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Secret Affair: Love and Despair	By : InuOniShi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 11033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Secret Affair: Love and Despair

Chapter 7: I Love You

Colin awoke that morning feeling giddy. He was about to do something that could get him in a lot of trouble. His stomach knotted and turned, his nerves trying to get the better of him. Pushing the feelings to the back of his mind, he readied himself for the day. On his way out of the dorms he grabbed the innocent brown envelope from his bed and tucked it in his cloak.

It was mornings like this when he was glad that the girls always slept in on the weekends. With a purpose he strode from the common room and down to the Great Hall. He decided not to fill his stomach, afraid if his nerves overwhelmed him that he would just end up vomiting it back up. Instead, he silently sat there and watched the Slytherin table.

Breakfast was almost over by the time Draco and Blaise stood up to leave. Taking his chance he snuck off after them. They didn't get very far from the Entrance Hall before they were stopped by him calling their names. Both boys turned around with an eyebrow raised in question. Colin stopped a couple feet in front of them and steeled himself for the confrontation.

“What do you want, Creevey,” Draco watched him through narrowed eyes.

“I wanted to speak with you in private. I have something... something of yours that you won't want spread around the castle and I want something only you two can give me,” Colin said as evenly at he could.

“And what would you have that we wouldn't want spread around,” Blaise asked coolly.

“I saw you,” he said, “I saw you in that abandoned classroom.”

“And? A lot of students spend time in abandoned classrooms.”

“This happened a week ago, on Valentine's day. You were having sex with someone,” try as he might he couldn't stop the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“You have no proof,” Blaise stated.

“That's where your wrong,” Colin countered, pulling the thin brown envelope from his cloak, “I will give you the evidence to do whatever you want with it, if you protect my little brother. No harm can come to him from your house while you are present.”

A sigh a relief passed the dark boy's lips. Obviously, in the picture and when he had been in the room, Colin had been unable to identify Xavia. Draco glanced around, suddenly unsettled with the amount of people that were gathering. This was a very private matter for both him and Blaise, they needed to get this done and over with or they needed to duck into a classroom.

“Okay,” Blaise nodded, “just hand over the envelope.”

The Gryffindor looked him over, making sure he was telling the truth, he stretched his hand out to give him the evidence. Before the Slytherin could even reach for the offered material it vanished from Colin's hand. Franticly, they looked around trying to spot who had stolen the picture, but just like that, there were several copies of it already floating around the on lookers.

“I... I didn't mean for that to happen,” Colin looked ashamed, feeling bad for trying to black mail the boys.

“It wasn't your fault, Creevey,” Blaise assured him, “let's just get all the extras and find the original.”

Quickly the three entered the fray around them, grabbing and destroying every picture they could get their hands on, but try as they might, they couldn't find the original copy. All the duplicates were gone, but the person who had stolen the envelope was no where to be found. With worried glances the two Slytherins prayed that whoever took it, couldn't tell who the female was.

~~~£~~~

“Have you seen this picture,” Wyatt asked her softly.

“What picture,” she briefly glanced at him before turning her eyes back to watch the hallway as they walked.

“Here,” he pressed the said object into her hands.

She stopped and looked down, her jaw opening in modified shock. It was her and Blaise on Valentine's day. She was seated completely naked on the edge of a desk, her legs wrapped around Blaise's waist as he stood between her legs. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulder, her fingertips toying with the ends of his dark hair. His arms looped around her back, the palms of both hands pressed firmly into her shoulder blades. She could see the perfect outline of her body, her nipples barely hidden against Blaise's chest. From the angle it was taken, she could even see where her and Blaise were joined, him buried inside her. Her head was titled back and her back was arched, pressing into him. Blaise's face covered her's, as he whispered sensually into her ear.

She blushed, wondering if Wyatt was showing her this because he knew it was her in the picture. Looking up at him, she knew he didn't know. He didn't look angry, only amused that the Slytherin had been caught in such a position.

“If you look closely, you can see a Gryffindor scarf and cloak among the clothes around them,”mirth heavily coated his words.

Glancing back down she could clearly see both sets of clothes strewn about on the desks and chairs. The red, gold, green and silver all mix in a messy pile from desperation. She handed him back the picture, trying hard not to act different. If he hadn't know, if no one had noticed, the only one that would get the hard end of the deal was Blaise. Guilt settled harder and heavier, then ever, on her shoulders. She couldn't leave him to brave this mess alone, could she? His reputation that she had fought so hard to protect could possibly be completely destroyed now.

“So you saw the picture too,” Ron commented as he approached with his two friends, “pretty horrible huh? A Gryffindor traitor, who would have thought?”

Xavia clinched her teeth forcing herself to say nothing. She would defend Blaise if it really came down to it, but she wouldn't defend herself. They could think her a traitor if they really wanted to, it wasn't her business.

“It's just as bad that this picture is being spread around the school,” Hermione frowned, “it's improper and if the teachers find out about this...”

“Don't worry, 'Moine,” Ron grinned, “Wyatt here was the only one that got away with a copy. The rest were all burnt and destroyed by Malfoy and Zabini.”

“So, even now they have secrets they are trying to keep hidden,” Harry snickered, rolling his eyes.

“The only thing I'm curious about is who is in the picture with him,” Wyatt said thoughtfully.

“Are you really that blind,” a snobby stuck up feminine voice cut in.

Xavia's heart seized in her chest as her silvery blue eyes landed on Pansy Parkinson and her best friend Millicent Bulstrode. She swallowed hard, watching them, but too shocked to say something to change the subject.

“Oh, so you know who it is,” Hermione turned up her nose at the girls.

“As a matter of fact, we do,” Millicent grinned maliciously.

“Why don't you enlighten us,” Harry gestured to the picture still clinched in Wyatt's hand.

Pansy glanced at Xavia for the briefest of seconds before turning with a laughing smile to the Hufflepuff, “look at her body. Look closely.”

Xavia's breath hitched, this was not how she wanted him to find out. Panic started to thrive in her, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, beating rapidly against her ribs. Taking a step forward she stopped when Wyatt shot Pansy a confused look.

“I don't see what you are getting at,” the truth in that statement sent all of the panic and fear away.

They had been together for over three years and had been having sex for well over one of them. He could seriously look at the girl's body in the picture and not put two and two together that it was her? Did he really not even care enough during sex to notice? Blaise knew every curve, every sensitive point and every blemish on her skin by the end of their second week of trysts and they were only occasional lovers then.

She was surprised at how little it hurt to know that he didn't take the time to notice her. Even though her heart already belonged to another, it would still hurt her to know that she hurt him. To be the one that caused his heart break. But, how could he claim to love her and yet still know absolutely nothing about her and have no will to learn?

To him, she was never first in his mind. She was never the one he told his secrets too and she definitely couldn't tell him her's without him blabbing. He pushed her aside for friends, even those he had just met. He bought her gifts, but never anything she liked. He didn't even know what she liked. All he knew about her was she was a muggle-born and a foster child. And she knew nothing about him. They talked all the time, but always just about things happening at school, never anything about their pasts or themselves. Was she ever truly in love with him, or did she just believe she was? Was he truly even in love with her, or was she just a constant, someone he felt comfortable with and didn't want to leave to chance something that wasn't a for sure thing?

She was brought back to her surroundings when Pansy laughed, to those around her it was simple amusement, but to Xavia she knew she was laughing at her. At her misfortune of dating a man for three years that couldn't tell his girlfriend's naked body even when it was staring him in the face. But, mostly for the hell she was about to pay when her identity was revealed.

“Here, try this,” Pansy pulled her wand and tapped the picture.

Wyatt's eyes widened when the illusion that Pansy placed on the picture turned the girl's wavy dark red hair to a beautiful bright blonde. His eyes shot up to stare at Xavia, she stared straight back, not backing down. Her jaw was clinched, her back straight, and her feet posed to run.

“What is it,” Ron asked, the trio unable to see the picture now being crushed by Wyatt's hand.

“How could you,” the words fell from his lips, dripping with anger, “how long?”

“What the hell is going on,” Harry snapped when the two Slytherins suddenly turned tail and rushed away.

Silence filled the hall eerily as Xavia remained frozen to her spot. Her feet begged desperately for her to turn and run, but she couldn't. She owed Wyatt the truth, she couldn't just run away now. Besides, they lived in a castle that truthfully isn't that big of a place. He would corner her eventually if she tried to escape.

“Answer me,” Wyatt practically yelled.

Xavia jumped startled at his sudden change of tone, “I can explain,”she immediately regretted the words.

He threw the picture at her, “how can you explain that? How can you explain you fucking Blaise Zabini?!”

“It was you,” Hermione gasped, her jaw dropping open, “that was you in the picture?”

“No bloody way,” Ron cried in outrage.

“You are the reason Ginny is never at the common room any more,” Harry snarled, “how can you drag your friend down with you?”

“How long,” Wyatt cut in, stopping the Gold Trio from continuing their rant.

“Uh.”

“I said, how long?!”

“Five months,” she snapped, “there you happy? I've been sleeping with Blaise since the start of the school year. Every time I sneak away during free hour or after dinner it's to see him.”

The four instantly fell silent, staring at her in utter shock as she continued to rant.

“He gave me what you never did! He gave me his attention! He lit me on fire and made me burn with passion, in a way you never could! Because, all you ever cared about was yourself! You pushed me away, you blew me off almost every single day. You cancelled more dates then we have ever been on! In the past five months, you have only ever asked me to go one three dates, when we used to go one two to three a WEEK!

I know I shouldn't have gone about it the way I did. I never meant for this to happen! I wanted to tell you! I wanted to apologise and take everything I did back, but when I thought about that, I just couldn't. I could never tell you. No matter how many times I tried!”

“Why didn't you break it off with him? Why did you even start? WHY HIM,” Wyatt demanded, tears gently dripping down his cheeks.

“I started because he showed me the most addicting form of passion. I just couldn't get enough. When I tried to break it off with him, I just couldn't. The words wouldn't leave my mouth! I didn't know why until the other day. I didn't understand why I couldn't just leave him.”

“No,” Wyatt sobbed, “no, don't say it.”

“I love him,” Xavia covered her lips with her fingers as her own tears spilt, “I'm sorry Wyatt. I love him. I couldn't leave you because without you I wouldn't be able to continue with Blaise. I wouldn't be able to be with him because he would leave me the second he knew I was becoming serious. I'm so sorry Wyatt.”

“Don't,” he snarled, “don't give me that, don't tell me you are sorry, because you aren't! Just get out of my sight.”

“Wyatt, please, I am sorry. I never meant for this to happen,” she walked toward him, wanting to comfort him.

He lashed out, his fist hitting her left cheek hard sending her crashing into the wall, “don't you ever touch me.”

“Xavia,” Hermione cried out, rushing forward to help the girl who was on the brink of unconsciousness.

“Get the hell out of here before I beat your arse,” Ron hissed.

Wyatt wasted no time, leaving the group to tend to the girl. Guilt that he struck her weighed heavily in his heart, but he couldn't bring himself to apologise. Not after what she had just told him.

“Are you alright,” Harry gently touched the knot on the back of her head.

She yelped, “I'm fine. I know you rather not touch me, so just go.”

“You are still our house mate, we can't just leave you here,” Hermione helped her up, supporting her weight, “you need to go to the infirmary to get that head injury checked out.”

“Please,” she whispered pathetically, “don't tell any one. If Wyatt tells, that's one thing. But, please, keep this a secret.”

“You have our word,” Hermione gave a stern look to the boys who immediately nodded.

“Thank you,” she smiled sadly before the darkness took her.

~~~£~~~

“What happened,” Ginny's voice sounded from somewhere at her feet.

Her mind was still groggy, the fingers of blackness still attempting to hold her in the dreaming world.

“What the hell are they doing here,” Ron snapped.

“We have every right to be here,” Draco hissed back.

“Not when it's Zabini's fault she is even here,” Harry glared at the dark boy.

“How is it my fault,” Blaise glanced at the trio, “I wasn't even around!”

“No, but your pug faced house mate was,” Hermione said, surprising everyone with the force of her anger.

“What does Pansy have to do with Blaise,” Draco demanded.

“Nothing,” Xavia breathed, trying to break though the fogginess in her brain, “absolutely nothing.”

“You're awake,” Ginny rushed forward, “what happened,” she gasped, staring at the dark purple almost black bruise that covered Xavia's cheek from the cheekbone to her jawline.

“Nothing,” she struggled to sit up, allowing Ginny to help prop her against some pillows.

“It's gotten worse,” Hermione frowned.

“How can you say that is nothing,” Blaise slightly raised his voice, pointing to her face.

Xavia instantly shrank back, almost cowering in her spot on the bed.

“Don't raise your voice at her, you bastard,” Ron snarled.

“Just tell me how it's my fault,” Blaise demanded.

“Pansy told Wyatt who was in that picture,” Hermione stated before Xavia could cut her off.

“They got in an argument and he punched her,” Harry frowned.

“Wyatt punched you,” Ginny gasped, “wait... Merlin, Pansy told Wyatt...”

“That it was me,” Xavia nodded, “I couldn't run away. I had to tell him the truth.”

“No... No! You told him that you...”

“Yeah.”

“You knew,” Harry demanded, “you knew that this was going on?”

“I couldn't stop her,” she turned to him, “she was going to do what made her happy. It was her choice!”

“But you went along with it,” Ron snapped, “look at her! Look what happened to her because you didn't tell anyone or talk her out of it!”

“This isn't Ginny's fault! This was my own,” Xavia stood from the bed and stocked on wobbly legs over to Ron, “don't you dare take your anger out on Ginny for my doings! Get mad at me all you want, yell, scream, through a fit. Hit me if you really need to, but don't you dare make this Ginny's fault!”

“Xavia's right, Ron,” Harry sighed, “it's not Ginny's fault that Xavia fell in love with the enemy.”

Her own body froze up and she gasped, “you didn't.”

“Xavia,” Ginny reached for her, but her fingers only met air as the girl dashed from the infirmary.

“She has a major concussion! She can't be running like that,” Hermione chased after her.

“How could you Harry,” Ginny turned on him.

“What the hell did I do,” he snapped.

“That was a secret! No one was suppose to know,” she glared at him, refusing to meet the eyes of the Slytherins.

She attempted to push past the two boys, only to have a dark skinned hand wrap gently around her upper arm, stopping her.

“Let go of my sister, Zabini,” Ron howled.

“Did I hear Potter, right? Tell me Ginny,” Blaise looked desperate, “tell me!”

“Yes,” Ginny practically yelled, “she loves you, okay? Not just in a friend way! She is in love with you.”

“Truly,” he asked, his voice suddenly low, almost disbelieving.

“Yes!”

His hand released her and he took off out the doors to go track down Xavia.

“What the hell just happened,” Ron groaned, slumping into a chair.

“I think you better go,” Ginny gestured toward the doors.

Draco nodded, leaving the room without a fight.

“You have been covering for Xavia,” Harry stated.

“She was so happy with him,”the female redhead dropped down defeated onto the bed, “I couldn't tell her no. She truly loved being around him.”

“In being there for her, you have been spending a lot of time with Malfoy, huh,” Ron sighed, “they act different around you and Xavia.”

“I've gotten to know both of them,” Ginny sighed, “you... you wouldn't believe how truly different they are. They are my friends.”

“After everything they have done to us,” Harry asked weakly.

“People change Harry. They no longer have parents trying to force their ways upon them. They are now just normal boys that can actually chose the path they wish to walk!”

“I don't care how different they are,” he shook his head, “I don't want you hanging around them for a while. This is not a mess I want you involved with. From now on, you will stay with me. I'll switch my free hour, and we will spend the evenings together.”

“Harry, that's unfair,” Ginny gasped, “just because you don't like them doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to see them or be their friend!”

“I'll owl mum if you don't listen to him,” Ron backed Harry up.

She swallowed hard, if this was how hard everyone was taking Xavia's news, how would they feel about her and Draco? Somehow she was sure that Xavia was going to have a much easier time blowing this over then she ever could. Things weren't looking good. It was only just a matter of time before Harry found out about it and things at Hogwarts were going to reach an all new level of dramatic.

~~~£~~~

“Xavia,” Blaise cried out when he saw her walking slowly down the hall, leaning against the wall for support.

She didn't stop when she heard her name. Tears poured relentlessly down her cheeks as she stumbled forward. Could he really not wait until she was feeling better to tell her they couldn't see each other any more? How had things gotten worse then she ever believed they could be? Was she such a bad girl that she deserved all of this punishment for her misdeeds?

Blaise rushed forward and stopped her, pressing her back softly against the wall, “you need to rest. You shouldn't be out roaming the halls.”

“I don't want to rest,” she refused to meet his eyes.

Using gentle fingers he gripped her chin and tilted up her face, “why did you run like that? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

“No,” she whispered feebly, “but I will be.”

“Why? Is the potion wearing off,” he asked concerned.

“You can stop it,” she snapped, pushing him roughly away, “just stop it!”

“Stop what,” he stumbled a moment before righting himself, “what am I doing?”

Xavia sobbed softly, “acting like you care! Just stop! Just tell me it's over and be done with it. Stop hurting me more by pretending that everything is okay. Nothing is okay. Pretty soon everyone will know. Your reputation will be ruined and it's all my fault,” she slid to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest, “just go! Just leave me alone! I'm not stupid! I know you would never soil yourself with someone like me, so please just stop.”

“Soil myself,” he knelt down in front of her, “what the hell are you talking about? What do you mean, tell you it's over?”

“If you end it now, you can save your reputation. You can tell them you did it just to hurt Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys. You can make up an excuse about how easy I am and laugh with your friends about how pathetic of a shag I am.”

“Enough,” he snapped, “I don't know where you are getting all this bullocks, but it has to stop.”

“It's not bullocks! Just say it! Just tell me the truth, that I'm just a passing fancy and we should move on,” Xavia hissed.

“You want the truth,” Blaise asked forcefully, he waited for her nod and eye contact before saying, “I love you.”

Startled, her head jerked back, meeting with the wall for a second time the day. She groaned, reaching up to rub the enlarging lump. Her vision spun like a whirlpool, if her stomach hadn't been empty she would have vomited right there.

“I,” she forced herself to focus, “I didn't hear you right.”

“You know you did,”Blaise reached out and cupped the back of her head, “I love you.”

“You... love... me,” she whispered, afraid if she said the words to loudly he would change his mind.

“Yes, I have for the past five months.”

“But that's when we...”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I was scared that you would never feel the same. That even if you felt the same you would never want to be with me. I'm just a no good Slytherin.”

“No good, better,” she forced herself to stay awake, the blackness beginning to creep into her vision.

“We should get you back to the infirmary,” Blaise leaned forward to help her up.

Instead, she pressed her lips against his. His eyes widened, they were in the middle of a very used hallway and she was kissing him. His eyelids slid shut and he lost himself in her kiss. His hands remained at the back of her head, protecting it from the wall. She pulled back with a giddy grin.

“I love you,” she said confidently.

He brought a hand out from behind her and ran his knuckles down her non-bruised cheek, “will you be my girlfriend, Xavia?”

Her smile brightened and she flashed him her snow white teeth, “yes.”

Blaise sighed in relief, the warm happy feeling of bliss and love filled his being. Carefully, he picked Xavia up bridal style and carried her back to the infirmary. As soon as he walked in with a sleeping blonde in his arms, Madam Pomfrey was on them, fussing and worrying over her current state of health.

“Thank you, Mr. Zabini for bring her back,” the nurse praised him after he laid her on her bed.

“I was more then happy too,” he smiled down at her.

“What happened,” Ginny asked nervously, shifting from foot to foot, “what took you so long?”

“She was worried I was going to leave,” he flashed her his trademark smirk.

“And,” she prompted.

Blaise laughed, his eyes sparkling with happiness, “she ended up with a new boyfriend.”

Ginny's jaw dropped before she squealed and launched herself into his arms, “I'm so happy for you two!”

“Yeah,”he hugged her tight, “I was afraid my love for her was one sided.”

“Delusional,” Xavia grumbled, trying to roll away from Madam Pomfrey's probing hands.

“You must lie still,” the older woman chided.

“It hurts,” she hissed, “stop touching it.”

“I have to see if you are okay.”

“I'm fine, this is nothing,” she attempted to wave the woman's hands away.

Madam Pomfrey huffed, “Ms. Johnston, lay still so I may examine you.”

Xavia stopped moving and glared at her. She set her jaw and simply watched as the older woman began prodding and poking the back of her head and her cheek. Ginny stood by her side, holding her hand with a look of concern on her face.

“It isn't to bad,” the nurse commented, “you will need a lot of rest to recuperate from this. I can also give you a concealment potion if you desire to hide the bruise on your cheek.”

“I think it would be for the best,” Ginny pointedly caught Xavia's eyes.

The blue eyed girl grinned, “the mess is already going to be huge, we don't need to add more to it.”

Madam Pomfrey left to get the potion, allowing Blaise to take up her spot, “how are you feeling?”

“Better,” she smiled, “much better.”

“I have bad news,” Ginny sighed.

Xavia nodded in understanding, “Harry and Ron don't want you around me, Blaise or Draco any more, huh?”

“They said the only way I can hang around with you is if you give up seeing Blaise and stop hanging around with Draco,” she frowned, tears burning her eyes.

“Can we still have Colin weekend,” Xavia asked weakly, “no one has to know it's the three of us getting together.”

“Only if we know for sure Zabini and Malfoy aren't there,” Harry stated.

“Don't you think you are being a bit unfair,” Ginny shot him a scathing look, “Xavia is going to need me now more then ever!”

Ron shook his head, “what she does isn't our concern. We can't stop her, but we can protect you!”

“From what,” she bellowed.

“From them,” he snapped.

“If you actually knew them you would know you are overreacting!”

Harry gave her a disappointed look, “have you forgotten what they have put us through? All the things they have said and done to us?”

A small sad smile pulled at her lips, “I haven't forgotten, but unlike you, I have forgiven! Harry, Draco and Blaise couldn't help who their families were! Do you honestly think they would pick to have their families be that way? Could you honestly say that you would pick to be the boy who lived? Just like you, they were forced into their roles. Unlike you, no one is letting them step out of them. No one is giving them a chance!

Do you really think that Xavia would stay with them, be around them, if she wasn't happy to be? Maybe, just maybe, there is a side to them that you just haven't seen yet because you are too damn stubborn to look!”

“Ginny,” Xavia brought her attention back, “you can't force people to see each other. You just have to let what happens happen. If you want me to give up the boys, if you want me to keep sneaking around so that we can keep our friendship, I will.”

“I can't ask that of you or Blaise, it just isn't right of me. If you two want to finally date and be public about it, I want you to do that. I want you two to be happy. You deserve it,” Ginny smiled, “I'll be okay. And besides, it's only for this year, we will have all next year to ourselves.”

“Thank you, Ginny,” Blaise reached out and squeezed her hand, “I know it's much to ask, but this means a lot to us.”

“I remember when you first thanked her,” Xavia suddenly laughed, “oh the look on your face. And now! Priceless!”

Ginny tried to suppress her laughter but failed miserably, “just do me a favour, be happy, okay?”

“I'll do my best to keep her happy,” Blaise smiled lovingly at Xavia.

“Thank you, Blaise.”

“Come on, Ginny,” Harry glared jealously at the Slytherin boy who was receiving more attention from his girlfriend then him, “we should go now.”

Ginny said her quick goodbyes, and after a long drawn out hug with Xavia she finally allowed Ron and Harry to pull her from the infirmary.

“Have you ever thought that this is just an act,” Ron asked.

“No,” Ginny shook her head, “not at all. That was the true Blaise, the real him. The one he doesn't show in public. I trust him and Draco, just as much as Xavia does.”

“I think you are placing your trust in the wrong hands,” Harry stated sourly.

“And I think you boys are childish and holding grudges on simply meaningless words,” Ginny snipped, “but, I let you think what you will. Why can't you two just let me live my life?”

Ron sighed, “we failed at protecting you once, we won't do so again. They are bad news Ginny.”

“Then what about Xavia,” she asked, “she is like our sister! And yet you don't seem worried about protecting her!”

“Ron, Hermione and I have already sent an owl to your mum about her relationship with Blaise,” Harry stated.

“Can't you two ever mind your own business,” Ginny yelled at them before stomping off into their common room and up to her dorm.

Xavia would be lucky if the only thing she received was a howler from mum, or she might even come to the school herself. If she knew her brother, he would have mentioned her true relationship with Blaise and that would just make things all the more difficult. There was no getting out of this one, and the Trio were doing everything in their power to make things so much worse.

She sighed in frustration. The Golden Trio never paid her any mind until she was doing something they deemed wrong. As soon as she did something they don't approve of, they suffocated her, trying to keep her from whatever it was. Now, they were keeping her from not only her best friend, but Blaise and Draco as well. Once everything calmed down, would she and Draco still be able to continue seeing each other, or would he have moved on, not wanting to wait for her?

Now she was even more worried about how Harry would react to finding out about her almost three month long tryst with Draco. Ron would not take it well, but if Harry's disgust and anger was anything to go by, he would react way worse than what Wyatt had. Despite this, she still didn't want to give up the blonde haired Slytherin.
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