Draco looks just as shocked as I. "I never..."
I look at him.
What was there to say? Besides nothing? I mean, someone we always thought was on our side turned out to be a traitor.
There was nothing.
I was empty, hollow.
I grappled for something to excuse Mrs. Weasley, but there was nothing.
I felt weak, small, insignificant. My knees gave way from under me as I watch Mrs. Weasley stab me over and over and over.
Draco catches me, thankfully. "Neville..."
"Neville, look I know it's awful, this hurts me too, but we need to go."
That seemed to be the only word I was capable of. 'No'. I didn't care, either. I didn't care about anything anymore.
"Neville," Draco's voice was getting nervous now. "We really, really, really need to go."
"Fine. I'll carry you." So he picks me up, and carries me into my old room.
I snap. "What?!"
"Look, I'm sor-"
The rest of his words were cut off as the door blasted open.
Sorry this is so short! It's kind of a filler... Um... I'll update later tonight. <3 thanks a million and I love y'all!
~ Grace Xx