Ok, I'm really bored of doing these, so… yeah. Um… in about a few months, the Blue M&M and I, (Eloise J. Malfoy, or The Orange M&M) will be co-writing a story about US! And a thing we did. So please enjoy this, review NICELY, and check out our new one in a few months. Also, Blue M&M requested that I put a message up from her. She still calls herself my manager, even though she isn't.

Elliebronbron! I am really cross that you said something so rude to my client! Just you wait!

Sincerely, The Blue M&M

As you can tell, she's a little sensitive. Ok, make that a lot sensitive. Also, I'm sorry it's taken me a while to update. I was writing my new story, 'When We Interfered: The M&M Story'. It's about me and my so-called manager. Okay now, onto the story!

CHAPTER 16

Ronald Weasley dropped to the ground dead. "No!" Hermione screamed, then looked to find the murderer. To everyone's surprise, Headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore had his wand drawn, a smirk on his old face. Hermione felt the first wave of anger towards the Headmaster for the first time.

Ooo

"It had to be him, didn't it, Hermione?" Ginny sobbed, the two girls hugging each other on the warm sofa in the Gryffindor common room, crying their eyes out. Hermione just nodded. "But why did Dumbledore do it, of all people?"

"I could ask you the same question." Harry asked.

"Harry?" Ginny asked, looking up from Hermione.

"You were supposed to be at detention with Dumbledore, but he was there. You weren't. What happened?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Detention was meant to be before dinner, and it was. I wasn't hungry!" she protested.

"Ok. Come here." Harry opened up his arms. Ginny ran into them, and Hermione wiped her tears away and left for the room of requirement.

Flashback

Draco looked on the verge of tears. "Room of Requirement, soon as you can." He mouthed, and Hermione nodded. Tears were streaming down her face, but she walked up to the staff table and yelled at Dumbledore.

"Watch out, death is coming your way!" she cried sadly and angrily. She ran to find Ginny and Harry, of which were not in a very good state.

End of flashback

"Hello." Draco said, without turning to face Hermione. "How are you?" Hermione stopped in her tracks, and burst into tears again.

"It's not fair! He never did anything wrong!" She cried, and Draco ran towards her from the other side of the room of requirement, hugging her tightly but gently.

"I know. You'll be okay." Hermione shook her head.

"He was a big part of my life. But now he's…" Hermione sobbing was muffled as she pressed her face into Draco, and he squeezed her.

"Calm down, shh…" Draco said, and Hermione felt so safe in his arms. "He's not gone. He's still in here." Draco placed one of his arms over Hermione's heart. He felt captivated in the hug, and so did Hermione. They both let out what neither expected the other to say.

"I love you." They pulled back from each other, looking at the other in disbelief. Hermione grabbed Draco and hugged him again. Draco let tears run down his cheeks. He would never admit it to anyone else, but he was sad about Ron's death.

"I'll miss him." Hermione said, yet another tear falling.

"You know what? Me too." Hermione looked up at Draco, and didn't know what to do. He was crying. Draco Malfoy was crying over Ronald Billius Weasley. Draco pulled Hermione close to him again, and started making soft sobbing noises.

"What did you just say, Malfoy?" Harry asked, and Hermione and Draco looked up and pulled away.

"He said 'me too'. He says he will also miss Ron." Hermione wiped her tears. "And I believe him. Also, stop calling him Malfoy. It's DRACO for god's sake."

Harry was taken aback by Hermione's harsh words about calling Malfoy 'Draco'. "O-ok."

"Potter, what is wrong with my name? Everyone says it like its venom. I don't want to be a Death Eater! I hate Voldemort. But I have to go along with my parents. I hate it." Draco yelled.

"Draco, there is nothing wrong with your name. It's not venom. Sure, your father's name is not one anyone likes. But nothing is wrong with your name. Remember that." Draco nodded.

"Why are you crying, Ma-Draco?"

"Harry! It's none of your business!"

"Hermione, it's ok. Po-Harry, I was crying for…" Hermione looked at him. "Ron."

Harry's jaw dropped. He looked like he had just been told he was Voldemort's grandson. But Hermione told him to stop and he did. He explained that he was just gobsmacked, but then the door to the room of requirement opened once more.

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH A MUDBLOOD HUGGING YOU?!" screeched Bellatrix Lestrange.