empathy *a Slytherin love story*

Wand fights

(AN, sorry for the delay, I was playing poker with friends last night. So, here's the chapter)

Harry's POV

"Ron for the last time, she isn't a death eater!" I yelled at my best mate angrily. 

"She's a riddle. She has been secretive with the Slytherins all year, and she won't pick a side," Hermione agreed. 

"The death eater is Draco Malfoy," I whisper yelled at my friends, "Not Saoirse!" 

"We need proof on both of them, mate. If they are death eaters it could mean the whole crew of them are," Ron told me.

"They are all miserable, skinnier, and their eyes are sunken in. I mean look at the difference of Theodore from last year to this year," Hermione noted. 

"He watched his mum be murdered by his own father. Blaise has obviously been abused his whole life. Pansy's dad went to Azkaban after he used the torture curse on her, and Saoirse found out that Voldemort is her father!" I retorted, "So god-forbid them look a little depressed."

"If you're so confident, let's prove it," Hermione argued back. 

"I'll prove it's Draco and only Draco," I said, even though it slightly pained me. 

"And I'll prove it's Saoirse," Hermione replied. 

"Good luck proving what's not there," I said lowly and stormed off. 

It isn't Sae, she would tell me. Right?

Saoirse's POV

I was in the back section of the library, away from wondering eyes as I looked at ways to kill Snape. I couldn't do the killing curse, I wouldn't mean it. But maybe there would be a spell I could use that would kill him, that just wouldn't be immediate. I can't force him to drink a potion, but maybe I could force an animal attack. 

"What are you reading?" Hermione asked, approaching me. 

It was after hours so I was surprised she was here. It is way past curfew and no one is here. 

"I'm studying for the Monster Hunter's test," I lied, but this lie hurt.

Once I killed Snape, and me and my friends ran, we would be leaving everything behind. I would leave my brother, I would leave Hogwarts, I would leave my other friends, and we would be leaving our dream jobs behind. No one would hire known death eaters, so these tasks would seal away our entire futures. Our dreams came crashing down before we could really fully dream them.

"These seem like deathly spells," Hermione told me, emphasizing deathly. 

"I mean, Monster Hunters are killers," I replied with a shrug. 

Does she know? How could she know? 

"Does that not bother you or does killing come naturally?" Hermione asked, sitting across from me. 

She knows! Holy shit she knows!

"I have no issues killing if it will protect others," I replied, remaining calm. 

"Drop the act," Hermione said lowly. 

"What act?" I asked innocently.

"Admit it or else!" Hermione yelled pulling her wand. 

"Hermione, calm down!" I yelled and felt my emotions breaking through a wall in her head. 

"I'm calm, but admit it, are you a death eater?" Hermione told me, as calm spread through her brain, temporarily at least.