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31- Sirius Died

Alot of stuff to take in today!

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1 hour. 2 hours. 3 hours. They still weren't back. Draco was relaxing as he lay on one of the four-posters with his arms comfortably supporting his head behind the pillow. Although his eyes were shut, his foot -that hanged off the bed- was tapping at a steady pace in unison with the tick of Grand-Father Clock.

Zafar had just returned to Harry's dorm, where we had placed ourselves, after his Astrology O.W.L exam and was using his time to fix himself up, have a drink and some food.

I was indulging in one of the books that I had found lying around in the messy dorm. Although my eyes were following the letters on the page, my mind was fixed in the well-being of my friends. I had barely managed to tell Ginny that there will most definitely be Death- Eaters where they are going and that it is a trap before we were caught. I'm sure she didn't buy it. It is very... absurd. Although, even if she did find truth in what I told her, she would have gone either way; in her eyes Sirius was in danger. That's the one reason she needs to go there.

My father. He was the reason for all of this. I hate him. I hate him so. Bloody. Much. He's not even a Death-Eater and he thinks he has a chance of being Voldemort's right hand man. Pathetic. Would he be at the Ministry? Would he be there with all the Death Eaters?

"Draco?" I call for my boyfriend.

"Hmm?" He answers with his eyes still shut.

"Do you think your father's gone to the Ministry?"

I tore my eyes from the book in time to see his eyes shoot open. Once lifting his head slightly from the pillow, his grey eyes met my brown ones for a split second, before he turns onto his side.

"Maybe... why?" His barely audible voice comes.

"Mine probably is..."

He didn't respond and dug his head further into the pillow.

Zafar, who was trying his best to act oblivious to the conversation finally spoke up.

"Your parents are Death Eaters?"

I shoot him a glare, which shuts him up, and he throws one of the Bernie-Botts Every Flavour Beans in the air and catch it in his mouth.

The silence was broken by a sudden storming of footsteps that were approaching the dorm. Zafar took his wand out as I joined him in standing up, letting the book that was on my lap fall to the ground.

A frantic Blaise runs into the room, casting 'Colloportus' behind him. Almost in slow motion, he turns around and runs at Draco, shoving him from the bed to the ground and trying to aim a punch.

"What the hell? Get off me Blaise, it's a new shirt!" Draco shoves Blaise off him with the help of Zafar, as Blaise shrugs the two off and gathers himself. I search his eyes and listen to his shallow breathing. Something was off.

"Blaise... What happened...?"

His eyes shoot to mine and he points his finger at me.

"Don't. Talk to me." He orders. "You've done enough damage!"

I cautiously step towards him, but he backs away tugging at his collar to fix his shirt. "Why did you let her go? Will you lot never learn? You could have at least made sure she stays behind from the lot of those ruddy 'we're-off-to-save-the-world' people!"

Draco and Zafar look at him bewildered, whilst I piece everything together and smirk amused by his behaviour- towards Ginny.

"It would be way easier if you just tell everyone you like her you know... that way you don't have to take out the anger of being single on us..." I say knowingly, leaning against the chair.