Harry didn't quite know when he would leave his dorm, he just wanted to sleep; but sleeping in itself brought back sad memories and soon he would wake up with a jolt...again.

He quickly checked the time then cursed, he was already late for breakfast and would be late for potions soon if he wasn't careful, and Harry didn't know how much more golden boy talk he could handle, much less having class with.... Draco.

But after struggling to sit up, with his head pounding and heart hammering in his throat, he decided he was going to be "sick". Take that potions.

There was so much homework to be done that was sitting abandoned at the foot of the bed, there was too much going on, it was almost too much to cope. And Harry just wanted to disappear from it all, go on a six month holiday without a stupid Voldy chasing him around.

Although, Harry thought, even if it hadn't been that Voldemort was going to kill him, he would probably be that crazy uncle who turns up and glares at him all the time. Not that Voldemort is my uncle Harrys mind went on. Now THAT would be wierd.

Harry sobered up from his strain of thought and sighed deeply. Why is it all so messed up. I honestly didn't think Draco was unhappy...maybe I just didn't know him properly. I don't know what to do. And Pansy's flirting like all hell with me but I can't do that.
Harry's face grimaced thinking about what dating Pansy would be like, he could imagine endless talks about holographic lip stick and what not.
Ugh no thank you.

"Harry?" Blaise asked from the doorway.
Harry stayed silent in the hopes of Blaise discarding the idea he was even here.
"Come out Harry, you can't hide forever, you know that right" Blaise said softly, but Harry heard as clear as day.
"That sounds like a challenge" Harry replied weakly.
Blaise laughed at that and then Harry could hear him walk closer.
"Can I open these curtains or are you naked or something?"

Harry his his face under the covers and muttered "if I say I am will you go away"
"Honey you can't get rid of me if you tried" and with that Blaise opened the curtains and sat down lightly at the edge of Harry's bed.

Peeking out from the scrunched up duvet Harry made out a blurry image of Blaise.
"Now I want to know everything, and I mean everything" Blaise stated.

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"Where's Harry I haven't seen him recently" Hermionie asked during breakfast. Ron grunted in reply at that but continued to eat.
She looked around the hall and only saw Pansy sitting at the Slytherin table, then the entrance door opened and Draco stormed in. Hermionie took a double take at this, Draco looked exausted and positively angry.

Hermionie brow furrowed as she watched Draco march up to Pansy and drag her up off her seat by her collar, with great force, and he seemed to be hissing at her through clenched teeth.

Pansy at this point was trying to scramble free but had an equally sour face begining to show, then she slapped Draco across the cheek. Hard. The noise rang across the hall and instantly developed the room into pure silence.

Draco shoved her backwards in retaliation and Pansy fell back, hitting the table with some dishes spilling and a plate breaking. Both of their voices were getting increasingly​ louder and on edge. Now McGonagall was standing over them both with the look of death set firm on her face.

Hermionie at this point was extremely confused and worried, and where on earth was Harry? What just happened?

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By the time Harry had a heart to heart with Blaise it was just after lunch, and Harry didn't know if he felt any better. Now he was more confused than ever as Blaise told him that Draco wasn't the type of person to do this. But Harry wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. He felt like his heart was put into a blender and was seriously struggling to beat, and everytime it did, the blood that poured out felt like acid - burning the place he had once held Draco.

Still, Harry couldn't complain, turns out Blaise gave very nice hugs. And very good advice, and well somehow he ended up walking to class.

He passed an alcove when he found himself being dragged in, to which Harry pulled out his wand and pressed it into the neck of the assailant. When Harry focussed and found himself starting at Draco his grip slackened and be felt his heart start to rise to his throat.

"Listen I know you hate me and I have no idea why, so please listen to me for three seconds."
Harry looked at him and felt tears pooling but nodded almost numbly. It was Dracos soft and desperate voice that he didn't run off there and then.

"Pansy is up to something, she obliviated Theo who got told by her she's going to kill us… I don't know what I did but I don't think it was me Harry" By now Dracos voice was barely a whisper.
"That's the most farfetched idea I've heard, why would she want to kill us" Harry asked skeptically.

Draco looked around panicky, then continued "She's working for you know who, if she doesn't do this then her family dies."
"Well then she can kill me I don't give a damn" Harry said before walking off.

"Harry!" Draco called and followed, he grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him back.
"Let go of me Malfoy I don't want to talk to you"
"What did Pansy do? What happened? Why are you so angry at me" Draco asked, pleadingly.
"Really? Yeah sure just blame this on Pansy, wasn't your fault you came up and told me all you wanted me for was the fame. It totally wasn't your fault you fucking broke up with me" Harry spat.
"Wait... what" Draco managed weakly.
"I...I didn't do that, I swear on my life Harry I never said that"
Harry looked at Draco and wanted so much to believe him.
"Please Harry you have to believe me, it was Pansy, and we're both in danger" 

Then Harry noticed something moving in the corridor, but thought little of it as he walked off tears blurring his vision, his mind spinning.
 
He didn't look back and didn't see when Draco was suddenly grabbed by two men with death eater masks on.

Ohhhh the suspence