I GOT 5 REVIEWS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER! :D I know it may not seem like a whole lot, but it really is for me. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART! :) Well, Emolly comes back into this one…and in a big way. RxR!

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Ginny marveled at how quickly Aubrielle and Neville fell back into their old routine. Sure, they had only been split up for about 5 days, but it was still a nasty 5 days to say the least. They had fought verbally and physically and Ginny knew for a fact that they both had some sort of anger built up towards each other. But with those two, with Neville and Aubrielle, their love for each other was stronger than their problems. Yes, Ginny marveled at how quickly it happened, but she wasn't surprised.

(Sunday, November 9th)

It was pitch black in the Room of Requirement and Aubrielle could just barely make out the whites of her boyfriend's eyes. He was cradling her in his arms, happy that she was sleeping in his bed for the first time since they got back together. It was somewhere around midnight and they were the only ones that were still awake. She was running her fingers through his shaggy hair; he really needed a good haircut, while he was running his hands slowly up and down her back.

"What's your Patronus again?"

"A fox."

"Fox… right. I need to remember that one."

"Mhmm. What's your Patronus?"

"I don't know; I've never made one."

He stopped rubbing her back. "What? You've never made one?"

"No. "

"Well, I guess that makes sense since I learned how to make mine in the original Dumbledore's Army."

"I wonder what mine will be."

"Well it usually represents the witch or wizard's personality. Luna's is a rabbit, which fits her perfectly, Ginny's is a horse, Emolly's is a hummingbird-"

"Wait, you've seen Emolly's Patronus? I haven't even seen her Patronus."

"I was in here one time practicing mine and I had no idea she was watching. Then she showed me her's and she, without a doubt, showed me up. Her's is flawless."

"Sounds like Emolly. She's quite the charms nerd."

"That's what she told me."

Aubrielle stiffened a little. Neville had talked to her? When? And why hadn't he told her? It wasn't that big of a deal but she had always figured that she would be around when they really talked to each other for the first time.

"You talked to her?"

"Yeah. We had a good conversation. It was just a 'get to know each other better' type thing. We talked about you…mostly."

"Really? What did she say?"

"Well she told me that if I ever put my hands on you in a threatening way ever again, she would single handedly kick my ass."

Aubrielle giggled as she heard the trepidation in the Gryffindor's voice. That sounded like Emolly. Everyone sees her pretty and dainty exterior and assumes that she's a weak threat. When in reality, she was the most powerful witch Aubrielle knew and she was smart enough to never underestimate her best friend. Neville pulled the Ravenclaw in tighter so that she was flush against his chest.

"Emolly scares me a little."

"She means well though and I love her for it. I would so anything for that witch and I figure she feels the same way about me."

"Oh she definitely does."

(Monday, November 10th)

Aubrielle sat at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall the next morning, picking at her breakfast. She had her head slumped over to the side and Nielah was practically asleep at the spot across from her. The younger Song sister kept jerking her head up whenever her chin hit her chest and Aubrielle could tell that she wasn't going to make it through all of her classes. Luna lightly shook her shoulder, trying to keep her awake. If one of the Carrows were to come walking by and see her dozing off, well, she'd be punished immediately.

"Nie, you need to stay awake."

"I'm trying…"

"Try harder. I don't want you to miss tomorrow's lesson because one of the Carrows gave you detention for sleeping during a meal. Trust me when I say this, tomorrow's lesson is extremely important."

"Ok, ok, ok. I'm up, I swear."

Luna looked at her warily. She had mentally adopted Nielah as her younger sister and she was just trying to look out for her and that included keeping her out of trouble. Meanwhile, Aubrielle perked her head up when she spotted a blonde Slytherin walk into the Great Hall and towards her house's table. The witch knit her brows together in worry as she saw the nervous look on Emolly's face. The Slytherin was biting her lower lip and frantically darting her eyes around the room. She sat down at the very end of the bench and hung her head. Aubrielle could see that she was visibly upset about something and she wanted nothing more than to run over to her and comfort her. Stupid rule that didn't allow outer house communication. She looked at her best friend, mentally begging her to lift her head up so she could see her eyes. Emolly kept her eyes down, however, and continued to stare at her lap. The Ravenclaw could still make out the tears that were falling off her freckled cheeks. Suddenly someone came and sat down next to the blonde witch. Aubrielle watched in horror as the wizard slung his arm casually around the girl. Emolly stiffened a little but fell into the boy's chest, just like she use to. Blaise Zabini took one of his long fingers and brushed a tear off the witch's face. She looked up at him slowly and forced a smile. Aubrielle felt the anger boil inside of her as she witnessed Blaise lean down and kiss Emolly while simultaneously sliding his hand under the table and most likely up her skirt. Emolly pulled away and Blaise's face turned dark. He whispered something into her ear, causing the seventh year's eyes to widen, before kissing her again. This time, she didn't move as his hand roamed under the concealment of the tabletop. Aubrielle's jaw dropped as she watched the scene. It was so wrong to see them together, canoodling, and Aubrielle had a burning suspicion that something else was happening under the surface. The food disappeared off the plates, signifying that students had to leave for their first class, and Aubrielle kept her eyes on her best friend. She felt like screaming when she saw her grab the Italian's hand and leave the Hall with him. The Ravenclaw stomped away, furious at her friend. How could she go back to the git who raped her! Was she mental! The Ravenclaw promised to confront her friend about this as soon as possible. This was so insane that it couldn't be real.

o.O.o

Later that day, in Herbology class, Aubrielle overheard Daphne Greengrass whispering to Gregory Goyle. They were trying to be sneaky but both of the Slytherins had loud mouths and a tendency to spread gossip.

"Can you believe he's back with her? That slut?"

"Yeah, I can believe it. He's been eyeing her all year. Haven't you noticed?"

Daphne furiously chopped away at the roots of some plants, creating loud clicks of sound every time her knife hit the wooden cutting board. "Yeah, I have noticed actually."

"Lay off it than Daph. I know you've been wanting the kid ever since he broke up with Emolly in fifth year but he's never taken a fancy to you and he never will."

"But why her! What does she have that I don't?" She groaned as she sliced the plant harshly. "I'm willing to open my legs too."

"I know you are Daphne. All the Slytherin boys know it…"

Goyle snickered at the Slytherin. Daphne was like that. While everyone simply called Emolly a slut, Daphne really was one. As far as Aubrielle knew, she had slept with almost every seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Well, every one but Blaise evidentially. The wizard took his hand and ran it up her bare thigh and under her skirt. She didn't mind it at all; in fact, she loved it when boys gave her attention like that. Aubrielle felt like gagging when she saw him rub the witch's inner thigh. She focused back on the conversation, trying to sort out the whole thing in her head as well. Why were they back together? It was a mystery to everyone. Aubrielle hated this. She despised everything about this because she knew that Blaise had ulterior motives that were keeping Emolly with him. That just had to be it.

o.O.o

The two Slytherins were the talk of the school since it was new and exciting gossip. Everyone noticed them together and most people were thrilled. When Emolly and Blaise were an item back in their fifth year, they were the poster couple for what a relationship should be. Only a select few knew the real truth behind their break-up. They had told everyone it was because of 'mutual differences' but Aubrielle knew the sick reality. It was because Blaise Zabini was a foul pig that liked to use girls like tissues.

The Ravenclaw rushed into the Room of Requirement after finishing her dinner early and was relieved to see that Emolly had gotten her note and was the only one in there. She was on the edge of her bed, holding her knees to her chest and crying. Aubrielle threw her bag aside and quickly ran to her best friend. The Slytherin immediately flung herself at Aubrielle and sobbed into her shoulder. The two witches sat still for a moment before either of them said anything. They both knew what the conversation was going to be about so Emolly started explaining before the Ravenclaw could ask any questions.

"I've wanted to talk to you all day Aubs. I've wanted to tell you. I know you're furious at me. I know you hate me right now. I-I hate myself."

"Why are you doing this to yourself Em? What were you thinking?"

"It's not that simple-"

"Then tell me! Please!"

The Slytherin stayed still. Blaise had told her not to tell anyone what had happened. He said if he ever found out he would…

Screw what he said. Aubrielle was her best friend and she would trust her with her life. She wasn't going to let Blaise run her being. Not again.

"H-he trapped me last night in the Slytherin Common Room after dinner. I-I had promised a sixth year that I would help them with their charms homework but it turns out that Blaise had paid them to lure me into the Common Room. H-he dragged me into his r-room…"

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Her words were choppy and she had to stop every once in a while to regain control of her emotions again before continuing.

"I fought against him. Told him he had no business talking to me but he wasn't going to hear it. H-he's been seeing me talking to other people. Non-Slytherins. It's making him upset and he told me I need to know my place at the school."

Another breath.

"Course I told him that my house turned against me after we broke up because of him so I felt my place wasn't in Slytherin anymore." She rolled up her shirtsleeve to reveal a deep bruise on her wrist. Aubrielle gasped as Emolly lightly rubbed the wound, wincing at the pain. "Then he grabbed me and threw against the wall. He called me a bitch, a slut, a…disgrace to the pureblood society."

A deep breath.

"He said that the only way I could redeem myself was if I got back together with him. I told him no. I told him I would rather go to Hell than be with him again! He held his wand to my head and told me he had no problem torturing me. He told me he would make me beg for death after he was done with me..."

Aubrielle shuttered at the words. Those were the exact same ones that Theo had said to her when he had used the Cruciatus Curse on her. She could only imagine what was going through her friend's mind when he had threatened her so severely.

"I started crying. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought this whole thing with him was over; I thought I was free from him, but I was wrong. He laughed at me and said I was a weak witch who would never get anywhere in life."

"Where was your wand Emolly?"

"I'm getting there. What he did next…that's what sent me off. He leaned down to my face and…spit on me. He actually spat on me. I went crazy. I whipped my wand out and let him have it. I blasted him back to the wall and bound him there. I made him feel my wrath Aubrielle."

She closed her eyes.

"Then he made me stop by yelling something at me. He told me he would…"

She stopped short and held on to the Ravenclaw tighter with her eyes still squeezed shut.

"He knows I've been talking to you again. He's been hearing people whisper about it and he's seen us in the library a couple of times. He told me he would hurt you if I didn't go back to him. He told me he would rape you, beat you, abuse you."

Silence. Another big inhale.

"So I told him okay. I told him I would go back to him as long as he stayed far away from you-"

Aubrielle sprang up off the cot and turned to face her friend. "No! No! Emolly it's not worth it! I'll never let him touch me! I can take care of myself and I don't want you getting hurt again. Please-"

"He'll find a way Aubrielle! I know he will! I can deal with this. Please just let me do it. I can handle myself-"

"NO! I won't let you!" Tears were now forcing their way out of the Ravenclaw's eyes. She couldn't believe that Emolly was willing to take all that pain for her. She would not let her best friend get tortured and raped on a daily basis just so she could be safe. No way in Hell… "You're being ridiculous Emolly! We'll all be able to protect you from him and I'll be safe too. Promise!"

"We'll? NO! We are not dragging anyone else into this!"

"Well do you really think I'm not going to tell Neville about this? Or Luna? Or-"

"You can't! You can't say a word! It'll only make things worse!"

The blonde was on her feet now as well. She was sobbing again because she had her best friend screaming at her. She was going to be defiant about this though. She could handle being in an abusive relationship, at least she thought she could, but she would never be able to forgive herself if he hurt Aubrielle.

"Listen, I love you Aubrielle and I would do anything for you. So, I'm taking the hit for your own safety!"

The Slytherin walked over to her trunk and popped the lid open. She started shoving her uniform into it as well as her books and school supplies. Aubrielle stood there, flabbergasted, as she watched her friend pack. She was beside herself at this point.

"No! No… no no no no no! Emolly I-I can't let you do this! No! What are you doing?"

"Packing. Blaise demanded that I sleep in the Slytherin dorms every night so he knows that I'm being 'loyal.' He thinks I've been staying in the Ravenclaw tower… I-I have to move back to the dorms. I can't stay in the Room of Requirement anymore-"

"But he'll rape you!"

"And he'll rape you if I don't do this! Aubrielle listen to me God Damnit!"

The brunette was dead silent as Emolly shut the lid on her trunk and closed the locks. She turned to look at her friend with her bloodshot eyes. They were both a mess, with their cheeks flushed and their eyes swollen. Emolly stepped to her friend and took both of her hands in her own.

"I've gone through this before. I've been with him and I've seen his possessive side and I know how to handle it. If I play along, if I pretend like I'm happy, he'll go easier on me. You, Aubrielle, are in an amazing relationship with a man who loves you. Hold on to that. I don't want this to tear you apart from Neville and I don't want to put this stress into your life. I shouldn't have even told you about Blaise in the first place but I knew that you would never forgive me if I didn't. I know you want to help and I know you want to make everything better and you can…by not doing anything. If you don't get involved, then it will be fine."

The blonde gave her friend a tight hug and faint smile. She grabbed her trunk and wordlessly rolled it out the Room and towards the Slytherin dorms. Aubrielle hit the cold floor and cried until someone found her lying there, depressed and alone.

o.O.o

Pansy gave Emolly a nasty glare as she entered her room for the first time in a little over a month. She quietly hung her robe up and unpacked her trunk, getting use to the idea that she was here for good. Daphne came in shortly after and grunted when she saw the blonde standing there.

"Look who's back. Queen whore herself. Couldn't stand not getting it in, huh?"

"Shut your bloody mouth Greengrass."

She smirked at Emolly, "Whoa. Look who got some bite to her bark. Maybe you are a Slytherin after all."

"I'm not a Slytherin because I'm a bitch like you Daphne."

The witch walked over to the blonde and forcefully turned her around. Pansy was close behind her, ready to back her friend up if she needed it. She glared at her through dark eyes and spoke to her through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm a Slytherin because I have drive. Because I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want and protect the ones I love. You're the type of person that gives Slytherins a bad reputation."

"How dare you-"

"Now, now ladies. Lets not get physical here. I'd like my girlfriend in one piece and two against one isn't really fair, now is it?"

All three witches turned to see Blaise leaning against the doorframe. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a cool exterior to him. He stood up straight and strutted towards them. He flashed a pearly smile to Emolly and held his hand out for her to take it. She was shaking as she raised her hand to meet his. He gripped it tightly, but not too tightly, and led her past the two fuming seventh years. Daphne practically had steam coming out of her ears as Blaise took the witch away and out of their room.

He intertwined his fingers in hers and led her up the opposite stairs that ended at the boys' dorms. He opened the door and she was instantly thankful to see Goyle lying in his bed. Maybe if other people were around, Blaise wouldn't hurt her as badly. He led her to his bed and told her to sit down while he went to open his wardrobe. He undressed in front of her and Emolly found herself appreciating his nicely sculpted body. No matter how evil the git was; you couldn't deny that he kept himself in shape. She just made sure to never show it to him or else he would absolutely get the upper hand, as if he didn't have it already. He turned to see her in her skirt and button up and frowned.

"Do you need shorts?"

"Y-yes."

He took out a pair of clean athletic shorts and tossed them on the bed. She slid them on under her skirt before unzipping it and taking it off. She undid her tie and the buttons of her white dress shirt so she had on only her camisole and bra. Blaise came back to the bed, shirtless, and pulled back the covers. Emolly neatly folded her clothes and set them on a chair in the corner of the room before joining the wizard in his bed. He was sitting up and reading the newest edition of the Daily Profit. She nervously slid in, unsure of what to expect, and was surprised when he lifted his arms so she could lay her head on his chest. She tentatively rested her head on him while he took his arm and wrapped it around her. He bent his head and kissed her on his forehead and she felt a cold shiver pulse through her. The words from the night before still rang in her ears and even though he was being a gentleman now, she knew it wouldn't last long. He finished reading the Profit and set it on his nightstand. Goyle was already snoring away and Blaise turned off the lamp that was sitting on his nightstand. He turned to his side and pulled Emolly tightly into his chest so he could whisper into her ear.

"Kiss me."

"O-ok."

She reached her head up and met his lips with hers. He put his other hand on the back of her head and pushed her closer to him. There once was a time when Emolly got butterflies whenever she kissed Blaise. Now, all she could do was be fearful of his possible actions. He pulled away and smiled at her, which creeped her out, and gently turned her over so that he could spoon her from behind. He wound his arms around her and was asleep within minutes. Emolly exhaled as she heard his breathing slow down and steady. This was too eerie for words. For a moment she contemplated slipping out of his bed and running back to the Room of Requirement where she could be safe with Aubrielle, but then she remembered what Blaise had told her. Instead, she stayed in his arms and slept with one eye open.

Poor Emolly :( Review for a preview of the next chapter!