Draco's blood froze. It was like he was back in the courtroom at his first trial being read the charges. They just kept going and going, and this time every one of them was true. He had nothing to defend himself from what he had done to Weasley.
                              
"It's in the past Ron. You have to let it go," Harry whispered.
                              
"Yeah... I'll let it go... I'll let it go when he gets what's due," Weasley haughtily declared. 
                              
"Ron, he's already gone through so much."
                              
"Yeah, for what he did as a Death Eater. Not for what he did to me, to us. For six years, he ran his fucking mouth, bullying everyone he could. Now, it's his turn to face the music. He's the one with nothing, no family and is fucking worthless."
                              
"I'm not going to let you...."
                              
"Me? Oh no, not me, Harry. I don't need to do anything but sit back and watch! And have a right laugh, too," he said, cruelly. 
                              
"That's... wrong...."
                              
"Yeah. No one stopped him, did they? They all sang that fucking song, didn't they? Fuck him."
                              
"And me?" Harry hedged.
                              
"Whenever you wanna stop being BFFs with him... I'll be waiting."
                              
"I wouldn't hold your breath after that speech, Ron."
                              
"Yeah, figured. It's your choice though, Harry," the Weasel sneered.
                              
Harry turned around and nearly walked into Draco, but he scrambled out of the way.
                              
"Harry, wait!" Hermione came over, out of earshot of her boyfriend. "I'm sorry."
                              
"It's not your fault. You don't need to apologize."
                              
"It's just... I don't want to lose you," she said, misery apparent on her face.
                              
"You'll never lose me, Hermione. Just stay with him, please. I'll be alright."
                              
"No, you won't. Who's going to make sure you eat? Get up in the morning? I'm not blind, Harry. There's empty bottles all over the house."
                              
"Not anymore... I asked Kreacher to get rid of everything," Harry muttered. "He happily obliged."
                              
Draco cracked a smile at that news. He hadn't seen Potter hungover for several days. 
                              
"That's... great Harry! I'm really happy for you!" she said, hugging him. 
                              
"Thanks... I'm sorry that I made you worry."
                              
"Don't Harry. It's been rough... on everyone." Hermione lowered her eyes and quietly said, "He's here, isn't he? You've got that backpack for a reason."
                              
Both Draco and Harry tensed, but Potter nodded. 
                              
Hermione said, aloud, "Please don't think he speaks for the both of us."
                              
Draco swallowed hard, unable to respond in any way. He watched Potter's reaction and smiled as Potter's eyes looked at his honorary sister. Harry was proud. He loved her and missed her already as she pulled away.
                              
"Thank you," Potter said, his voice thick with appreciation. 
                              
She nodded and walked over to Ron, who took her hand, despite her clear loyalty to Harry. Even the Weasel looked back at his non-friend with longing. They were meant to be together. The Golden Trio... the dream team who hunted down Voldemort's soul and removed his evil from the world. They both had saved Potter so many times and fought at his side every step of the way. 
                              
What was he? Potter's pity case. The Death Eater who couldn't kill. The son of an executed Death Eater who owed his life and sanity to the Chosen One. Draco barely helped the Golden Trio and it was so subtle that hardly anyone noticed. His family name was a curse, now. He would always be the traitor who betrayed both sides, hated by all. He was nothing.