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Chapter 5

I sat there in my room early in the morning, probably around 5 AM reading a book that mum got me for my now long time a go, twelfth birthday. I heard a knock on my door, and I see Draco smiling outside. "Good morning," I mumbled, still tired from the lack of sleep. "You're up nice and early," he says, sitting on my favourite chair. "Could say the same about you," I said, sitting on my half done bed. "Hey I need to tell you something," Draco says, shifting uncomfortably. "What's up?" I ask, concerned. "You know I really like hanging out with you?" "Oh yeah that's cool," I say, blushing a little bit. "I think I wanna kiss you. And make you my girlfriend officially," said Draco, playing with his hair. "Aww that's sweet and all, but my family would never approve...," I said, thinking back at the letter from yesterday. "Who needs their approval?" "You're right, and I give you permission to kiss me". He kisses me, and it's different than before. "So it's official now" I said, smiling at my boyfriend.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" Mia asked me as we got of the Quidditch field. "Detention with Umbridge," I said, flinching at her name. "What's at the back of your hand?" "It's just a cut - it's nothing - it's-". But Mia grabbed my forearm and pulled the back of my hand up level with her eyes. There was a pause, during which she stared at the words carved into my skin. Then she released my hand, looking sick. "I thought she was giving you lines!" Mia gasped. I hesitated, but after all, Mia had been honest with me, so I told her the truth about the hours I spent in Umbridge's office. No one knew this except Harry and Draco.

"That old hag!" Mia said in a revolted whisper as we came to a holt in front of the Fat Lady, who was dozing peacfully with her head against her frame. "She's sick! Go to McGonagall, say something!" Mia pleaded. "No." I said at once. "I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she's got to me." "Got to you? You can't let her get away with this!" "I don't know how much power McGonagall has over her anyways. "Dumbledore, then tell Dumbledore!" Mia pleaded, still staring into my eyes. "No," I said, flatly. "Why not?" She argued. "He's got enough on his mind," I said, but that wasn't the true reason. I wasn't going to go to Dumbledore. He hadn't spoken to me since last June. "Well, I reckon you should-" Mia began, before getting interrupted by the Fat Lady. "Are you going to give me the password,  or will I have to stay awake all night listening your conversation, and waiting for it to finish? I said my goodbyes to Mia, and headed in the direction of Umbridge's office, where I saw Harry.

"Harry?" I said, silently, hoping that he'd reply. He didn't even look up. Not even once. I knocked on her door, for what I hoped would be the last time. The blank parchment lay ready for us on a lace covered table, the pointed black quill beside it. "You know what to do Miss Weasley and Mr Potter," said Umbridge, smiling sweetly at me. I picked up the quill and glanced through the window. I now had a distant view for the Quidditch practice this week, which I told Draco to take care of. I must not tell lies, I wrote. The cut in the back of my left hand opened and began to bleed afresh. I must not tell lies. The cut dug deeper, stinging and smarting. I must not tell lies. The blood trickled down my wrist. I glanced again at the window. Whoever was defending the goalposts was doing a terrible job. I dropped my eyes to the parchment dotted with blood. I must not tell lies. I must not tell lies. The parchment was now shining with drops of blood from the back of my hand, which was searing with pain. When I looked up, night had fallen, and tge Quidditch pitch was no longer visible. I looked over at Harry who was still writing the line then looked up at Umbridge.

"Let's see if you got the message yet, shall we?" said Umbridge's soft voice half an hour later. She moved toward mw, stretching out her be-ringed fingers for my arm. I flinched a bit, before she took hold of it to examine the words now cut into my skin, pain seared from my hand as she touched it with her bare finger. I wrenched my hand out of her grasp and lept to my feet, staring at her. She looked back at me, a smile stretching her wide, slack mouth. "Yes, it hurts doesn't it?" she said softly. I didn't answer. My heart was thumping hard and fast. I felt like I was going to pass out. "Well, I think I've made my point, Miss Weasley. You may go." "W- what about Harry?" I asked, uneasily, feeling dizzy. "Oh don't worry about him dear."

As I left her office stumbling, the blood was still dripping to the floor. My hand felt numb, and I was on the verge of tears. My heart was definitely beating faster than usual. I walked into the common room, and stood in front of my door. I dropped my bag, and walked in, collapsing on the cold floor. "H-help" I mumbled, before the room went black.

Draco
I walked into my room after Quidditch practice, tired of course. I wonder when Madison's detention finishes. Just then I see a spark go off in my room. The necklace. Something happened to Madison, or to the necklace. I ran across classes and into Madison's room and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked once more before opening the door, which to my surprise was open. And there I saw her. Madison, layed unconscious in her own blood. "Madison!" I called out, rushing to her side. I looked at her wrist. Umbridge! I must not tell lies was carved into her skin. "Madison!" I called out touching her face, which was draining colour. I ran out of the room, and went straight to Mia. "Mia help!" I said breathlessly, as I explained the situation to her. "What in Merlin's beard!?" She replied, going to Madison's room. "Help me lift her up!" I said, touching the necklace that was on her colourless body. "What's all the commotion about in here?" I heard Flich's behind me, as I took Madison in my arms. "Madison's dying".

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