen eyes. "I'm sorry about Potter. I...I wish he hadn't died."

"You know what, Draco," she said, turning in the doorway, her face strained, "it doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. He made his choice, I suggest you make yours." And with that, she left.

A/N Hey y'all! Sorry it took me awhile to get this chapter posted. Wifi can be a real pain! The song that inspired that chapter was, "All We Do" by "Oh Wonder". Go look it up. It's a great song by a great band. Also, I might be posting a new Harry Potter one-shot soon, so if you will go review it once I post it, that would be fabulous!

A super special thanks to Riniko22, notsing, ArumaR, ElsaElphieGinny, AllHellBrokeLoose666, and seithr93 for reviewing! I am totally fangirling because I have 46 reviews! I really am sorry I didn't get to thank you individually. You guys are amazing!