I couldn't hold it anymore. I sink to my knees, my head buried in my hands.
Draco kneels down and pats me on the back. "Hey," he whispers in my ear.
"What?" I ask, tears falling yet again.
"Just because your grandmother is dead doesn't mean she's dead."
"Then what caused all that blood?" I snap, suddenly angry.
"I-I don't know. God, I'm sorry, Neville, my love."
I stand up, my eyes still leaking freely. "I'm going to the Burrow."
"Neville- no! We just went over this."
"Yeah. But he took Grandmother, dead or alive. That's way too far. I'm going."
"No, Neville, please! Just wait a few days. Please. For me." His voice dropped to a sad whimper. He looked at me, a puppy-dog expression on his face.
"Fine. But only for you."
He smiled, and we leaned in, and I pressed my lips against his.
And that's when the screaming began.
Sorry for two short chapters! I'll write a longer one tomorrow :3 so, who do you think is screaming? Why? Tell me :3 thanks again and love ya all <3
~ Grace Xx