Hey guys! So, I finally found some time to write a new chapter. My holidays began today, so perhaps I'll have more time to update more quickly. I know I've been sort of slow lately, sorry! Anyway, Christmas is so busy, right? Ugh, but I managed to write this. Perhaps I'll write a new one just before Christmas, which I celebrate the 24th in the evening. Go traditions! XD
Before I introduce this chapter properly I have a question for you guys... How many Romione shippers do we have? DON'T WORRY, it's NOT for this FF, since it's obviously Dramione. But I'm thinking about beginning a new (but still working hard on this one) FF with Romione, that sort of goes 'What happens at the Burrow, stays at the Burrow...' Hahaha, if you know what I mean! :P Lol, but anyway, do you ship Romione?
SO. As for the chapter. Remember I said that I soon would introduce a new POV? Well, here it is! So now I'm officially writing names in front of every 'part' in a chapter, so you know which POV it is...
Gosh, I write too much A/N. I'll stop now guys! Hah, sorry for that... And if I don't get the chance to update before Christmas I'm just gonna say MERRY CHRISTMAS and have a happy New Year! :) You are all wonderful! Take care!

Draco's POV:
"Draco..." Narcissa mumbled. I didn't look at her. "Draco, you have to go apologize. You've brought shame to the name of our family."
"I have brought shame to the name of our family?" I hissed and turned around so I could look at her. She looked really broken, yet she kept on going, trying to convince me to apologize to Bellatrix for what I had said earlier.
"Draco, you must understand... You can't speak his name. You have to be humble-"
"Humble? Humble? Has it ever occured to you, that perhaps I didn't want a life like this? Perhaps I didn't want my parents to be Death Eaters, perhaps I'd like to be a normal kid who wouldn't get judged by what house I'm in? Has it ever occured to you, that perhaps I'd like to actually be able to trust someone?"
My temper was rising dramatically. It had only gotten worse since the fight, and I saw no reason at all to actually apologize to Bellatrix. What did I have to be sorry for?
"But, Goyle and Crabbe..."
"Goyle and Crabbe? You call those two idiots someone you can trust? Tell you what, the only reason I'm even looking at their faces is because of you. Because that's what you told me to."
"Draco, why are you acting like this?" she asked, and suddenly sounded harsh and strict.
"Why am I acting like this? Like what?" I snarled.
"You used to be fine with the way things was. It used to be okay, you used to be satisfied. What happened? Suddenly you act like... Like you actually care! Goyle and Crabbe... Those families are very dear to us, you know. We have known them for a very long time."
"Oh, you mean since you all became Death Eaters?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Draco!" she gasped, looking almost ashamed of my words. She always acted so solemn, but to me it just looked like a bad joke.
"Go on, admit it!" I pressed her and walked to the other end of my room.
"What's all this noise?" a new voice joined in – my father. I rolled my eyes, he always seemed to arrive just as the atmosphere was getting tense.
"Draco is judging us all for being loyal towards the Dark Lord..." Narcissa mumbled to him in a low voice. She probably thought I couldn't hear it, but I heard it perfectly well.
"Is that true, Draco?" Lucius asked with a demanding tone.
"Unlike someone," I informed him. "I don't lie."
"How dare you call your own father a liar..." Narcissa said and looked horrified at me, as if she didn't even recognize her own son. She probably wished that I wasn't related to her in any way.
"Something seems..." Lucius began as he took some almost casual, slow steps through the room. "...different."
I sighed and turned my back to them. Something seems different. My arse.
"Is it the lovely little friend of yours?" he suddenly asked, pulling up his wand. He looked at me with an alarming glance, and something deep inside of me told me to feel threatened.
"What do you mean, lovely little friend of mine?" I hissed.
"Oh, come on, Draco. Don't lie to your father. After all, does that make you any better?" He looked at his wand and twisted it in his fingers. "Do you suddenly feel all good-hearted, now that you've been writing with some foolish, little girl?"
"She's not fool-" I broke off, realizing what his words meant. "How do you know..." I began. I couldn't even recognize my own voice – it sounded so strange, so shocked.
"Did you honestly believe that you could hide something from your own father? Were you really that naïve to actually think that I wouldn't recognize the spell I teached you myself?"
I couldn't say anything. I was speechless. My mouth was dry, and my heart was beating fast.
"Revelio Secreto," he said and swung his wand. The letters instantly appeared in his hands. "Well, well, well..."
Why? Why on earth had I been so stupid to actually bring the letters back to the Manor? I guess I must had been seeking comfort, seeking help in the weeks I had to spend alone, apart from her... Now it all turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made.
"Don't you dare..." I began with a trembling voice. "Give me those letters, now!" I shouted at him. I held out my hand, breathing fast.
He laughed. He looked at me... and laughed.
"Draco... After all this time... After all these years... Haven't you learned a single thing? Some things it is best to hide..." He looked at the letters with a satisfied look in his eyes. "While other things... It is best to give up. I am keeping these letters."
I looked at him and let my hand fall down along my side again. I felt a lack of words, I couldn't believe he actually...
"Of course I've also thought about your return to Hogwarts. You must've been a fool if you for just one second thought, that this was all..."
I felt like I was dying. It was as if he had taken my life. My reason to live. He knew. He knew everything.
"The Ministry is tracking your wand. Every single spell you use..." Lucius pronounced the words slowly and precisely.
"And if I see that you're still sending these stupid letters..." He put the letters in his pocket inside his robe, his glance locked at me. "...I'm afraid you cannot return to Hogwarts."

Ginny's POV:
"Come on, Ginny! I said I needed some new parchment, remember?" Hermione said.
"I know, I know..." I mumbled and followed her into Scribbulus Writing Implements. I looked at her – she seemed so carefree, so happy. She was probably excited about getting her new parchment. Then she could finally send Draco Malfoy more letters when she returned to Hogwarts.
I knew about it. I knew everything. Hermione had arrived at the Burrow the previous afternoon – after quite some mumble from Ron and Harry. Though, I had insisted on inviting her. It was Christmas after all.
That night I had helped her unpack. Ron and Harry had something they wanted to talk to her about, so I just continued where she left. But then... I found some parchment with handwriting on it. At first I thought it was only just some notes to one of her many classes, but when I took a better look at it I saw that there were two different handwritings. It was letters. One on the front, one on the back. They were signed H.G and D.M.
H.G. obviously stood for Hermione Granger, that was clear. But D.M... I remembered that I had looked at the door to see if she would return soon. It sounded like a fight was going on upstairs, so I assumed it would take some time.
With a trace of guilt I began reading. I quickly came to the conclusion, that whoever D.M was, it was a Slytherin. And which Slytherin did I know, who had the initials D.M.?
None other than Draco Malfoy. I couldn't understand why Hermione hadn't figured that out – it seemed so easy to me, but apparently she didn't know anything about his real identity.
So here we were, inside Scribbulus Writing Implements. Hermione was looking eagerly at some parchment, while I stood in a corner, thinking about the whole situation. Was it wrong if I told her? She ought to know who she was writing with, but what if I ruined whatever was going on between them? The letters had seemed like a mixture of friendly feelings, and what was worse...
I didn't know what to do. If I told her, she would probably be devastated. Through the letters I found out that things with her, Harry and Ron wasn't going that well. She kept writing things about how he was her only hope, and so did he.
I had a hard time believing that what Malfoy had written was true – but perhaps there really was a hurt boy underneath the surface? Perhaps he really did regret all the things he had done?
No matter what I decided not to be as naïve as Hermione. I wouldn't fall for his tricks. But she had, and she had fallen bad. It was easy to see, that whatever was on her mind, it was going in a more-than-friendly way.
As much as I didn't want to hurt Hermione by telling her, I wanted to give Malfoy a chance. I thought it was the right thing to do – after all, they seemed to get along quite well when they didn't know who they were writing with. I was sure that whenever they would find out, it would come as a shock to them.
I had read about how they had planned to meet, but failed. Perhaps something was missing. Something that could help them along on their way. Maybe they needed support from someone. And maybe that someone... was me.