Harry flinched slightly when Malfoy moved after loosening his grip unsure what to expect. The pain was really strong as he could feel the heat building up, blood throbbing through his arm, and now it was starting to feel worse as the fabric of his robes scratched very lightly against his skin. The slightest brush would make him cringe at the sight. Harry heard Malfoy say not to move and all he could do was nod. He was actually listening to the blonde boy for once rather than making any remark. Then again in this state, this invulnerable state, why would anyone choose to do anything else.

If Harry would have chosen to move at that time and another event would play out. He feared the pain would increase being worse than what he had just felt and wasn't sure if he could handle something like that all at once in the same day. Let alone the last few minutes that played out. When the sleeve of the robe was moved to reveal his arms the very small letters [I Will Not Tell Lies] was etched into his fore arm. They weren't just small though, they were deep, and looked quite painfully red. This didn't include the red arm mark that now appeared because of the grip Malfoy had on it leaving a hand print. "It's not...what...it looks like..." Harry managed to say, but didn't continue. He didn't continue if he did then he would probably start crying up again seeing as that was the only way he was keeping as composed as he was.

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"Yea, but I'm not focused on him anymore. I'm just tired of his stupid act he put on all these years. I thought he was cute at first and I could look past things. But, this year seems to be showing everyone's real colors." Plus her mind lately had been on trying to find someone else's attention, though things weren't going easy these last couple of weeks. She hadn't known why, but her knew crush involved someone else of another house so she didn't know how it would work out if it did happen. "Have you ever liked someone that you didn't think you could be with socially?" Hermione asked her friend Ginny.

"So what sort of charms homework do you need help with, matey?" Seamus asked keeping his usual, bubbly appearance unsure of what was with Dean at the moment. He glanced over wondering if the boy was going through one of those emotional changes teenagers were going through normally on a day to day basis. Seamus was quite glad that he hit those a long time ago and not as bad as some of the students.