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Previously:

Helpless, Skye allowed herself dress in the clothes Hermione threw at her. She sat in a chair as Hermione did her hair and makeup. She was so lucky to have Hermione. She wouldn't let Skye ruin her life because of a boy, even if that boy was Draco Malfoy.

Skye took a seat at the Gryffindor Table next to Ginny. Hermione sat down next to her, obviously pleased with her success in getting Skye out of the dormitory. Upon seeing Skye, each of her family members came over and hugged her tightly. Ri had obviously told them what had happened after Skye left the dormitory in that morning.

Harry hugged her the longest and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry about him," he said. "You deserve so much better."

Skye smiled weakly at him.

"Thanks," she said. "And congrats on finally getting the girl."

Harry laughed.

"It's all thanks to you," he said. "Love you Skye."

"Love you too."

The doors of the Great Hall opened again, and Skye couldn't help turning to look. Draco came through the doors and Skye was unable to tear her eyes away. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. Hermione snapped her fingers in front of Skye's face, and she looked away quickly. Hermione had been very clear that she didn't want Skye pining over him.

"What happened to his hand?" Skye whispered.

"I do believe that happened when he punched a wall," Blaise said grimly from behind them.

"Why did he do that?" Ginny asked, moving over to make room for her boyfriend. "Pretty stupid if you ask me."

Blaise shrugged.

"I actually don't know," he said. "I think it has something to do with you, Skye."

"She didn't do anything," Hermione said, instantly coming to Skye's defence.

"I never said she did," Blaise held his hands up in surrender.

"And his eye?" Skye asked quietly.

She had noticed that Draco was sporting quite the black eye. His lip also appeared a little bruised from a distance.

"I believe your brother's took credit for that," Blaise said. "Harry, Teddy and Jono. Though Professor Lupin wasn't all that pleased."

"I told Ri to tell them not to," Skye whispered.

"You know they weren't going to listen," Ginny said. "Besides, I thought Ri would have wanted first punch."

Skye winced at Ginny's word choice. She didn't want to think about her family hurting Draco.

"I told him not to," she said simply. "He listens."

"Draco doesn't like this," Blaise said quietly. "He never wanted to break up with you. It's killing him."

"Don't," Skye pleaded. "Please don't say that."

"It's true," Blaise continued, ignoring Skye's protests. "He still loves you."

Skye's eyes filled with tears again. Couldn't he just stop it? There was no way Draco could love her still; he made that perfectly clear.

"She said to stop it," Teddy interrupted from behind them. "If you're going to sit at our table, you should listen to what she says. Got it?"

Blaise nodded.

"Sure," he said, turning to leave. "But just think about what I said, okay?"

"It's not okay," Teddy continued angrily. "You have no idea how much she's hurting. I've seen Skye cry two times in her life that I can remember; the first time when she was five and the second time yesterday. Because of Malfoy. So if you're going to sit with Ginny, you better not mention his name again."

Blaise nodded mutely, obviously knowing not to mess with Teddy.

"I'll catch you after class Gin," he said and left.

Teddy slid into the now vacant seat besides Skye and hugged her awkwardly with one arm.

"I told you not to hurt him," Skye accused. "You didn't listen."

"He hurt you Skye," Teddy said. "I can't sit by and watch you in pain without doing anything."

"You shouldn't bother," Skye said.

"You know I will," Teddy grinned. "No matter what you say. I love you. When Ri told me what happened I was so angry. So was Harry. I've never seen him look like he could kill someone before."

"Don't," Skye whispered. "I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Fine," Teddy smiled. "Who do you think is going to win the Quidditch Cup?"

The group talked about random things for the remainder of lunch before the bell rang. Skye followed Hermione and Harry to their next class. Unfortunately for Skye, it was with Draco. She tried to ignore him, but it was hard. She was so used to spotting him in a crowd it was impossible to ignore his presence.

"Well, well," he drawled. "Look who finally decided to leave the dormitory."

"Fuck off Malfoy," she snapped.

Skye felt a pang in her heart as she spoke. They had gone back to hating each other so easily. Sure, they had hated each other for five years, but Draco was acting like the last six months hadn't happened. And it hurt.

"Ooh," Draco mocked. "Feisty."

"Back off Malfoy," Harry warned.

Draco eyed the twins in an obvious challenge.

"What are you doing to do about it?" he asked.

"I swear," Skye said lowly, her eyes flashing dangerously. "I swear if you don't fuck off this instant, I will not only black your other eye, but I will make sure you will spend the next three weeks in the Hospital Wing."

Draco eyed Skye, trying to work out if it was an idle threat. Skye herself wasn't sure if it was.

"Aww, looks like little baby Potter is trying to stand up for herself," Draco smirked, obviously deciding that Skye wasn't going to have the guts to hurt him.

"That's enough," Remus had entered the corridor. "Please, into the classroom."

Draco was still smirking, thinking he had had the last word. Skye wasn't so sure. Without really thinking about what she was doing, Skye spun around, drew her fist back and with a snap, slammed it into Draco's face.

She missed his eye but heard a grimly satisfying crunch which she recognized as his nose breaking. Blaise, who was standing next to Draco, gaped at her in shock. After the way she had broken down at breakfast, Blaise didn't think that she would be able to hurt him like that.

"Violence is not acceptable at Hogwarts, Miss Potter," Remus' stiff and disappointed voice came from inside the classroom. "Neither is ignoring the specific instructions of a Professor. That will be ten points from Gryffindor and please go and see your Head of House. Explain why you have been sent."

"Yes sir," Skye ground out.

She picked up her bag and stormed over to McGonagall's office. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," McGonagall called.

Skye entered the room slowly, closing the door behind her.

"Ah, Miss Potter," McGonagall said. "Why are you here? I thought you had a class?"

"I was sent Professor," Skye said and quickly explained what had transpired.

"It is rather funny," Professor McGonagall said slowly. "That only this morning I was talking to Remus about both your twin and brother and Remus' own son. I know you are close with Remus and this was perhaps why he was concerned about you. I see now that there is something bothering you."

"I'm not sure I understand, Professor," Skye said.

"When Remus came to me, it was to report the actions of Mr Potter, Mr Potter and Mr Lupin. Apparently, they had a disagreement with Mr Malfoy which ended in violence. I believe this occurred on your behalf."

"I did not encourage this," Skye said stiffly. "I had told them to leave it."

"Which is why Mr Black was not with them," McGonagall concluded.

Skye opened her mouth to question how she had reached this conclusion, but McGonagall beat her to it.

"I know the close relationship that you share with Orion Black," McGonagall smiled at Skye's surprised look. "Teacher's are not as blind to their students' behaviours and friendships as one might think. Which is why I know that this behaviour is very uncharacteristic of you, Skye."

"I know," Skye said. "I'm sorry."

"Sometimes, Skye," McGonagall said softly. "Things happen in our lives that make us sad and angry, both at the same time. Unfortunately, the anger seems to override the sadness every time. But despite these situations, it is important not to let the anger get the better of us. We should not turn to violence as an answer."

"I know," Skye said again.

And she did. Lily had engrained in each and every one of her children that violence was never the answer.

"I lost control," Skye said softly. "He hurt me so bad."

"I understand Skye," McGonagall looked at Skye sadly. "I know that heartbreak is a terrible thing to go through and I don't blame you for being upset. But you shouldn't have hit Mr Malfoy, no matter how you feel."

"I know that now," Skye said. "But I can't take it back now."

"No," McGonagall agreed. "No you can't. Which is why I'm afraid that I have to assign you a week of detention and write to your parents."

"Please don't!" Skye protested, though she knew it was useless.

"I'm sorry," McGonagall said. "But those are the rules. I can't change them. Perhaps, though, I can suggest that you write to your parents yourself and tell them what has happened. The official letter from the school won't be sent until tomorrow."

"Okay," Skye said, "I'll do that. Thank you."

"That's okay, Miss Potter," McGonagall said. "Now can I recommend going back to class?"

"Of course," Skye nodded and turned to leave. "Thanks."

"Oh and Skye?"

"Yes Professor?"

"I know it may not seem significant, but you have a large number of friends that would not mind in the least if you spoke to them about your current feelings," Professor McGonagall said. "And if that fails, my door is always open."

"Okay," Skye said softly. "Thanks a lot."

A/N Awww, so some McGonagall interaction too. Haha, hope you enjoyed the chapter–let me know what you thought!