A month later and Amy had more troubles. As well as fresh bruises on her upper arms one of her friends from her muggle circle had died. She'd attended the funeral, cried alongside her friends and returned that night with red eyes. Few had missed her puffy red eyes the next few weeks and even Cho had laid of her. She'd been back to the hall at night two more times, and each time Draco had followed her and slipped away without her noticing.
Now, she sat in a dim corner in the library, a book open in front of her but she was staring straight ahead, thinking instead about her situation and her loss. She'd stopped crying a week ago and was trying to act strong.
"Hi"
The voice wasn't loud but really close. She hadn't heard or seen anyone come over and they surprised her, nearly making her drop the book.
She looked up at Harry.
"Oh hi" she smiled weakly, overcoming her surprise and fear. For a moment she had thought it was Cedric.
"I'm going to guess Potions is really interesting from the way you were staring into space" laughed Harry, gesturing to the book.
"Oh...yeah" she laughed, she hadn't realised it had been about potions.
"I just wanted you to know...I'm sorry for your loss. You were obviously very close with the boy" he said sincerely.
"Oh....well...thank you" she said with a sad smile.
Harry's face turned hard. "What do you want Malfoy?" she spat over Amy's head.
Amy twisted her body to look behind her.
"Nothing that you have Potter" he spat back. "I already have everything you could ever hope for".
He turned from Harry as though his sight repulsed him, however Amy was the only other thing his gaze could fall on, and she found herself staring up into a pair of grey eyes that were like no colour she had ever seen before.
A/N : Sorry about the short chapters everyone! Please R&R!