I should have gone home when I told him I shouldn’t even be here . Why did I let him talk me into this? I went willingly to the Malfoy Manor to have sex and spend more time with Draco. Harry won’t come here to save me. He might not even talk to me after the holidays, if I even survive them. Ron has him twisted around his finger, Harry went to Ron the second he saw us in the hallway. Even after he looked up at me and saw my dress, the pain in my eyes. Ron didn’t believe him when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. I did, I stood by him, and spent hours researching ways to get him out of the Tournament. Hours reading books about dragons, and he chose Ron. Fucking Ronald Bilius Weasley.  