So there I sat, tears rolling down my cheeks like a fucking tragic heroine as I listened to the boy I had just brazenly declared my love to brag to our headmaster about how he's a Death Eater and has been plotting to murder him all year.

Including poisoning the mead that nearly killed me.

I briefly wondered where Harry was and if he was listening to all of this. I bet he felt fucking smug.

I moved only when I saw a group of Death Eaters heading towards me, hiding myself away under the stairs.

I heard Draco's tough act flailing as he admitted to Dumbledore that Voldemort was going to kill him if he doesn't do what he'd been tasked with.

I watched helplessly as the Death Eaters strode up the stairs to join them. Any chance of Draco redeeming himself by allowing Dumbledore to help him went flying out of the window, closely followed by Dumbledore himself when Snape decided to join in the party and Avada Kedavra'd his arse.

This fucking school was going to be the death of me.

And my parents were always banging on about it being the safest place in the world.

Try telling that to Dumbledore. Oh wait, they can't because he had just been brutally murdered by the Potions Master.

Safe, indeed. Pfft.

Anyway, Draco came skidding back down the stairs along with Snape. I found I had to turn away, too angry and hurt to look at him.

"SNAPE! YOU MURDERING BASTARD!"

I looked up in shock to see Harry too flying down the stairs next. What the fuck was he doing up there and why the fuck did he not do anything to help Dumbledore?

"Harry? What the hell?" I spluttered, stepping into view.

"SNAPE KILLED DUMBLEDORE AND SO I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

And off he ran like a raving lunatic.

Rolling my eyes, I decided I'd better follow him to make sure he didn't embarrass himself.

During the chase that ensued through the grounds, it somehow transpired that Snape was the Half Blood Prince that Harry had been mentally fucking all year long.

Harry was so upset by this revelation that he let the bastards go whilst he lay on the ground sobbing like a baby.

I collapsed breathlessly down to the ground next to him, watching sadly as Draco made it to the edge of the boundaries and turned to face us.

He at least had the audacity to look shamefaced as his gaze met mine.

I closed my eyes against the tide of pain ebbing through me.

And when I opened them again, Draco Malfoy was gone.

*****

"I told you so."

"Shut the fuck up, Harry." I muttered.

We were in the hospital wing visiting Bill. He was going to be okay - just scarred horrifically for life. Luckily, it appeared that Fleur was into that shit.

"All year long I kept saying Malfoy was a Death Eater, didn't I?" Harry harped on. "And everyone kept telling me I was obsessed, despite the fact that it was so obvious. I mean, he's been acting like a fucking emo for the entire year and no one even twigged!"

"Okay, we get it Harry." I snapped. "The Chosen One was right all along. Draco Malfoy is a murdering scumbag and you're the misunderstood hero."

"Well, actually Malfoy was too chicken shit to do even that right." Harry said nastily.

"ALL RIGHT - ATTEMPTED MURDERER, THEN!" I bellowed angrily as everyone else in the room flinched. "Because let's be honest, I would be dead right now if it hadn't been for the fact that Snape had scribbled all over your fucking book giving you the antidote to the poison!"

"Ronnie, please," Hermione trembled, trying to grab at my arm as I leapt to my feet. "Harry didn't mean it-"

"Yeah, I did." Harry monotoned. "Don't expect me to feel sorry for someone who smashed my face in, was responsible for my best friend nearly dying and then let in a load of Death Eaters to an entire school knowing full well it was going to result in an innocent man's death!"

Seeing nothing but red, I stormed out of the hospital wing, too angry to hear anymore. Angry because I knew Harry was right.

Fury and humiliation flowed through my veins. I was fucking fuming and I needed to find a way to let it all out.

I hated Draco for leaving without giving me the chance to scream and shout at him. I hated the fact that I had put my heart out there for him, only for him to have gone and trampled all over it.

I stormed through the damaged castle, along dilapidated hallways where the Death Eaters had destroyed it in their path.

Without stopping, I made my way to the seventh floor and angrily summoned the door.

Show me the room where that bastard fucking betrayed me! Show me the room where that bastard fucking betrayed me!

Amazingly, it worked.

I stormed in, heading straight for the sofa where he had fucked me countless times. The sofa where he never took his shirt off and I was too fucking stupid to work out why.

A large bottle of barely drunk firewhisky sat on the low table beside it. I picked it up inspecting it. I could only conclude that Draco must have had some for courage before leashing hell upon the school.

I unscrewed the cap and gave it a deep sniff. Not caring if it was poisoned or not, I knocked my head back and took a deep swig.

However, I was still standing. Coughing and spluttering a bit - but sadly, still very much alive.

Taking the bottle with me, I made my way through the room towards the cabinet I now understood to be a Vanishing Cabinet. I guzzled down more firewhisky as I recalled how Draco freaked out at me that time when I had dared touch it.

How could I have been so fucking blind?

The room began to sway as I stood before it, staring at it in a new light. So this is what that fucktard had been killing himself to fix all year.

I angrily kicked it, screaming as I did so. It felt good, so I kicked it again. Without putting the bottle down, I repeatedly kicked it and screamed; smacking it angrily with my free hand.

I knew I was acting like some kind of fucking crazed animal but I didn't care.

After a while I realised I had stopped screaming and had started crying instead; tears cascading down my cheeks as I sobbed angrily between swigging the firewhisky and kicking the cabinet.

I finally let the bottle drop as I sank to my knees, weeping uncontrollably into my hands.

Dumbledore was dead.

Draco had gone.

My heart was broken.

And it was all my fucking fault.

*****