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DEATH EATER

Hermione's POV

The person in front of me was running faster. I couldn't see it's hair og face because he or she was wearing a hoodie. I was getting closer, right behind it's back. I pointed my wand at it's back.

"Stupefy!"

The person fell and the hoodie revealed who it was.

"Ron?!"
He didn't answer.
"Answe me Ron, or I'll cast another spell."
He still didn't answer.
"Now!"
"You don't have the guts to hurt me anymore than you already done " He teased.
"I don't?"
"Stupefy!" I said again and threw another spell.
He moaned.

"Now, tell me why you attacked Draco."

"You're all to dumb to see it. He is still one of them."

"One of what?"

"Draco is still a death eater."

"No, he's not! And I thought all of them were taken."

"Clearly not all of them." He answered rapidly.

"Ron, don't you even dare to claim something like that. I know Draco."

"Do you really?"

"Yeah." I answered annoyed and walked away.

I went into our room and threw myself at my bed. Finally some alone time. My eyes felt heavy. The tears started streaming down, again. I can't understand why I'm always crying. I missed him, and I was scared.

Draco's POV

I finally got out of the hospital wing and hurried back to our room. I looked awful. My black pants were ripped. My white shirt was dirty and my hair looked like it haven't been washed for years.

I opened the door and felt the warm streaming down my body. It felt like home.
I walked around the couch for a few minutes. That's when I saw her, she was sleeping, and she looked like an angel. Most of her hair was all over her face though. She still looked pretty. Her makeup was ruined. She started moving, so I backed off because I didn't want to wake her.

I'm in love with her, that's for sure.

My mind started rasing. One of the thoughts was about my dad, another about Voldemort, then about the memories from school, what a douchebag I was. I needed to sit down, my head felt dizzy. I was overthinking. I walked over to the couch and sat down. On the table there was a book.

"Quidditch and broomsticks"

I layed down and looked at the clock. It  was getting close to midnight. I'd already been. here for two hours. I must've thought alot. After looking up at the roof for a while, I finally fell asleep.