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'Hey!' yells Draco from behind.

The boy jumps apart from me.

'What were you doing!' says a fuming Draco glaring at the boy.

I blush furiously.

Draco whips out his wand.

'I leave the room for five minutes, and I come back to see you running your hands all over my sister,' says Draco angrily.

'You've got it all wrong, mate,' says the boy at once.

'Don't lie! I've seen you looking at her before too, you know,' says Draco, 'I didn't say anything because I thought that I was the one reading too much into it. Just because my sister is-is-I mean just because she doesn't defend herself, you think you can do whatever the hell you want?'

'It wasn't like that!' says the boy, but Draco ignores him.

'Are you alright, Ebbie?' says Draco turning to me, 'I'm so sorry, I'll make sure he never comes near you again.'

I want to explain to Draco, but I don't know how. What am I to explain? I don't know how to put my feelings into words.

'Draco, listen to what I have to say,' says the boy at last.

'You really have anything to say after what I just caught you doing?' says Draco, 'Are you going to tell me that I am the one who's overreacting, and I saw wrong and you were actually standing ten feet apart from her?'

'No!' says the boy, 'I just want to tell you that...well, I...I have feelings for your sister...'

'Well of course you would say that!' says Draco fiercely, 'Where are your feelings? In your pants? Is that what this is about? Its always about that, isn't it? It was like that when you hooked up with my girlfriend!'

'Draco, that was over a year ago, you both had broken up, and I was drunk,' says the boy, 'And you know how sorry I am for that. Besides, Pansy was-is a bitch. You know that.'

'She may have been one, but not my sister, ok?' says Draco, 'I won't stand by and watch while you...'

'Let me finish,' says the boy, 'Your sister likes me too, Draco. You can ask her, if you don't believe me.'

Draco looks at me. 'Is this true?' Draco says to me in a gritted voice.

I nod.

'Get out of my house!' says Draco to the boy.

'No!' I say loudly.

'You be quiet!' says Draco to me.

'Mate, I really think...' began the boy.

'Shut up! You've done enough,' says Draco, 'Get out, and don't you ever talk to me again.'

The boy leaves the room.

'You can't do this,' I say pacing up and down the room as I always do whenever I am upset.

Draco narrows his eyes at me.

'I like him!' I shout.

'Well, you are crazy!' yells Draco in my face, 'That's what everyone says. That's why Father's mad at you and that's why Mother keeps crying. And that's why we have to keep taking you to St. Mungo's. ITS BECAUSE YOU'RE MAD!'

'I'm not mad!' I scream and run out of the room.

I run as fast as I can towards the library. Draco's words are still echoing in my ears. I hear running footsteps following me. I expect its Draco.

I run faster. I know Draco will eventually catch up with me. I'm not really trying to run from him. I just want to make it a little harder to reach me. I know he wants to say sorry.

'Wait!' cries Draco from behind me. I skid across the hallway, and disappear round the corner.

'WAIT!' yells Draco panting.

This reminds me of when I was six. I would run around the whole house, while Draco would try and catch me. Then Father would suddenly emerge out of a room and yell himself hoarse at us. As I think of this, a smile plays on my lips. Then I remember why i'm running, and what Draco said to me, and how he turned the boy out of the house, and my smile vanishes.

'Stop!' says Draco catching hold of my sleeve. I turn around to face him.

'I'm sorry,' says Draco.

I narrow my eyes.

'I'm sorry for what I said to you,' he says, 'You know its not true, not one bit.'

I glare at Draco.

'I know what you are thinking,' says Draco, 'You're thinking why I turned Blaise out of the house. Listen Ebbie, he's not a nice guy, okay. Trust me when I say that.'

'He's your friend,' I say.

'I know,' says Draco, 'I suppose, I'm not a nice guy either. At least not at school. Well, Blaise- and I are sort of partners in crime. And when it comes to girls, he can't be trusted. He can be charming when he need to be.'

I shake my head.

'I know you don't believe me,' says Draco, 'But its the truth. At Hogwarts, he hooks up with a different girl every week...'

'Then he's changed now,' I say.

I don't think so,' says Draco. Just at that moment, a house elf appears in the hallway.

'Mistress Malfoy, your Father wishes to speak with you,' he says.

I exchange glances with Draco.

'What did you do now?' says Draco. I shake my head, and follow the house elf towards father's room. Draco follows us.

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