"He's not worth it."

"And you're only pathetic."

"Draco, you are no assassin."

"Draco." The word sounded bitter on his father's tongue as he whispered it through clenched teeth.

"Don't be shy sweetie. Come over."

"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!"

"Draco Malfoy, SLYTHERIN!"

"You filthy little mudblood."

"I have to kill you. Or he's gonna kill me."

The cold clammy fingers wrapped around his arm. His whispered breaths cause shivers to run up Draco's spine.

"Don't touch anything, Draco." Lucius Malfoy whispered through clenched teeth as he slams the fangs of his cane snake down into the soft but scarred flesh of Draco's hand.

Stomach, face, head, leg, arm, foot, face, hand, shoulder, calf, head, chest, jaw, nose, almost eye, hand.

Waking up in a cold sweat with words ringing in his ears Draco pants and clutches the back of his left hand.

"Yes, sir. Yes, father. Of course. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I always said yes! Why did I say yes?" Draco askes aloud holding his head in his hands as he tries to regain his breath.

So he wouldn't hit you. Or curse you, or send you to the celler, you fool. Draco answers himself.

He only hit me on holidays. Making sure no one saw what happened. Crabbe and Goyal always thought it was amazing that I stayed so thin. They always asked why I was so pale and always had bandages around my wrist. Go stuff your faces with funnel cake you blithering idiots.

"That house was a fucking nightmare." Draco sighs as he looks around his dingy room.

Peeling striped wallpaper. Old squeaky floorboards with gaps and holes. A rusty sink and toilet in the corner. A small bed with moth eaten sheets. And two windows with gaps that blow in the cold air. Three suitcases. Each snuck out of his house at night.

"I need a drink." He mutters running his fingers along the floor.

Finding the right floorboard he lifts it and pulls out a bottle of Fireball. Screwing the cap off, Draco takes a swig. The all familiar burn stings the inside of his cheeks. Makes his eyes water and the trail of alcohol streams down his throat and lights it on fire. It burns. A few tears squeezed from his eyes and his sniffs the clear snot falling from his nose.

It hurts, and it numbs at the same time. It feels so good. Bringing the bottle to his lips once more, Draco takes another drink.

~'£'~

"It's not a good idea," Ron said.

"It's the only way," Hermione said.

"Harry won't like."

"I don't expect him too."

"Ginny won't either."

"That's debatable."

"Hermione, it will just end in more disaster," Ron said running his fingers through his hair.

"How else are we going to put this whole thing behind us? We aren't going to pretend for the rest of our lives that it didn't happen."

"I know that Harry and I would be fine with it like that." Ron shrugged.

"We owe it to Ginny at least." Hermione prodded.

"We actually don't owe her anything. She's the one that kept it a secret from us. Remember?"

"I'm going to write it. Seal it, and then tell them. It will be their choice whether or not to send it to him."

"It's still not a good idea." Ron sighed. "But go ahead."

"I knew you'd think so!" Hermione smiled.

"If they ask I had no part in deciding this."

"Okay, love." Hermione laughed falling into Ron's arms.

He gave a small frown and kissed her head. Resting his face on the crown of her head Ron felt small fingers running up his back and neck.

Squirming Ron gasped.

"Stop! That tickles!" He cried squirming more.

"Oooh, so Ron Weasley is ticklish." Hermioen cooed flipping onto her stomach and wiggling her fingers.

"I'm warning you 'Mione," Ron said sternly. "Don't."

"Fine." Hermione sighed placing her head in her hands. "Just kidding!" Laughing in a surge of bravery she tickled Ron's core. Causing him to double over and grab at her hands.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Hermione! Stop! I can't breathe! Ahh!!!"

"Fine, I'll stop for now!" Hermione said slyly. "But mark my words! I will use this against you. It will happen! What why are you smiling? It's ruining my dramatic moment." Hermione asked in false annoyance and disappointment.

"Oh, it's just your so cute." Ron sighed. "But, I also know something you don't know." He winked at her and stood up.

"How? I am Hermione Granger! I know everything!" Hermione cried triumphantly. Pumping her fists in the air.

"Whereas that might be true, can you do this?" Ron said and then picked Hermione up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey!" She cried and attempted to turn around and look at Ron. "That's not fair! You're taller than me!" She said hitting his back playfully.

"I am also stronger!" Ron laughed back, carrying her up the stairs from the third-floor living room. "You forgot stronger."

He maneuvered the stairs and squirmed multiple times before stopping.

"You keep moving like that and I'm gonna end up dumping you down the stairs." He scolded playfully.

"Fine," Hermione said stubbornly.

She went limp like a cooked noodle. Tried to make it harder for Ron. She stifled her laughter with her hand as Ron struggled to keep Hermione evenly balanced on his shoulder.

"Are we going to your room?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Ron grunted going up the last flight of stairs.

"Why?" Hermione asked in her best imitation of a small child.

"Because I cannot deal with one more minute of stress," Ron said shuffling to open his door.

"What stress?" Hermione questioned.

"Well between all this Malfoy-"

"Draco." Hermione interrupted. "Sorry, continue."

"Draco or whatever, all that drama and stress. And they have put me on some cases where I have to interrogate suspects. I don't like doing that. I just want to have some fun. We never do that anymore."

"Fair," Hermione answered as Ron gently dropped he t
on his bed.

"But you know what makes me feel better?" Ron asked looking deep into Hermione's eyes.

"What?" Hermione asked comically to amuse Ron.

"This."

Then place one hand on the left side of her waist and the other in her hair on top of Hermione's right ear. Hermione started leaning back and Ron followed her movements. She was resting on his pillows with her arms draped over Ron's shoulder. He was half laying on Hermione, but not crushing her with his weight by leaning on his left elbow.

Hermione and Ron's lips meet. This wasn't like a kiss they had shared before. This kiss sent tingles through Hermione's legs and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Ron's heart started pumping out of his chest and the hairs on the back oh his neck stood up.

The kiss itself was soft and tender. It felt like sparks were dancing across their lips. It was strong but gentle. Their lips seemed to speak for themselves. Caught in the moment and lost in bliss Hermione deepened the kiss. Opening her mouth she ran her fingers through Ron's hair.

Sighing Ron moved his lips and kissed the corners of Hermione's mouth, then her cheeks in small quick kisses full of lust. The down her jawbone and her neck, to her collarbone. Hermione tilted her head and entrapped her lips in Ron's once more.

Getting lost in the kiss and each other once more Hermione wrapped her legs around Ron's sides and he pulled away from her momentarily.

"You want to do this?" Ron questioned her.

She looked at him for a few seconds, straight in the eye. In response, Hermione crushed her lips against Rons and began to fiddle with her shirt.

He pulled away again. "What about Harry and Ginny?"

Hermione stared at him for a few seconds blinking her eyes rapidly.

"In Romania for a game, and to visit Charlie."

"Oh."

Rolling her eyes and sighing with a smile Hermione began to kiss him again. More passionate than before.

(And...)

~'£'~

"We're home!" Ginny called once she and Harry had walked through the front door. "Hello?" She called again, looking around confused.

"GINNY!" Hermione squealed running down the stairs and throwing her arms around her best friend in a tight embrace.

"Oh!" Ginny groaned on impacted then squealed herself. "Hermione I'm so glad to see you!"

"Me too. Now c' mon!" Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm and started dragging her towards the stairs.

"Oh- okay," Ginny said confused and dropping her things.

Hermione looked over her shoulder at a stunned Harry. "Hi, Harry." She smiled giving a little wave.

Harry held his hand up acknowledging her. He scratched the back of his neck and shook his head once Hermione had continued to drag Ginny up the stairs.

"What! Why are we here?" Ginny questioned once Hermione had dropped her hand?

"Would the boys look for us in here?" Hermione questioned locking the door and muffling the inside of the room with a spell.

They were in the second-floor bedroom, across the hall from the drawing room, it had one king-sized bed and when the Order held meetings here in the summer it was where Aurther and Molly Weasley slept.

"No, but - wait, why did you put up a muffler spell?" Ginny was very confused and looked at Hermione with her head cocked.

"Ginny, " Hermione said very seriously and turning around.

"What?" Ginny asked looking at her still confused.

"You're not ready for this," Hermione said looking at her eyes intensely and putting her hands on Ginny's shoulders.

"Wow me Hermione," Ginny said sarcastically looking at Hermione.

"Well, Ron and I -" Hermione trailed off regretting her words.

"You and Ron?" Ginny questioned.

"Well, we-"

Ginny interrupted Hermione with the long loud gasp. She took air in quickly, her mouth was hanging open and she was eyes wide

"You didn't!" She gasped out of breath.

"Yes!" Hermione said smiling wide and giggling like a little school girl.

Ginny screamed excitedly. And Hermione joined.

Once they had stopped screaming both girls fell back on the bed. A huge cloud of dust puffed upon the impact of their bodies caused each to couch and fan the air.

"Wait," Ginny said suddenly snapping her head towards Hermione. "Do I have to yell at you about condoms now?"

"No, because unlike you and Harry, Ron and I are very sophisticated and organized people. We are not crazy and or spontaneous."

"You say that like it's a good thing. Ginny giggled and jumped up to run from her friend's wrath.

Jumping up Hermioen pretends to lunge at Ginny but then started laughing and holding her stomach.

"What kind of drugs did you get into?" Ginny questioned with her eyebrows raised.

"Let's go downstairs," Hermione said.

"You are definitely on drugs," Ginny muttered as she a Hermione walked out of the room.

"I am hungry!" Hermione defended.

"Hungry, drugs, same thing," Ginny said back laughing at Hermione's appalled reaction.

Walking down to the kitchen Ginny and Hermione enter. Both Ron and Harry who are sitting at the table close their mouths and start fiddling awkwardly.

"So, " Ginny says slouching down in her seat. "What were you guys talking about."

"The dishwasher is broken!"

"Quidditch!" The boys answer loudly over each other.

"We, don't have a dishwasher," Hermione said also sitting.

"God, you guys are so bad a lying to us." Ginny giggled throwing her head back.

"It's only because don't like lying to the people I love," Harry said in a sappy voice wrapping his arm around Ginny.

"Aw. I love you too." Ginny grinned as she kissed Harry on the cheek and leaned into his embrace.

They each both slowly turned their heads away from each other as and looked at Ron. He had his finger pointing towards his mouth and was making retching noises.

"So how was sleeping with Hermione, Ron?" Ginny asked loudly.

"Ginny!" Hermione yelled shocked.

Ron's ears turned bright red and he dropped his hands to the table.

"Dunno, how was it with Harry?" He asked dramatically turning his head towards her. Hermione swatted his arm but he just kept glaring at Ginny.

"Bloody brilliant! Thanks for asking." Ginny smiled.

Harry had one arm still around Ginny who had kicked her feet up on the table and he had his other hand holding the temple of his head. His eyes were wide and he was looking between Ron and Ginny with his mouth slightly open.

Hermione left the table and came back with the Beetles record.

"I'm - I'm just going to put this right here." She said lightly placing the record on the table between the two.

"Hermione," Harry asked standing up to escape the sibling tension. "What is for dinner?"

"I was thinking about making some Mac and Cheese from scratch," Hermione answered loudly trying to turn Ron's attention away from his sister.

"I'll help." He said.

"You want to help. Help cook food. You want to help me cook the food that all four of us will be consuming?" Hermione questioned surprised.

"Gotta learn sometime." Harry shrugged.

"All right," Hermione said smiling. "Fill that big pot with water and then put it on the stove set to a boil. Don't use magic to get it out! It's on the bottom of the stack!" Hermione cried after giving her instructions.

"Sorry!" Harry cried abandoning his wand and using his hands as Hermione had instructed.

Hermione started shredding a block of cheddar cheese and cooking the bacon as she looked back at the table towards Ron and Ginny.

Who were both still brooding and staring at each other angrily?

"Just break," Ron muttered.

"You and I both know I am too stubborn for that," Ginny said is a harsh whisper back.

"Well, I'm not breaking," Ron stated defiantly.

"Fine with me. I'm not either. You won last time. I mistake I don't intend to repeat." Ginny picked her fingernails for a while.

"You know what?" Ron said. "I'm going to go help with dinner. But this isn't over." He pointed his finger at Ginny as he stood up.

"Right!" Ginny scoffed. "Help." She made air quotes around the word.

"Whatever," Ron mumbled turning around. Ginny picked up her magazine and started flipping through the pages looking at different cakes.

Hermione had placed Ron in charge of stirring the noodles to make sure they didn't stick to the bottom of the pan.

She made Harry grease the oven pan. She placed herself in charge of cooking the bacon and then used the leftover grease to fry them breadcrumbs.

Once Harry had finished with the oven pan he waited for his next task.

"Harry there should be a bag of frozen broccoli in the freezer. There are two pans in the cabinet. One is smaller with holes in it and should be in another pan. Fill the one without holes with water and place the broccoli in the other. Then put it on the back burner and the lid on it." Hermione said putting the bacon on a paper towel covered plate and letting it sit.

A frazzled Harry held the half ripped open broccoli bag between his teeth the strainer pan under his chin and he held the regular pan under the faucet with his hands shaking as he tried to do everything that Hermione had instructed at once.

He turned around looking at Ginny when he heard her giggle.

"What?" He questions still doing everything in his hands.

"You just look funny," Ginny said. "Here gimme this." She took the bag from Harry's mouth and continued to open it.

Fetching the lid. Harry put the broccoli on the pot. Giving Ginny a high-five, and she went back to the table and continued reading her magazine.

Hermione poked Harry's arm and pointed at Ginny's magazine.

"Soon," Harry mumbled.

Nodding Hermione crumpled the bacon and mixed it with the bread crumbs.

Once the cheese was melted and the butter and milk were added the food was in the oven. Then with ten minutes of cooking left the bread rubs and bacon was added to the top as a crust.

Harry dumped the steamed broccoli into a large bowl and placed it in the middle of the table. Ginny was laying down plates and napkins and Ron was grabbing the silverware. Hermione took two hot pads and placed them into the center of the table then taking the piping hot Mac and Cheese was in the center of the table.

Once people had started eating and had some food in them Hermione glanced at Ron and patted the bag that was on the back of her chair.

He looked at her and said Don't do it.

She tilted her head at him and shook her head lightly. Too late. Taking another bite of her food Hermione cleared her throat and looked up.

"So, " she said uncomfortably. "I have been thinking, and I think we should write Draco Malfoy."

There was a clatter of a fork as Ginny's grip had slackened as she was about to take a bite. Harry started coughing violently.

"What?" He said looking up after regaining this breath.

"Well, I know everything is okay now. So I thought we could end on good terms with him instead of leaving things, well, like they are." Hermione said delicately. "I already wrote the letter." She pulled the envelope out of her bag and placed it in between her and Ginny. "All you have to do is give the go ahead and we can send it."

Ginny was taking big drinks of water and became very interested the well being of her napkin as Harry mulled it over. You could see him running his tongue over his teeth as he stared at the letter.

"I think we should send it," Harry said.

It was Ron's turn to cough.

"I'm sorry. You said you want to send the letter?" Ron clarified.

"Yeah, go get Pig."

"Is it sealed?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," Hermioen confirmed.

"Damn." Ginny cursed under her breathe, then took a mouthful of broccoli.

"Ginny, what do you think?" Ron asked desperately not wanting to send a letter to Draco.

"Send it or whatever." Ginny shrugged.

"Not the reaction I was expecting," Hermione muttered.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. I'll send a letter now." Hermione putting her dishes in the sink and leaving the room.

Ginny contained to poke at her food for a while before she dumped it in the trash and placed her dishes in the sink.

Once she was out of the room both Harry and Ron looked at the sink, then each other.

"Not it!" They called. But Ron beat Harry.

"Damn. I hate doing dishes." Harry muttered clearing his own plate.

"It's like 'Mione said mate. We don't own a dishwasher." Ron smiled and dramatically placed his plate and glass in the sink for Harry. "Oh, and don't forget to put the leftovers in the fridge." Ron remained over his shoulder.

"Yeah yeah," Harry said annoyed and flicking water at Ron.

"Hey! What'd I do to you?" Did he call running away?

"Not the dishes!" Harry yelled back.

~'£'~

"What the?" Draco questioned. A tiny owl was pecking at his window at right in the evening. "Who are you?" He questioned letting the bowl in. "Granger, Potter, Weasley household. Shit. You're Weasel's little annoying owl aren't you?" Draco said closing the window as the little owl puttered away.

But, why are they writing to me? Draco thought sitting in his bed opening the letter.

Draco Malfoy,
I feel that we did not meet or end on the best of terms. Quite frankly we overreacted completely. And I don't think that is right. We think that you could meet for lunch and then maybe we could work out our differences. Ginny has told me how much you mean to her. I would like to get to know that Draco. Not the one who teased us in school and got in a bar fight.
If you need to contact us, please write to Number Twelve Grimwald Place. And if we do meet please so not mention that I gave out the address. That could cause some serious problems with Harry.
I have full permission from everyone to send you this. So do not worry about coming unannounced. I hope to hear from you soon and become acquainted

Sincerely,
Hermione Granger

Draco read the letter four times before fully processing its contents.

They all agreed to it. Why? Do they want to make things right? There is no way Potter agreed to this. And it was Granger's idea. Granger's? Would Ginny want to see me after what happened? Will she be able to tell that I've been drinking again. I don't know if I should see here again. We ended on the worst teams out of all of them. Oh, God.

Thoughts raced around Draco's head as he pondered the contents of the letter.

Maybe I just shouldn't answer. Just throw it away and let it be. I could say I have plans. They would understand. But they might want to reschedule. Why do they want to speak to me? If I do meet them I should make it in a place where Potter can't kill me. Holy shit. They might be trying to kill me. No Ginny would let that happen. Would she? But if it's too public they would not agree to it. They have a reputation to uphold, they cannot be seen with a former death eater. I should just meet them. What do I have to lose?

Looking around his room Malfoy pulled out a small scrap of paper from his rucksack. Then with a pen, he scribbled his response. Then taking bid recently purchased elf owl, Buddy, and flew him off to the address.

The note read,

I agree to meet with you. Say Sunday, Three Broomsticks, 2:30 p.m?
Let me know if that's a problem.
Very Well I Accept,
Draco Malfoy.

It was Friday night. Draco began to question why he gave himself such little time to prepare. He needed to stop drinking for the time being. He needed to rid himself of the stench. But that would mean dreams. He didn't know if he could handle his subconscious. This could be a very dangerous endeavor. Looking around his room he picked up his book.

Ruined beyond repair he had drawn all over the pages. The pages that were dark and had terrible meanings. He had drawn his past. The scar. The mark, and wand, the blood, and cane, the bars, the empty plates, the food his mother snuck him from the kitchen, and his own body. Prominent ribs and cheekbones. Sunken eyes and torn flesh. White scar tissue littering his back, arms and legs.

He turned towards the back of the book to his most recent drawing. A wand with a lightened tip, blood dripping from it and below, in the puddle of blood. Two rings. Crimson, but still shining. Scribbling his pencil furiously and adding accents with his pen, Draco does the one thing that makes him feel better. Other than drinking.

Draco looked down at his loose floorboard. Touching it with his foot he shoved the loose rug over it. The idea of the half drunk bottle in there made him shudder.

This was such a tense situation. If I stop drinking then I will look terrible not be able to function when I see them. But I drink, they will also be able to tell. There's no winning. Putting his head in his hands Draco runs his fingers through his hair. Pulling at the ends he bites bid lip in confusion.

What do I do? He cries in his head.

His silent plea is left unanswered.

~'£'~
Sunday. 2:20 p.m.

Draco walked into the tavern. Looking around he spotted Madam Rosemary making a face.

"You have people expecting you." She said walking up to him. She had a sneer on her face that she was unable to hide. Due to her best efforts. "They're waiting upstairs. Second room on the left." She followed Draco to the bottom of the staircase.

Walking down the hallway Draco paused in front of the door hesitantly. There's no turning back now. Madame Rosemary saw him.

Taking the knob Draco took a deep breath. Opening the door only enough to squeeze his thin body through.

The room was small. There was a small couch facing a wooden bench and with tables on each side of both sides. Then on the far side of a the room was a large armchair. There was a worn pattern carpet and a large window that was foggy from the warm outside and the wet November air outside.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione occupied the couch and Ginny in the armchair. Harry sat closest to her and Hermione sat in the middle, and Ron on the end.

"Uh, hi," Draco said faintly lifting his hand slightly.

"Hello." Ron and Harry said together in a quiet monotone.

"Hi Draco," Hermione said trying her best to sound positive.

Ginny just looked up at him a smiled slightly. Then looked back down at her lap.

Draco slowly and unsurely walled over to the bench and sat down. He rested his hands on his thighs and looked up slightly at the others.

They all sat in silence waiting for someone to speak.

"This is very uncomfortable. How've you been, Draco?" Ginny asked finally looking up at her former friend.

"I've been good. I work as a housekeeper in the Leaky Cauldron." Draco lied easily and faked a smile for Ginny.

Hermione had opened her mouth to speak but then closed it as she furrowed her eyebrows.

They all fell into silence again. They sat there for almost five minutes looking at each other in turn waiting for someone to speak. No one did. And Draco stared at his lap most of the time.

"Oh God! I can't take this anymore!" Ron cried throwing his arms up. "We are here because you and Ginny had a secret friendship. You two ended on bad terms. We were never on good terms. We are here to try and fix that. Also, you are clearly not 'good'. The bags under your eyes and lack of response give it away. Your entire body looks like it has fatigue and jaundice." Ron finished bluntly and sat back in his chair.

"Oh," Draco said slightly taken aback.

Ginny pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at Ron with an impatient disappointed expression.

"How-, how do you expect me to respond to that?" Draco asked lightly looking around at them.

"Well, you could start by telling us why you started drinking in the first place," Ron said boldly.

"That is enough out of you," Harry said to him, giving a look.

A SHUT UP look.

"I forced to do things I did not want to do. I made decisions that I did not want to make. I hurt people who did not deserve to be hurt. I did all those things for my own self-benefit. I did those things so he wouldn't hit me. Or curse me. At least not as bad. Mostly." Draco shrugged.

"What?" Ginny asked him appalled. "Who?"

"My father," Draco said staring at the hands he was moving around his lap.

"I didn't know about this. You just said you felt bad, but your father. He hurt you. Oh my God. Draco." Ginny got up from her chair and sat next to him.

Ron sat back looking shocked. Hating his words. Harry had to hide his clenched fists, he still didn't like the idea of his girlfriend next to him. Hermione swallowed uneasily as she played with her fingers.

Draco crossed his hands in his lap and looked up at Ginny with sad eyes. He sighed and blinked once, slowly. He bit his lip holding back his emotions. He gave Ginny an apology with his eyes.

Ginny sighed and nodded. I'm sorry too. She said with her eyes.

Draco looked at the other three and cleared his throat.

"I wanted to say sorry to you three as well." He started looking up at them. "I was a complete arse to you three at Hogwarts. I'm not going to try and excuse my behaviour, I know where it came from, and so do you, now at least. Granger- can I call you Hermione?" Hermione nodded. "Hermione, I know it was eight years ago, but I'm sorry for calling you a- a mudblood. And for what my Aunt did." He left it at that.
"Wesley, I'm pretty sure you would not want to be on a first name basis with me, and that is completely understandable. I- I was completely awful to you and Potter from the day he rejected me on the train in First year. And everything after that, I'm terribly sorry. And Potter-"

"Call me- call me Harry." Harry, interrupted him.

"Okay, Harry, same goes for you. I was completely awful to you. With the dementor prank in Third year. And the pins in Fourth Year. And so on and so forth. I made some pretty shitty decisions and looking back some of them were purely just petty, but nevertheless, I made those decisions and I'm sorry."

"And we're sorry for turning you into a ferret, and almost killing you, setting scabbers on you, almost leaving you to find fire, disguising ourselves as Crabbe and Goyal to spy on you in Second year, and trying to get you expelled on multiple occasions," Harry said hanging his head.

"And, cursing you potions in class, giving you and your friends warts, giving jelly leg jinxes and petrifying you randomly in the halls. Did we ever get in a fistfight? Oh and not stopping Fred and George from beating you to a pulp in Fifth year." Ron added.

"We were terrible weren't we?" Harry asked breathing out a laugh.

"Yeah." Ron agreed.

"I'm sorry," Draco said again giving a faint smile.

"Yeah, we know," Ron said. "So are we."

"Oh no!" Hermione cried. "We're late for dinner!" Harry and Ron both checked the watches and covered them embarrassed.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked confused. "It's only three."

"Remember we told your Mum that we would be there at three, fifteen. And we need to get back to the house and grab the casserole and Harry and Ron both need to change." Hermione reminded.

"You're kidding, right? We should have met here earlier than!" She cried annoyed.

"I'm really sorry, Draco," Hermione said standing and grabbing pulling her jacket on.

"Us too," Ron added as he and Harry stood.

"Stupid dinner with my family," Ginny muttered standing.

She pulled Draco into a hug.

"I know Hermione gave you address. Write if you need anything. Throw out whatever bottle you have and eat food. You're so skinny it's not natural. I'll bring you some leftover turkey when I can. Take care of yourself Draco. Please." She whispered hurriedly in his ear.

"I will Ginny. I promise." Draco answered giving her a right squeezed.

"I'm going to come to check on you on a few days," Ginny said letting go.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

"We are late!" Hermione called from the doorway.

"I'm coming! Let me get my coat!" Ginny said waving her hand.

As she walked out the door she turned around and looked at her once again friend.

Love you. She mouthed.

~'£'~~'£'~~'£'~

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