"You really shouldn't do things like this, Bell," Draco cautions, running his fingers through my hair as I pass the tip of my finger over a candle.

"So what if I do, it isn't hurting you or anyone else," I reply, defiantly. Ever since I stopped going to detention with Umbridge Draco seems to like her more, take her side more than mine.

"I'm just saying that you're going to get yourself caught," answers Malfoy, moving him lips from my ear to my jugular.

"Why have you started taking her side on everything?" I demand, standing up and moving across the dormitory from him.

In reality I shouldn't be in the boy's dormitory this late at night. I should be back in the Gryffindor common room asleep on the couch, my head on Harry or Ron's shoulder until someone woke me up so I could go upstairs. Yet for some odd reason I can't stay away, everything about the sneaking around makes me feel like I'm electrically charged. I love it.

"That's not the truth, Bell," Draco says, moving over to me, holding my head in his hands.

"It is too," I state, my eyes locked with his baby blue ones. I want to believe him but it isn't the truth.

"Believe what you want," answers Malfoy before pressing his lips to mine but only for a second. I pull away.

I really do love him, and he really does love me and although we don't always agree. Draco has been there for me on matter what and I haven't the slightest doubt in my mind that if Umbridge started hurting me again he would hate her. Shivering, I lean against Malfoy's chest, intertwining my fingers with his; somehow we managed to make it back over to sit on Draco's bed.

My head rests on his bare chest as I trace his defined abs muscles. Tears fall from my eyes onto his flannel pajama pants. I've done so many things wrong this year and all to hear something that the Dark Lord wants to know; something that I might not even be able to get to. I feel like I've drifted so far away from Draco, it's like I hardly know him anymore.

"Bell…Bell, what's wrong?" questions Draco, taking my face in his hands.

Shaking my head I just continue to cry unable to form words. What will he if I tell that I'm pretending to date him arch enemy? He'll hate me but I've got to tell him.

"Draco," I start, my hands roaming over his face, my fingers twining into his hair. "I'm pretending to date Harry. He said that it would make people listen to me more but I don't like the idea anymore than you probably do but he won't let me tell. I know you're going to be terribly mad at me but please…." I cannot continue on.

Instead of talking Draco throws his glass across the room. The glass shards hit the floor as liquid runs down the stone walls. He is too mad for words. He can't hurt me, we won't hurt me. Will he? Draco has never laid a hand on me, not once but would he now that he knows?

"Have you told Potter how you feel?" Draco forces himself to say, jaw clenched.

"He doesn't listen. He told me that the members would trust me more," I explain.

"I don't want you around him anymore."

"Draco, you know just as well as I that I have to be. It's what the Dark Lord wants."

"I'll talk to him. Potter has no right treating my girlfriend like that."

"Draco, please, look at me."

"What? What do you want me to say? You knew I would not be happy about this."

"I'm sorry."

"Just go. I can't look at you right now."

"Draco please."

The door of Draco's room is shut in my face made blurry by the tears streaming from my eyes. He cannot stay mad forever. We've loved each other since out second year at Hogwarts. This cannot really be happening. Who do I have to talk to now? That's simple…no one, because no one but Draco understands.

Hurrying back toward the Gryffindor common room I am stopped by no one even though it is much past the time students are allowed out in the hall. Even Snape did not stop me tonight. The common room is a different story. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Neville are all sitting around the fire. I try to walk past them unseen by Ron notices me.

"What's wrong?" he questions standing up and pulling me into a hug.

To upset to try and push him away, I rest my head on Ron's shoulder, making a wet spot on his shirt. Ronald has been the kindest to me out of all of Harry's friends. He takes time to listen.

After about ten minutes I feel Ron's lips close to my ear, "Is it that nasty prat Malfoy. What did he do?"

"He shut me out of his life. Told me to he couldn't stand to look at me anymore," I mumble as Ron takes us over to the couch.

His strong arms are around me as I sit on his lap, my head resting at the base of his neck. Harry, Neville and Hermione sit on the floor looking up at us.

"He's a git," says Ron.

"I love him," I state.

I know that's a stupid excuse but it is the truth. Draco has been the only one I've ever been able to confide in besides Sirius and he's been in Azkaban for most of my life. In this moment I've given up all rational thoughts and as my lips meet Ron's I can hear the gasp but all I can think of is Ronald's lips moving with mine. It's wrong. Hermione likes Ron but I cannot stop but then again Ron doesn't seem to mind either.

Pulling away I look down at the couch, "Sorry."

"Bloody hell, Malfoy is one lucky git," says Ron after a moment of silence.

Our lips meet again.