Elaine's POV:

The Wealseys, Harry, Hermione and I left Platform 9 and 3/4 rather quickly. The appearance of Lucius Malfoy at the train station made Mr. Weasley anxious...it was obvious. He kept Harry and I close to him, with Fred and George on both sides of us as well. When we were far enough away from the train station, we apparated to the Burrow.

The Burrow was a sight for sore eyes. The smell of whatever Mrs. Weasley was cooking for dinner was wafting out of the window, making my mouth water.

Once we were all settled back in our assigned rooms (Hermione, Ginny, and I were all in Ginny's room), there was a knock on the door. It was my parents and Jason. I immediately ran into Jason's arms, with tears of joy streaming down my face. "You cut your hair," I said, messing it up in the process. I then hugged my mother and father who were both extremely happy to see Hermione and I. "You both have to tell us all about school!" my mom said, having Hermione and I sit on the couch. Once we were done catching up with our parents, I took Jason's hand and led him outside. Despite the frigid air, I needed a place to talk to him in private. We found a spot on the grass that wasn't completed frosted over yet and sat down, huddling together for warmth. Then I told him absolutely everything I could remember from the moment we left each other. From Draco to Fred...to Quidditch to classes to everything else in between. It felt so wonderful to be back with him. Of course I wrote to him while I was at Hogwarts but with everything I wanted to tell him, the letters I wrote would've been 20 pages long. He is, after all, my very best friend and that will never change.

"Wait a second, so your dating one of the twins in there?" Jason asked, pointing back to the house. He was finally getting to know everyone...he was really bad at remembering names. I remember when we first met it took him a month to learn my name. "Yes," I replied, feeling my face grow red. "And you did IT? With him?" he asked me. "Shutup!" I said, knowing Mrs. Weasley just opened the kitchen window to get some fresh air in the house and she could probably hear us from inside. "But to answer your question...yes, I did," I said, giggling to myself. "Well congrats...welcome to the non-virgin club," Jason said, laughing as he stood up. "So what do I do about Draco?" I asked Jason. I was worried about him...Voldemort was in his house. "When you see him in a few weeks just talk to him...he obviously needs someone to confide in," Jason said.

Once Jason and I were done catching up (he told me all about his friends from school and his new girlfriend, Rose), we were shivering to the bone. "I'm freezing my ass off let's go inside," Jason said, helping me stand up. And so we did...

We all had a wonderful Christmas break together. Mrs. Weasley really outdid herself with Christmas dinner. For Christmas, Fred had gotten me a beautiful locket with a moving picture of us inside it. Other than Christmas Day, our winter break was pretty boring. With the Death Eaters running rampant throughout the country, we weren't allowed to go anywhere.

Before I knew it, it was time to go back to Hogwarts. I was excited, and ready to go. I was anxious to see Draco, though...all I kept thinking was if he was okay.

The morning of our return back to Hogwarts had arrived. I felt relieved when I saw Draco at the train station. Though it seemed like the dark circles under his eyes had grown, he looked the same otherwise.

The ride on the train to Hogwarts was much less interesting than the last. Draco and I didn't run into each other since I sat with Fred and George in their compartment. Halfway through the train ride, I fell asleep on George's shoulder, only to be poked in the face by him when we arrived at Hogwarts. "Shhh," I whispered, swatting his hand away from my face. "Come on we're here," George said, moving his shoulder so I'd be forced to lift my head. This time around we didn't have to change into our robes until it was time for the feast so at least I could wear my comfortable sweatpants in the icy rain that was waiting for us when we got off the train.

"Here," Fred said, holding out his hand so I wouldn't slip in the mud on the way to the carriages that take us up to the castle. Harry, Ron and Hermione met up with us and we were able to squeeze in the same carriage. Once we were back inside the warm castle, our heads of houses asked that we go to our dorms to change into our robes for dinner. I gladly did so; sliding off my wet clothes and stepping into nice dry robes.

By the time everyone was ready to go down to the feast, we were all starving. I walked sleepily to the Great Hall, holding Fred's hand as we walked. I grew even sleepier as we ate, but I perked up when I saw Draco had entered the Great Hall, glancing at me as he took his seat. I still haven't told anyone what he told me on the train last time (besides Jason)...I wasn't even sure who I would tell. Hermione would force me to go to Dumbledore...Harry would confront Draco...Ron would tell everyone...and Fred would freak out.

The next day was the first day back to class. As usual, Draco and I were paired for potions. "We need to talk," Draco muttered under his breath so I could barely hear. "When?" I asked casually. "Tonight...sixth floor...how's 8?" he asked, pouring liquid into the cauldron we shared. "I have Quidditch practice...how's 9?" I asked him. "That's fine," he said, and we continued the rest of our work in silence.

After being completely beaten down from Quidditch practice (George had accidentally hit a bludger towards me and it grazed my leg, giving me a slight limp as I walked), it was finally 9pm. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, but I knew Harry usually had his map lying around, so I quickly and quietly snuck out of the Gryfinndor common room.

Careful to not be caught by any teachers, I found myself on the sixth floor. Draco was waiting for me...he was sitting underneath the window we had kissed in front of those many months ago. When he saw me, he stood up. "Why are you limping," he asked right away. "Quidditch," I replied simply and he understood. "Follow me," he said, taking the lead. I knew exactly where he was taking me...the Room of Requirement. He told me, just like Fred had, to stand still as he walked past the room three times. A small black door appeared in front of our eyes and he held it open for me.

I stepped inside and saw a tiny buffet of my favorite foods...pasta and french fries (don't judge me I know it's a weird combination). There was also two comfy armchairs and a small table in between the chairs. "Draco are you okay?" I asked as he stared at me observing the room. "I just..." he started, but instead of speaking, he pulled me in for a hug. "I missed you," he said, finishing his thought as he squeezed me tightly. "And I need to talk to you," he said, telling me to get food first before sitting down.

I gladly piled a plate that appeared out of nowhere and filled it with pasta and fries, popping a fry in my mouth as I sat as well. "So what's going on?" I asked, getting myself comfortable in the chair. "Voldemort figured it out," he said plainly. "Figured what out?" I asked, preparing for the worst as he spoke. "He's figured out a way to drain your powers and take them for himself," Draco said, causing me to choke on my food. I put down the plate...I wasn't hungry anymore. "What do you mean?" I asked, hoping he was joking. "It's some sort of potion. You both have to drink it...only the portion that you would drink will drain your powers, killing you in the process," he explained, running a hand through his hair. "He's begun to brew the potion. I overheard him tell my dad that it will take a few months...then all he needs is you," Draco added. The rest of the color in his face had completely drained. When I saw him like this, it somehow made me feel braver. I can't really explain it, but I suppose when one person is scared, it oddly makes the other person that much braver. "It'll be okay...I won't go without a fight," I said, sliding my armchair closer to his. He smiled, knowing I was right. "I think you should tell Dumbledore," Draco said as I began eating again. "Why?" I asked him. I was already planning on telling Dumbledore, but I wanted to hear his reasoning. "He could protect you...for now, at least," he said. I wasn't sure what he meant by the whole 'for now' part, but I agreed with him that Dumbledore should know as soon as possible. "I'll tell him in the morning," I said, giving Draco an encouraging smile. "You have to promise me you won't tell him that I told you, though...I could be killed for what I just told you," Draco said. I could tell he was starting to worry again. "I promise," I said, holding up my pinky to make that promise solid.