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Hello everyone and welcome to chapter 8! This one is a massive dramatic change from the amusing chapter 7 and I’m also going to flip people’s stomachs in this one because you’re not going to know heads from tails anymore (at least until the end of the chapter). Consider this as a party bag chapter from my 18th Birthday on the 26th February! Please review and make my day :)

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“Stop…” she laughed, “quit it!” She continued rolling around on the floor trying to get away, but Draco stopped every single one of her attempted escapes. “Stop” she gasped, as tears ran down her face as she continued laughing.

“Come on Hermione!” Ginny cheered, “get up! Show him that girls rule!”

Unfortunately for Ginny, she shouldn’t have said anything as Blaise lunged for her a second later and started tickling her too. Both guys smirked and high fived each other as they continued to tickle the gasping, giggling girls and stop each of their attempted escapes.

“I can’t do this anymore Harry, it’s not right,” Ron said seriously to Harry.

“We’ve got to Ron. You know that,” Harry said, equally serious.

“But I don’t like it,” Ron persisted.

“Neither do I Ron, neither do I,” Harry said, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. “But it’s the only way.”

“I hate hurting her so much. And now she hates us too,” Ron said sadly.

“It’s for the best, we both know that. And as for her hating us, it’s what we wanted all along isn’t it?” Harry replied, walking around the dark, empty classroom and then turning around to face Ron.

“Do you know that she’s started hanging around with Malfoy? Malfoy, of all people!”

“Yeah well… Malfoy is best friends with her brother isn’t he?”

“How did that happen anyway?” Ron asked.

“Beats me,” Harry shrugged. “But thanks to him, we were able to get Hermione away from us. Otherwise, we would have had to be even cruder to her. At least she’s safe, that’s all we ever wanted.”

“You don’t suppose she’s getting too close to Malfoy, do you?” Ron asked worriedly.

“Nah. She may be getting friendly with him, but past feelings aren’t easy to erase. There are too many bitter memories there, especially those concerning Malfoy.”

“Remind me again why we can’t take her with us to find the horcruxes. I mean, she’s smarter than the both of us put together.”

“She’s in danger Ron. Remember what happened in second year? That was all because she was muggleborn. She may be a pureblood now, but she was still best friends with Harry Potter and a major blood traitor. Besides, we both agreed that we weren’t going to put her life in danger. That stands for Ginny too.”

Ron nodded. “So… why did we decide to meet up in this room?”

“You’ll see,” Harry said and sat down on one of the desks and looked at the time. Ron followed suit.

After about five minutes, the classroom door opened and a tall figure walked in. The figure turned around and closed the door, before facing Harry and Ron with a grimace.

“Potter. Weasley.” The figure nodded to each in turn. “You called?” he directed at Harry.

“Yeah. Thanks for coming Malfoy,” Harry replied, nodding his head in appreciation. “How’s Hermione doing?”

“Oh fantastic,” Draco replied sarcastically. “You’ve turned the whole school against her, made her reputation go down the drain, deserted her, insulted her and now you expect her to be fine? The ‘Golden Trio’ isn’t so golden now, are they?”

“You know why we did what we did Malfoy,” replied Harry. “You too, were once involved with the Dark Side as was your entire family. They would kill her, or do something much worse. Neither me, nor Ron could bare that happening.”

“So you betrayed her as friends?”

“We didn’t have a choice, you think we enjoy doing this to her?” Harry asked sardonically.

“Do you have any idea how much you’ve hurt her?” Draco asked. “You two have completely broken her.”

“I know,” Harry said sadly, looking at his feet. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“There must be another way?” Draco asked, stressing the ‘must.’

“No.” This time Ron spoke, “we’re not taking risks with Hermione or Ginny.”

“You lot would’ve been better off in Slytherin,” Draco said, shaking his head. “All you would’ve had to worry about is yourself.”

“No Malfoy. Gryffindor house values loyalty and courage. We’re sacrificing our friendship to save our friend,” Harry said.

“How’s Ginny doing?” Ron asked.

“She’s okay.”

“She’s been hanging around with Zabini quite a lot,” Ron pointed out.

“Yeah,” Draco smirked. “Hermione and I think they have a thing for each other.”

Ron opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out.

“Since when were you and Hermione on a first name basis?” Harry asked.

“Since you two deserted her,” Draco pointed out.

“Oh,” Harry replied.

“So how come you two are acting the way you are with Ginny?”

“The same reason as with Hermione,” Ron answered hoarsely. “Even if she is my sister.”

“We’re counting on you Malfoy. Don’t let either of them come to harm and don’t let them know that you’re pretending to care,” Harry said wearily.

“I’m not pretending,” Draco said.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but closed it again.

“Maybe you should be in Gryffindor Draco.”

Draco shrugged and shook both Harry and Ron’s hands as they stood up to leave.

“Thanks,” Ron nodded.

“Same time, same place, next month,” Harry said. “Unless we can’t make it, in which case, we’ll contact you.”

Draco nodded as the two exited the classroom. They held the door open for him but her refused by putting up a hand and they closed it behind them.

Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment. All of this was difficult but he owed Dumbledore a favour after accepting protection for him and his family as the end of their sixth year. He had agreed to help Harry and Ron on his request, and thus, had helped result in the break up of the ‘Golden Trio.’ He leant back on the desk that he was seated at and looked up at the ceiling.

“Gryffindors,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair, “you can’t live with them, you can’t live without them.” 

Sorry - not a very long chapter but vital to the story! Please review!

Sonam xx

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