The thirteenth chapter. 'Kay.

Draco's POV

Draco sighed as he sat down in the library, where he agreed to meet Millie, so they talk about his "daddy issues."

He got there first, and didn't really have anything to do. He sat in the hard, uncomfortable library chair awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Millie bounced in. Literally, bounced.

"Hey." Draco said bleakly.

"Hi hello wassup how you doing howdy hey wassup? Oh I already said that didn't I. Wow there's a lot of ways to say hi isn't there. Huh Draco?" Millie said, then giggled madly.

"Are you okay?" He said, worried.

"Okay. That's a weird word. What does 'OK' stand for? 'KO' means knock out. I don't think you want to knock me out" Millie said this so fast Draco couldn't understand half her words.

"Have...have you been drinking firewhiskey?" His brow furrowed.

"'!" And after she said that, she fell out of her chair.

Draco rushed over to her, and saw her writhing in pain. She opened her mouth, but it was so unbearable that she couldn't even scream. It seemed as though she was under the Cruciatous Curse.

Draco pulled out his wand, trying to find her attacker, but just as he did, Millie let out a terrible scream.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, and Hermione Granger ran over to a now unconcious Millie. Obviously they were spying. Harry glared up at Draco, as if trying to burn holes through his head with his eyes.

"What did you do to her?" Harry was angrier than he had ever been.

Draco glanced down at his wand, which was firmly gripped in his hand, pointed at Millie. It didn't look good.

"I did-didn't do anything to her!" Draco cried, incredulous. He had never seen anything so horrible happen to a person that he liked.

"We have to get her to the hospital wing." Draco ran up to pick her up, but Harry stopped him.

"I'll carry her."

Draco walked to the hospital wing quietly; he wasn't even in the mood to insult Potter or his friends.

Once they made it up to Madam Pomfrey, Ron and Hermione were sent to get Professor Dumbledore.

Harry sat on the edge of Millie's bed, making Draco feel awkward. He didn't like Harry - at all - but he did like Millie. He wasn't sure whether to stay or leave; and if he did stay he wasn't sure whether he should just be quiet or talk to Harry.

"What the hell did you do to her." Harry asked softly, without looking away from Millie.

"Why would I do anything to her?" Draco asked, angry that Harry accused him. "She's my-"

He stopped. He didn't want to tell Harry that Millie was his only friend.

"Look, the chances of me hurting Millie are about the same as you hurting Millie."

"I didn't do this!" Harry roared, pointing at Millie.

"Are you sure? If you did, pleaseaim for Weasel, or the mudblood, or maybe yourself next time!"

At that, Harry lunged at him. Draco reached for his wand but was punched in the face before he could do anything.

"What are you doing!" Madam Pomfrey came up with a bottle of medicine. "Keep at it and you'll have to stay here!"

Draco wiped the blood from his nose and walked out of the hospital wing. He stomped all the way down to his dormitory and sat down on his bed. "aND CRyED LYKE AND IdIOT BABeE! hAHAHAHAH" Harry get out of the narration!

Harry's outburst made Draco's idiot baby-ish sobs worse.

Pansy Parkinson. The only person besides Millie that even paid attention to Draco Malfoy - good attention, that is.

"What is it, Dwaco?" her whiny annoying voice rang throughout the common room.

He sniffled and said nothing.

"C'mon, you can talk to me." A smile spread across Pansy's face.

"What're you smiling about?" Draco sneered.

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"That Millie girl..."

"YOU KNOW?"

"Know? Know what?" Pansy asked innocently. "No, she left a note! She told me to give it to you!"

Draco grabbed for the parchment that Pansy waved at him.

It read:

Dear Draco,

I am sorry to inform you that I will not survive today. I consumed ten times my weight in ounces of firewhiskey. We all know that the affects of that are extreme hilarity then Pbbbt! Death. Sorry, love you. Millie.

P.S. Punch Hermione Granger for me, okay?

Draco dropped the parchment. Without changing his expression, or even moving his lips, Draco stood up, said goodnight to Pansy, and went up to bed.

He didn't bother changing into his jammies. He just fell on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Tears leaked from his eyes.

Why would Millie kill herself? Draco thought. She was the happiest person I knew!

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all sat at their usual spot. Where Millie usually sat, there lay a piece of parchment.

They read it together. When they were finished, Harry stormed up to his dormitory without a word. He could hear Hermione's sobs from below.

If anyone had reason to commit suicide, Harry thought to himself, it was me. MY parents died, I'VE witnessed all the deaths, EVERYTHING happens to me!

Or maybe Draco! Everyone hates him anyway! I'm pretty sure he has an abusive relationship!

AND WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT HIM!

Harry was really angry. What Millie had done was so - so selfish! Did suicide really make anything better!

Nothing ever happened to Millie! Well, except the kidnapping, of course. But she got out without a scratch! Was it just the trauma that led her to do this?

Angry hot tears slipped out of his eyes. At least - he thought they were anger. He is known to mask his unpleasent feelings with angry.

Over in the hospital wing, Millie's eyelids twitched. She opened one, looked around, and went back to sleep.

Whuuuuuuhut? I don't really know yet. MY SISTER DYED HER HAIR.