The Christmas holiday is over and I'm back on the train with Draco next to me. My friends still don't know about us, and I'm now worrying about what to do. Especially now I know what he is.

"What you thinking?" Draco turns to me and says quietly.

"I'm worried." I admit. He knows exactly what I mean, my friends, death eaters and Dumbledore.

"Me too." He says, although I wish he didn't.

I spot someone standing by the entrance of the carriage, Harry. He sees me looking and nods me over to him.

"I have to go." I tell Draco.

He looks over and spots Harry too, "Okay." He says in a mere whisper.

I get up from my seat and walk towards to Harry; he waits for me to be next to him before speaking.

"Have you confirmed it yet?" He asks me.

"No." I lie, I can't tell him. I can't tell him anything.

"Come sit with us." He starts to walk back to his own carriage and I follow him.

Ron and Hermione are sitting chatting as Harry and I walk in.

"Oh hey, Jasmine," Ron turns to me "How was your sisters?"

"Good thanks, I have a niece, Avery."

"Avery? That's beautiful." Hermione says.

"As lovely as that is, can we please talk about the other thing." Harry looks stressed.

I don't know what I can say. I can't tell them that I know Draco is a death eater and I can't tell them that he has to kill Dumbledore because that would lead to me telling them that he is in fact a death eater, and I definitely can't tell them I'm dating Draco because they'll never trust me with anything, but surely they'll find out eventually, in which case I'm screwed.

"Jas?" Harry interrupts my chain of thought.

"Huh?"

"I asked how he's acting."

"Oh, Draco. Well he seems no more suspicious than usual. I'm not sure if there's actually any-"

Harry interrupts me, "Jasmine, it really seems like you aren't trying at all. You haven't found anything out and he seem to hang out with him all the time now! I wouldn't be surprised if you were with him over Christmas really!" He's shouting.

"Harry, calm down!" Hermione shouts back.

What is happening.

"I just don't understand how you have no leads or anything. If we don't find out what we think he is and then it just so happens that he is what we think he is, he could kill half the school!"

"He wouldn't!" I shout back.

"How do you know?" He says in a harsh tone.

I don't know what to do, better make up my mind quick. "You know what; I don't want to be a part of this anymore. I'm done trying to help you, Harry. Let me know if you find anything out." I stand up from my seat and start to walk away.

"Brilliant, Harry." I hear Hermione say in a sarcastic tone as I close the door.

I'm sitting in the common room when Draco finally finds me again.

"Where the hell have you been? I waited for you, I saw Potter and his lot coming off the train, you weren't with them."

"I sat by myself." I say simply.

"You okay?" He asks coming to sit next to me.

"I'm fine. Just worried about you and everything."

His gaze turns away from me and glances around the room. "I'm mending a cabinet," he says quietly, "It's basically done, it's for other death eaters to get into Hogwarts." He emphasises 'death eaters' but in an almost non-existent whisper. "They're not going to hurt anyone though; I think it's like moral support."

"Moral support? Draco, you must be joking." I say to him.

"Well, I didn't mean it like that, I just mean that they're going to be there when, you know." Unfortunately I do know.

"Do you- Do you think you'll be able to do it?" I ask, even for Draco this seems extreme, although he's been mean to people, I don't think he's capable of this.

He looks down, "I don't know. But I have to, you know?"

"I know."

"Hey, Beautiful," Blaise voice calls before I see him coming.

"Hi, Blaise."

"Oh, sorry, Jasmine. I was actually talking to Draco." He punches him playfully on to shoulder.

"Hilarious." The sarcastic tone in Draco's voice is almost too much to bear.

"Nah, I'm kidding. But seriously. I haven't spoken to either of you for weeks, how's it going? Good Christmas?"

As much as I love Blaise, I really don't want to talk to him right now. And I can tell that Draco doesn't either. But I don't want him to find out about Draco and I right now and pushing him away might do just that, so I let him stay.

The next day Draco is nowhere to be seen again, I don't have to question what he's doing anymore, I already know all too well.

I'm charms sitting next to Dean.

"You what exactly happened with you and Harry?" He asks.

"It was just something that he wanted my help with but I just didn't want to help, it's hard to explain." I realize how stupid I must sound to Dean right now, but he doesn't call me out.

"Okay then, how's your non-viral spells going?" He changes the subject quickly, so I don't have to.

I flick my wand at the clay pot in front of me and it smashes into tiny pieces, "Good."

He nods and smiles at me before proceeding to practice on his own pot. "I heard about your niece by the way, can't believe you didn't tell me." He looks back at me after shrinking the pot in front of him down.

"Oh, yeah, I told Ron, I just sort of forgot after that."

"I know you told him, he was the one who told me. Are you okay? You seem a little distracted."

I'm glad I have my best friend next to me, asking how am. But I wish I could tell him about what's going on. "I'm fine."

"Ron's in the hospital wing." Seamus turns up next to me the next morning at breakfast.

"What, why, is he okay?" I ask slightly panicked, shifting in my seat.

"Yeah, I think so. Last night though, he drank poison apparently." He takes a slice of toast from the table. "Not intentionally, he was with Harry and Slughorn, something just went wrong I guess."

"Are you sure he's okay?" I ask, Seamus seems to not be too put off by the situation.

"Yeah, go and see him if you want. There are loads of people down there."

I do.

Once again, Draco isn't anywhere to be seen. I haven't seen him much at all since we got back to school.

Ron. As I walk into the hospital wing I see him lying on the bed, asleep. Harry spots me and comes over.

"What are you doing here?" His voice is dead.

"He's my friend, Harry."

"Well it seemed like you were being a bit of a cow before, didn't think you actually wanted anything to do with us anymore." What?

"I have no idea what you're on about. I'm happy being friends with Ron and Hermione." I give him a smug smile and walk past him to the bedside.

Dumbledore is talking to Slughorn about the bottle filled with poison, this is really bad. I can't help but think about who must have done this, and I think I have a pretty good idea.

Suddenly, Lavender hurries in calling out for Ron. I roll my eyes as I hear other people around me give an annoyed sigh.

There's a spat between Hermione and Lavender which I did not expect to happen at all, it only stops when Ron begins to speak.

"Her-mi-nee." Lavender hears the word and runs back out crying, I think that's the last we'll be seeing of her.

Hermione takes Ron's hand before giving me quick smile, I smile back.

"I think it's time for us to leave." Dumbledore states and I nod in agreement.

The whole crowd of people disperses from the room, leaving Hermione and Ron alone. "It's about time", I heard Ginny say to Harry. You got that right.

Once we're all out of the wing I see Harry walking up the stairs, he stops. From the angle of which I am I see him looking at Draco. Harry follows, therefore so do I. We climb to the top of the stairs, Harry unaware of my presence, and watch Draco as he heads round the corner to the next corridor. When both Harry and I get there too, Draco is gone. The Room of Requirement.

"What are you doing?" I say, Harry whips around to face me.

"Could ask you the same, thought you didn't want to help anymore."

"I don't."

"So you're here because?" He leaves it open for me to fill in the blank.

"I was just curious."

"Yeah, well curiosity killed the cat." He states, Muggle sayings.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just don't want to be caught up in a mess. I don't want to be part of the drama of it all I guess." I know I already am, but he doesn't, so I say it for his sake more than anything.

He shrugs, "Fine."

"Fine." I say back, before watching him walk away.

Its midnight when Draco finally comes back to the common room, he's wiping his eyes as he walks in, has he been crying?

"Draco?" I say standing up and walking over to him.

"Jas." He embraces me immediately in his arms. The common room is empty apart from the two of us.

"What happened?" I pull away from him but still keep him close enough.

"It's ready, the cabinet," He looks up to the ceiling to prevent more tears from coming, I presume.

"That's a good thing isn't it? It means it's almost over."

"No. It means it's just started to become real. I can't do this, Jasmine." He looks back down at me, his words full of pain.

I don't know what to say, I can't encourage him because I don't want him to do it. But I know I can't talk him out of it either. So, I just hug him, tightly and I don't let go. He hugs me back and I can hear him crying softly on my shoulder.