A/N: Horribly short chapter, I know, but it hasn't been too long since the last chapter. And chapter nine will probably take forever coming out after this, since I'm not quite sure where I'm going. But it won't be as long as the last long break between chapters, I promise! And thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, and of course to my wonderful beta, Aniki the Infamous!

Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling. Yet. Who knows, maybe I'll be the next best-selling author!!!!! (unlikely) (Don't own)

Draco was talking with Harry about the next Quidditch World Cup when he heard the tapping of a girl's heels. It was exactly four o'clock, so there was only one person it could be, given the timing and Harry's wide eyes of confusion.

"Elizabeth," Draco continued staring forward, "There is no reason for you to continue reporting to me at the present. Unless there is something especially important you need to tell me?"

Harry shot him an irritated look, but Draco ignored it. It wasn't as if Elizabeth wasn't used to the treatment.

Elizabeth stepped around him, standing beside Harry so he could see her. "There are a few rumors that I think you would be very interested in, Draco."

"And you would be so experienced in my interests, would you, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth looked down at her shoes, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and shuffling her feet. "No, Draco. But it will only take a moment to introduce the topic, and then you can decide whether it is important or not. Just a second."

Draco rolled his eyes and cradled his head in his hands, before propping his head up and staring at Elizabeth. "Alright, Elizabeth. Let's hear it."

Elizabeth shot a look to her right, at Harry, and shifted her weight to the other foot. "Actually Draco, I think it might be preferable if we move a little farther away from Potter."

Harry's eyebrows knitted and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up at Draco, accusation flittering in his eyes. Draco shot him a glance and turned back to Elizabeth, sighing.

"Elizabeth, anything you wish to tell me can just as easily be stated in front of Harry." Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Harry give just the slightest nod to him.

Elizabeth shifted again, but finally stepped back to face them both. "There have been rumors going on about you and Blaise Zabini, Draco. Things about how you and him are more than just friends. Sexual, really. There's also the fact that several people claim to have heard you guys a few nights ago."

Draco closed his eyes, hearing a swift intake of breath from the bed in front of him. Gasps were never a good sign in these circumstances. Never.

There was a soft rustle of a skirt, and Elizabeth's heels tapped over to him. A hand was left on his shoulder, and she whispered, "I can give you the rest later, if you'd prefer. Away from Potter, maybe."

Draco shook his head, moving away from her. The damage was done. Even if he arranged for Elizabeth to withhold the details of the tale from Harry, Harry'd surely ask Granger and Weasley the next moment they came to see him. Best to get it over with and see how much damage control there was to do.

Elizabeth sighed, and nodded. "The more malicious gossips have noticed how much time is spent in the hospital wing with Potter. They pieced together a rough version of events, they believe. You poisoned Potter, and then have visited him so much to give him the illusion you care for him, and winning his heart. After you have it, you will crush him, torture him, and then kill him. Whether you torture and kill him or not depends on the person. Quite cliche, really." Elizabeth glanced at Harry. "And completely impossible, of course. They should know Draco would never do any such thing. Just scrabbling for stories as to why Potter got poisoned, is all."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Harry beat him to it. "Elizabeth, is it?"

Elizabeth stepped back, almost cornered against the bed, and nodded.

"Well, Elizabeth, could you tell me more about the evidence the gossips have gathered that leads them to believe Draco is..." Harry trailed off, and Draco saw him cringe slightly. "...involved with Zabini?"

"I suppose so," Elizabeth shot a quick glance at Draco, and he nodded. There would be convincing evidence, of course. If not, Elizabeth had probably seen nothing herself, just heard about it. Any evidence could just as easily be made up. Draco would have to make sure to remind Harry of that.

"Vincent Crabbe shares the room with Draco, Blaise, Gregory Goyle, and Theodore Nott. He testified to the occasion, proclaiming that he was returning to his room for a quill, and saw Draco and Blaise..." Elizabeth shifted and looked down at her shoes. "...ehm, engaging in sexual acts."

Draco forced himself to keep a blank expression. That evidence was... not easily refutable. It was probably correct, too. Draco'd thought he'd heard noises by the door. But the other seventh year's boys were so loud sometimes, and it was easy to blame it on them. But maybe he should've still checked...

Harry nodded, and glared up at Draco, his fists tangling in the covers. "Thanks, Elizabeth." He paused, and glanced back at her. "No offense, but could you come back later? Draco and I need to talk. And being you're a gossip-y person, I don't think it would be good for you to be here."

Draco refrained from mentioning the offense in 'gossip-y person', and instead nodded again to Elizabeth as she silently requested his permission to obey Harry and leave them to 'talk'. Draco did allow the thought that it would probably be more yelling, and not talking this out like normal people.

Elizabeth smiled nervously back at him, then gave the slightest nod of recognition to Harry, before spinning on the flat of her foot and walking with a strange spring in her step out the door.

Draco turned back to Harry. "Look, Harry, let's just--"

"I think it would be best if we stopped this relationship, Draco. I'm sure we can still be friends, but I don't think we can make this thing between us work." Harry stared levelly at Draco, his chin only the slightest bit farther up than it usually was.

Draco groaned, scraping a hand back through his hair and propping his weight more on one leg than the other. "Harry, would you stop quoting clichêd Muggle movie and book break up lines just enough to listen to me?"

Harry continued staring accusingly at him, but nodded.

"It wasn't my fault."

Harry raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.

"Okay, it was partly my fault. I forgot myself and participated willingly. It will never happen again. But it was mostly Blaise's fault! He came onto me, I swear it."

Harry's head had lowered at sometime during Draco's haphazard explanation, but now it flew back up, and Harry's eyes locked upon Draco's own. "It doesn't matter what Zabini did, Draco. As you already stated, you willingly participated, which translates to the fact that you have willingly cheated on me. We already ascertained that we wouldn't cheat on each other, Draco! And yet you did, which means that we should break up."

"Should we, or will we, Harry? I'm not talking about 'should's, I'm talking about what we will do. Whether we 'should' or not has very little to do with this."

Harry hesitated, but only for a fraction of a second. "Both. We 'should' break up, and we 'will' break up. I am breaking up with you, because you cheated on me with your best friend. He's probably still going to be your best friend, so there's no guarantee this won't happen again. It's easier just to make sure it doesn't affect me again by breaking up, and then you won't have to worry about cheating on anyone either. Please leave, Draco. I just want to think right now."

Draco kept his feet planted, and continued staring at Harry.

Harry sighed, and shifted himself up on his hospital bed. "Draco, please just go away."

Draco shook his head. "No. I swear, Harry, it will never happen again. There's no reason to break up over it."

"Yes, there is." Draco started as Harry spoke, and Harry looked away as he continued. "I don't want to have a relationship where the other member cheated on me. This is over, Draco. Deal with it." A diamond voice finished the statement, dazzling in its own way, but harder than anything to be expressed in a voice.

Another argument began to slide its way up Draco's throat, but Draco sent it away, turning away towards the Infirmary's white doors. "All right, then." He started forward, lifting his head as he went.

After all, diamonds could only be cut by other diamonds.