The rest of the year passed in some sort of weird blur, the same days repeating over and over again with only minor changes.

Draco, Star, and I were as close as ever, although they had begun to go to extra Defense Against the Dark Arts classes more often than not. At first, I brushed off the lessons, thinking that they just wanted a bit of extra help from Snape, but then I noticed that both of them were passing the class with O's (for Outstanding).

My trust in them wasn't wavering in the slightest, but small thoughts popped up every now and then. Lately, Draco had been acting strange, as if he was hiding something much larger than anyone could ever expect. He wouldn't talk about it, though. Star just seemed irritated most of the time now, barely even stopping to chat with me outside of the Great Hall or in class.

Something was definitely off with my friends, but I couldn't place it. Of course, I didn't doubt for a second that it had something to do with Lord Voldemort, but I couldn't figure out what was going on.

On the other side of things, Harry was sure that Draco and Star were Death Eaters, and even though I knew that he was right, I wouldn't admit it, or even hint about it. Harry was constantly attempting to follow Draco around to see what was going on, and it got to the point where I had to start distracting him to let Draco do what he needed to do. Neither Star nor Draco had asked me to help out with my brother, but I didn't care.

Eventually, the day came where I failed to stop my brother from finding Draco. It was the middle of May. Rain was pouring outside and most of the students were holed up in their respective common rooms, since it was a Saturday.

I walked into the Great Hall alone, unsure of where to go. Draco and Star had disappeared before I woke up, presumably to work on something with Snape. It was now midday and I still hadn't seen either of my Slytherin friends.

Harry approached me as I moved to sit down.

"There's something cool that I want to show you," he said, pulling a book out of his bag. "I'm in Advanced Potions and I got this weird book from the shelf. It has a bunch of notes and extra spells in it, and I've been trying some of them out. I tested one on Ron this morning and it was apparently a spell that Dad had used against Snape in school," Harry explained, chuckling. "Anyway, there's this one spell that I want to try, but I'm not sure what it does."

"Interesting," I said. "Do you want me to help you try it?"

"Yeah, actually. Could you?"

"Sure."

Harry and I were still standing near the entrance to the Great Hall, so we walked towards the tables. I followed him to the Gryffindor table, even though I had no intention of sitting there.

"Katie!" Harry exclaimed right before he sat down.

I turned to look at who he was talking about and saw the Gryffindor who had been cursed by the necklace. She was finally back and healthy.

We walked up to her to talk to her, but she spoke before we could say anything.

"Listen, Harry, I know you're going to ask this, but I don't know who cursed me. I'm sorry," she said.

"It's alright," Harry said. "I'm glad you're feeling better." He turned around and began walking out of the Great Hall.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I nearly ran into him. I looked to see what had caused Harry to pause, and then I noticed that I was face-to-face with Draco, who was staring at Katie. His eyes were showing his conflicting emotions, and he ran out of the Great Hall before he even saw me.

"He's probably up to something," Harry said excitedly. "Let's follow him!"

"Harry, I don't think that's a good idea--"

My brother grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the Great Hall and into the tall hallways. A flash of blonde alerted us of his location, and we followed him to the second floor, where he ducked into a girl's bathroom.

"Why the hell is he going in there?" Harry whispered, stopping near the door to listen.

"Oh, Draco," cried a high-pitched voice. "Are you alright?"

Without thinking, jealousy filled my senses. Who was in there with him?

"I forgot that this is Moaning Myrtle's bathroom," Harry said quietly. "She's just a ghost," he added, looking at me. "Is something wrong?"

I brushed off my jealousy and shook my head no, staying quiet as to hear better.

A deep, shaky breath came from the bathroom and sent a shiver down my spine. More breaths, similar to the first, followed.

"I hate this," Draco mumbled shakily, gripping the sides of a sink as his head hung low.

I quietly gasped as I realised that he was crying.

"W-who's there?" Draco yelled, whipping his wand into the air. His eyes were red and his voice was cracking.

Harry stood up, throwing himself into the bathroom to fight. He held his wand up threateningly, then shot a non-verbal spell.

Draco dodged it quickly, shooting something back quickly.

The two boys began duelling, throwing any spells they could to try and stop the other. A sink burst, spilling water everywhere.

I realised all too late that I was still waiting behind the door, and I ran into the bathroom to try and stop what could only get worse.

"Crucio!" Draco yelled at Harry.

"Stop!" I screamed to no avail.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry shouted before Draco's spell hit him.

Draco flew backwards, landing on the floor with a loud crash. I began panicking immediately as I kneeled next to him. Draco was lying on the wet floor as water rushed past him, turning the dark red blood flowing from his chest into a pinkish colour. A deep gash had appeared in the middle of his chest and spread up his neck, bleeding profusely.

"Harry!" I cried, angry.

I jumped up as quick footsteps brought someone else into the bathroom. Snape rushed to Draco, kneeling immediately.

"Vulnera Sanentur," he whispered repeatedly, tracing his wand over Draco's bleeding wounds. Every time Snape repeated the spell, the blood slowed, and soon, the wound seemed to be healing. There was still red blood stained on Draco's shirt, but the bleeding had stopped.

The colour returned to Draco's face and he began coughing, trying to sit up on his own but failing. I sat next to him and held him gently, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he already was.

"Y/n. Take Malfoy to the Infirmary as soon as he can stand," Snape said to me before turning to Harry. "Potter, two months of detention with me. But first, I want a four-page essay explaining why you would even think that it would be okay to use a spell like the one you used on another student. The essay is due Monday."

"Yes, sir," Harry answered sulkily.

Snape and Harry walked out of the bathroom and I looked at Draco. There was blood smeared on his cheek, and his eyes were exhausted and sad.

"Hey, love," he coughed, trying to sit up more. "Thank you."

"For what? I didn't do anything," I said. "Sit back down, you should rest."

"You rushed to help me," Draco responded. "I knew that I would be okay when I saw you."

I smiled, my heart practically melting at his soft words. "Come on, Draco," I said, changing the subject so I could avoid becoming a blushing mess. "Let's get you to the Hospital Wing."

I stood up slowly, letting Draco lean on me so that he could get up. As we walked, he leaned on me slightly.

He grabbed my hand and stopped walking to focus on me. "Will you stay with me in the infirmary? It's . . . it's scary in there alone," he admitted.

"Of course, love."

We made our way to the Hospital Wing, stumbling every so often if one of us stepped in the opposite way of the other. Madam Pomfrey checked over Draco's nasty wound, admiring Snape's work as he had turned the deep gash into a pink scar.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Draco said. "It was just terrifying."

"I would expect that," Madam Pomfrey said. "Well, it looks like you're alright. You're free to go."