My Five Year
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.. Continued

"You can't say that what Harry did was right," Hermione said. "That book is bad news," she said.
"Draco is a death eater," Ron snapped. "He had ever right to do it."
"Okay, I agree with Ron about defending himself but I still think the books bad news," I said.
"Books with spells like that are wrong," Hermione jumped in. "Harry can't just go around using them. He could have killed someone."
"Draco is a death eater. We all know it," Ron said again. "Who cares! Harry might be able to work out what he is actually doing in that room with one of those spells."
"Okay," I said, standing up. "The half blood prince is not a good guy and I think we should get rid of the book," I said. It's funny now, how wrong we were about Snape.
"And we are watching the room of requirement starting tomorrow," Harry said. "We don't need the half blood prince to work Malfoy out." We all nodded. Hermione turned towards the common room.
"You coming," she asked. I shook my head.
"No," I said, turning away from them. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," I said.
"Okay," she said and I smiled, walking away from them. I needed a break. I needed to get away from it all. All we talked about was death eaters and the order. It was depressing. I mean I wanted to help but life was still going on. I saw Moaning Myrtle as I walked out of the toilet.
"Hi," I said and she giggled.
"Heyyy," she said and laughed. I washed my hands in the sink. She floated around in the air above me. There was a whoosh and she was in front of me. "Do you like me," she asked. I smiled.
"Of course," I said and laughed. She tilted her head to the side.
"So we are friends," she asked. I smiled.
"Yes, sure," I said, wiping my hands.
"So why haven't you make up with Draco yet," she asked, resting her head on her hands. My jaw dropped.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Draco... He talks to me," she said and smiled. "He's sensitive... People bully him too, you know," she said.
"Draco is strong," I said. "A lot stronger than most people."
"He feels lonely and hasn't got anybody to talk too... but when he comes here and I'm here for him. Then he isn't afraid to show his feelings and cry," she said and giggled. "How could you leave him?" I stared at her and my jaw hung open. "Why aren't you there for him too?"
"No, he wouldn't," I muttered and shook my head. "I mean… I wouldn't. I wouldn't leave him. I got to go," I said and running out of the bathroom. I stormed down the hallway and over to him. He was coming out of the room of requirement, a little bird flow over his shoulder. I knew Crabbe and Goyle would be around somewhere, watching us but I didn't care.
"You and I have to talk," I said. Draco looked around before pulling me into an empty classroom. "Okay. I defend Harry and I'm with Harry but I have to know. You were my friend. What's wrong with you?"
"What is that meant to mean? There is nothing wrong with me," he snapped.
"You can talk to me Draco," I said. "I'll listen."
"I'm not someone you can save Weasley," he growled. "I'm not a lost house elf you can set free."
"Don't play that crap with me. Tell me what's wrong," I asked, raising my voice too.
"I can't," he yelled. I reached out and touched him. My fingers linking with his. At first he tried to pull away but then he looked at me. I knew Harry saw a death eater but I saw Draco. I saw the boy who saved me at the Quidditch World Cup, the boy who tried to warn me when Umbridge was coming and now I had to save him.
"It's going to be okay," I breathed.
"No, it's not! You don't get it. I don't have an option Ginny! I've got to do this. I can't tell you. You can't be involved. I don't want to be either but I have to do it," he said and I saw the panic in his eyes. "It's my family. I have to protect them," he muttered and I pulled him into my arms. "I have too."


"Draco," I called out as he ran down a hallway away from Dumbledore's office. "I heard what happened," I said as he turned around to face me. He just stared at me. His face was lost and broken. I had just left Harry standing by Dumbledore's body.
"I didn't. I couldn't," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Shhh," I muttered, reaching out to touch him. He pulled away from me, shaking.
"No," he muttered.
"Hey," I said, pulling him into my arms. "Shhhh."
"I had to but I couldn't," he muttered.
"Hey, everything will be okay," I said, pulling down the sleeve on Draco's arm. I didn't want anyone to see the dark mark. I knew what everyone would think.
"He was trying to punish my father. He didn't think I would make it but I did. I had to…"
"I know," I breathed. "I know."
"I didn't want too. I didn't have a choice," he muttered. "It's my family. I had to protect them."
"I know. It's okay," I said, touching his face with my hands. I locked eyes with him. "I know you didn't want too," I said. "And I'm so proud you did," I said and smiled. He just looked at me.
"Ginny I…"
"Shhh, I'm here," I said, hugging him. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be okay," I breathed. I didn't believe what I was saying. Dumbledore was dead and the death eaters were taking over everything. I was scared belong belief but I had to help him. I held him to my chest and didn't say anything as he wept quietly. We would survive this. We had too.