After the bright green light, the already blackened world got even darker. I had to get to Draco, and I didn't care what Voldemort did to me. He was nothing. He was a coward with nothing to live for. I ran over to Draco, stumbling in the dark.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was another flash of light, piercing and green. It missed the target. I moved. I kept moving as more flashes passed me. At last I made it to Draco's side. I felt him breathing. It was impossible, but true. I bent down beside him and held him. He was unconscious, but not dead; there was hope. I leaned over him and gave him what I only instinctively knew to be my first, and last, kiss. His eyes fluttered open as our lips met.

"I love you," I said. "This will be my last gift to you."

He shook his head, understanding what I was about to do. Voldemort rose up once again, shouted those fateful words, and caused green light to appear, an eerie, beautiful, and wicked light it was. I noted where it was aimed; exactly where I had expected; Draco's heart. I stepped forward and braced myself for the unknown darkness ahead of me. With adrenaline fuel, I had the speed to look at Draco one more time just as the green collided with my chest, and I heard him scream,

"NO! Calliope, NO!"

And then I was gone. None of that scene was there, and I was therefore unsure of what happened, but I do know one thing for certain. Draco was safe.

I shuddered awake yet again, my eyes stinging for what I felt might one day be true, but then I remembered the true Malfoy who lived next door, who insulted and verbally abused me every day, who has probably slept with so many girls he can't keep track, who is trying to suck up and get something from me, who I hated, and who I once believed I loved.

He had been such a jerk. We had gotten along for a while. I gave him whatever he wanted, and he paid me back with one thing only, heartbreak. I had been so young, no naïve then. I thought that that was how it was supposed to be. I thought that since love is said to hurt, that he and I had the strongest love, but he used me.

So now he's acting like the Draco I fell in love with at the beginning again. He's not being friendly, but charming and generally softer than he had been as the normal Malfoy. I'm not complaining; it's nice to have a break from him being the ridiculous snobby Malfoy that he is normally, but I am preparing. I won't fall for him again, because above all else: HE HURT ME.

It was time to leave for King's Cross. My whole family got in the car, except Donno, who I kissed on the top of the head before hopping in at the last second, and we drove to King's Cross station. I ran through the wall, told my parents goodbye, and boarded the train as fast as possible. I then proceeded to dart down the aisle of the train, peeking into compartments and looking for my friends Sarah, Elle, Mekenna, and Jules, not to mention all of the guys Jules hangs around with.

Only Sarah and Elle were in the compartment. Thank God.

"CALLIOPE!" They yelled. I noticed Elle's nose was broken. Again. I stared pointedly at it.

"My Granddaddy came to visit this week," she said. I understood immediately. Her grandfather abused the shit out of her.

"WHY haven't you done anything, Elle? If you don't get some help, one of you is going to end up dead, and there's a fifty-fifty chance that that person will be you." I said.

She didn't answer, so Sarah changed the subject. "It looked like you had something to spill as you came in, too," she said.

"Well, I do and I don't. You guys already know about what Malfoy did to me," I said.

"Of course we do. We know from when one of the guys slipped you veritaserum(sp?)," Sarah said. "So what do you need to spill?"

"Well there have been some weird things happening. Malfoy is becoming the Draco that I fell in love with before he turned back into his evil self, and I keep having weird dreams. They take place in a couple of years, and Voldemort is trying to get information-

Sarah cut me off. "This is serious! You have to tell Professor Dumbledore!"

"No she doesn't, Sarah," Elle piped up from her formerly silent corner.

"THANK you, Elle." I said. "Dumbledore's got his hands full with Harry, I'm sure. I know you guys remember what happened last year."

"Of course we do," Sarah said, tears brimming. "I did love Cedric, in case you've forgotten."

"I haven't, and that's why I expect you to understand. I've been talking to Hermione- I once again got cut off by Sarah.

"I hate her," she said.

I just stared at her for a bit, then continued, "I've been talking to my friend Hermione, and she says that Harry has been having weird dreams as well, but his are glimpses directly into Voldemort's mind. Don't you think that's a bit more concerning than a dream where I sacrificemyselftosaveMalfoybecauseIlovehimandIdon' twanthimtodie?" I asked, saying the last part as fast as I possibly could so that they wouldn't understand me.

(A/N: Decoding: sacrifice myself to save Malfoy because I love him and I don't want him to die)

"What?" Elle asked, a hint of disbelief coloring her voice.

"You heard me," I said, and then Jules and her crew came in. I found myself giving so many high fives and fist pounds I couldn't keep track. It was so loud in our compartment that all meaningful conversation was lost.

The train stopped, and we got in the carriages. We amazingly stuffed everyone from our compartment into a carriage, because like the compartment, one of Jules's seventh year friends put an undetectable extension charm on it.

We laughed all the way up to the castle, then we went our separate ways. Sarah, Elle, and I went to the Ravenclaw table with a few of the guys. Mekenna and a bunch of the other guys walked over to Hufflepuff, and Jules herself took a few guys to the Slytherin table. The last few guys walked over to the Gryffindor table alone.

The Sorting was, as usual, excruciatingly boring to watch, and even less kids were sorted into Ravenclaw this year. We are by far the smallest House, followed by Slytherin, then Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff was stuffed with younger students. That just goes to show how intellectually dull people are becoming. There are more purebloods than there are smart people. People just don't care about intellect anymore, even in the wizarding world. It makes sense with muggles. They sit around and watch TV and play violent video games all day. It confuses me in the wizarding world, though. We don't have any of that stuff.

Once the Sorting was finally over, Dumbledore stood up and gave his words, then let us eat. The feast was still as amazing as it was before. Obviously Hogwarts wasn't affected by the muggle recession. The food was so good that I can't remember if I talked to anyone the entire time.

Once the feast was over we went to our dorms and got ready for the first day of school, and all of us sixth years pulled a prank on our prefects. We used the extra firewood from the common room and built a raft, put all of their books on it, then we snuck out onto the grounds and anchored it in the middle of the lake. What a pleasant surprise that will be!

Once we finally got in our beds most of the girls in our dorm room fell asleep quickly, but Elle and I were still awake, so Elle turned to me and said, "Do you really love Malfoy?"

I had to think about it for a bit. "No," I answered truthfully. "But I have loved him, and I believe I will love him. It's just a matter of time, you know? If he does love me, then I will love him, but if he is just trying to manipulate me again I'll keep it on hold, and wait for him to grow up and quit telling people he loves them just to get them in bed."

"Yeah," she said. "And if you did love him now, you wouldn't be the only one who does."

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"Well have you seen the way Jules looks at him?" she asked.

"Oh shit, not again," I said

"What?" Elle asked.

"Second year one of Jules's friends liked me. He told me, but what he didn't tell me was that he and Jules were absolutely in love with each other. I stupidly started to let myself like him, and then I heard them talking to each other one day. They still don't know about it, but as soon as I heard them I told him to never talk to me again. So he doesn't. No matter what, we don't talk to each other directly, ever." I said, about to cry. "She's going to do it again." My voice went all high-pitched like it does when I'm starting to cry. I flipped over on my pillow and silently cried myself to sleep.

Just like the old days.