That night Amy lay awake thinking. Again.

She was thinking about Malfoy. He had been making eyes at her. Or rather, he'd been making eyes at her eyes. And she realised she'd been doing exactly the same back, and she couldn't get the rock hard feel of his chest out of her mind either.

Sure, Harry had muscles, but Draco's were so solid!

The way he'd looked at her. With his blonde hair nearly falling in his eyes and his pale skin. She pictured him in her mind. A good 6ft tall, obviously well muscled and incredibly good looking.

"What did he mean when he said it was his own business why he cared about me?" she wondered. "He was probably just annoying Harry". She shrugged it off and fell back to pondering about her situation with Cho and Cedric. Cedric had grabbed her after Defence Against The Dark Arts, only this time, he'd hit her in the stomach and side.

She realised she needed a dance session but when she padded down to the hall she felt more like a singing session so she chose "Halo" by Beyoncé.

"I bet Callum's up there right now with a Halo above his head" she thought with another sad smile. Her smiles all seemed to be sad these days.

She pushed a table into the middle of the hall and, turning on her loudspeakers she stood on it and sang along with Beyoncé, doing all the high notes, closing her eyes and singing from her heart.

"Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace.

Baby I can see your Halo

You know you're my saving grace.

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face.

Baby I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away.

I can feel your halo

I can see your halo

I can feel your halo

I can see your halo.

Her voice trailed off and she opened her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and she jumped down from the table, but she heard a click that sounded like someone clicking their knee. She turned quickly. It wasn't her knees. Everything was silent. She set off towards the door, then veered right and walked along the tables pushed back. She walked past about 5 and then gasped as she saw a blonde head among them.

"You" she said incredulously. She turned on her heels and ran back to her ipod and loudspeakers but she didn't make it half way there before a strong, warm hand clasped around her lower arm and swung her around sharply as Draco uttered one word.

"Wait".

She gazed at him in horror "how long have you been there?" she asked, panic threatening to overtake her voice as she realised a Slytherin had just caught her singing her heart out on a table!

"The whole time" he said off-handedly as though it didn't matter.

Her eyes grew wider with disbelief and she tried to tug her arm free.

She looked up at his face to see him looking at her arm. She looked down and sharply drew in a breath before stepping back sharply, finally managing to pull her arm out of his grasp and using her hands to cover the bruises much like she had the first time she'd tried to hide the bruises. Only then, she was hiding them from herself.

She stared at the floor, standing there in only her red halter-neck leotard and black sweats as she shielded herself from his gaze.

She slowly looked up, only to see him looking at her, his face impassive.

I've known about what Diggory's been doing to you for a while" he stated.

Panic rose in her again. Her breathing became shallow and she suddenly burst out "It's none of your business". She rushed past him towards the door. As she reached it she turned and told him with passion, "You can't ever, ever tell anyone I come here!" before racing away.

She rounded a corner before pausing for breath. Hands gripped her bruises and she yelped in pain as she was shoved against the wall. She looked up in Cedric's eyes and her fear was evident on her face.

"What are you doing? Dressed the way you are I'm gonna guess you've been doing your pathetic dancing" he sneered. He released her, only to grab her around her neck, his grip tight enough to hurt, and constrict her breathing.

She struggled vainly, head arched back, hands scrabbling at his arm. He leered at her, seeming to enjoy her struggling. He used his other hand to hit her stomach, winding her and watching her, amusement plain on his face until shock crossed his face and he released her, clutching his own neck now. She saw a tanned arm around his neck and Harry was attached to that arm. Suddenly Ron appeared, catching Amy around her waist as she fell. He righted her and left an arm around her waist to support her and stop her falling to the ground.

"What the bloody hell is- Amy, how'd you get those bruises?" he asked in a knowing voice, his eyes widening as he took in the size of the bruises and they're exact hand shape and what she was wearing. He turned to Cedric, mouth still open but Amy had had enough. She wriggled free from his supporting arm and ran down the corridor, ignoring their shouts, her bare feet padding softly. She didn't even bother to try and be quiet; she was too panicked to bother with teachers. A few corridors away from the Gryffindor common room she stopped, panting and leaned against the wall for support before sliding down to the floor, her head in her hands as she regained her breath and thought about how bad her life was.

Harry, Ron and Malfoy knew about her being Cedric's new workout punch bag and they probably knew about her dancing as well now from the way she was dressed.

"Are you al-"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gave a high pitched scream in surprise and rolled to her feet, not even stopping to see who was speaking to her as she ran to the common room.

Neville blinked and turned when he heard voices.

"Harry! Ron!"

"Wooooooow! Is this seriously Neville Longbottom out after hours?"

"Shutup a sec, did you just see Amy??"

Harry and Ron exchanged glances before nodding slowly.

"Did you see the bruises on her arms?!?!"

They nodded again.

"They were almost exact handprints! They practically covered her whole arms!"

"Diggory".

"What?"

"Diggory. He's been doing it to her. We just caught him strangling her, pulled him off and she ran away from us."

Neville's eyes popped and he whirled around and walked with the two other boys back to the common room. Harry opened his mouth to say the password, but Ron stopped him.

"Wait mate. If she's in there, then I think we should try and talk to her."

Neville looked at him like he was a simpleton. "Well duh!"

"You do it Neville; she's more likely to open up to you."

Neville nodded, let out a breath and entered the portrait hole.

Amy was sitting on a sofa, staring into the fire, knees drawn up to her chest and arms wrapped round her legs tightly. The bruises stood out prominently on her tanned skin and the fire reflected of the tears on her face.

"Amy?"he said quietly.

She didn't move.

Ron and Harry each grabbed an armchair and quietly as they could moved them round so that they faced the sofa.

"Amy" Neville repeated, sitting down next to her.

She slowly looked at him, her eyes big and scared, the fire reflecting in her dilated pupils.

"How longs this been going on?"

She closed her almond eyes, making another fat tear roll down her cheek.

"Since the beginning of the year." She whispered; her voice nearly cracking towards the end as her eyes fluttered open.

The boys exchanged glances.

"Why's he doing it?"

She shook her head, closing her eyes again and openly let out a small sob before burying her head in her drawn up knees, her shoulders shaking.

Neville reached out for her, he was going to rub her arm comfortingly but he stopped in time, remembering the bruises and settled for rubbing her back.

After a while she looked up again and sniffed miserably.

"Who else knows?" he pressed gently.

"Draco" she murmured dolefully.

Ron looked confused. "Who's Dr-"

"Malfoy" Harry hissed as Amy hid her face in her knees again.

The boys exchanged another look.

"Amy, we'll talk tomorrow, I think you should sleep now."

She nodded and got up slowly, almost painfully.

"Wait a minute." Said Ron sharply. "Turn around. Let me see your back"

Amy turned, but there was nothing there. Her leotard finished slightly above the bottom of her shoulder blades and her skin was smooth and glowing in the fire light.

Ron frowned. "Now let me see your sides."

She hesitated before pulling her leotard forward slightly, towards her belly on one side.

Smooth skin.

"And the other side" she hesitated again before turning and with shaking hands pulling it forward to reveal a bruise even newer then the ones on her arms.

Ron's face set, as did Harry's and Neville's before they wished her goodnight, watching her all the way up the stairs.

Once her door had firmly shut, Neville turned to face the others, his face stony.

"So" began Harry.

A/N : Finally managed to do a longer chapter! Please R&R!