Later That Year

Gryffindor Common Room

Allie, Taylor and I are lounging around the common room at 1 in the morning. None of us really feel like going to bed. It's been a very "eventful" year so far.

"Does it seem sort of eerie to you guys that what's happening around us is exactly what happens in the book?" I ask suddenly.

"I thought by now you would have gotten over that," Taylor teases me.

"I have…I mean I thought I had. It's just I thought that I had actually changed Draco. Yet he's still acting like a prick to Harry and Ron. Not to mention he still tried to kill Dumbledore with both the necklace and the mead, and we all know how well those turned out. I just can't believe he's still going through with all of the Death Eater activities."

"Yeah, boys are prats," Allie sighs. "Hey, I've got a question for you."

"Shoot."

"Is Draco really a Death Eater? I mean you've seen him naked. Have you ever checked?"

"You know what, I've never actually looked. I guess I was too distracted by other things and other body parts. Next time we have sex, I'll make sure I look at his left arm," I sarcastically respond.

"Seriously. If he is a Death Eater, then there's going to be a lot of trials that he's going to have to go through. Not to mention some time spent in Azkaban," Allie states.

"Please don't say that. Fine, I'll check it out and pray to Merlin he's not. Even so, I'll stick by him through whatever."

We all become silent again as we think of all the drama that we've been through these past years.

"Rae?..." Taylor hesitantly asks.

"Yeah Taylor?"

"Are you ready? I mean are you going to be ok after this year. Not only with Draco getting the sectumsempra curse, but also Draco working for Voldemort."

"No, not really, but I guess I have to be. I can't change anything, as I have found out. I know that Draco's supposed to hide with me this summer and become a spy, but I have a bad feeling about this whole thing. Being a spy just doesn't sound like Draco to me. Plus, Draco's become really distant, again. We've barely spent any time together, since he's so busy fixing that stupid vanishing cabinet. Every time we are together, he's too tired to actually do anything. We haven't had sex in months! I just wish that I could tell him everything and help him."

"I'm sorry, Rae. That blows," Taylor gives me a hug of support.

"Why can't you help him?" Allie asks out of the blue.

"What do you mean?"

"Well have you ever wondered why Snape is just randomly near the bathroom when the whole Harry/Draco incident happens?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"How come you can't be the one to direct him there? You know when and where it's going to happen. You can say that you thought you heard a disturbance in the boy's bathroom and you need him to check it out. That way Snape can be there in time to help Draco from bleeding to death," Allie explains.

"Allie you're brilliant!" I go and give her a bone-crushing hug.

"Alright! Alright! I get it! Now please let me breathe."

"Sorry! Got a little excited there," I say while taking a nice, deep, soothing breath. "I just hope Draco doesn't scar too badly. I don't want anything marring that perfect body of his," I drool.

Allie and Taylor both hit me with a pillow.

"What? What did I do?" I cry.

"Nothing…" they both say suspiciously.

"Oh it's so on," I say before hitting both of them with pillows. Even though I was in the midst of a pillow fight war, all I could think of was my plan to save my beloved.