George was glad for that private moment between them, realizing that her fever was going down even more after the spell. Usually she would still be warm and he realized that she seemed to have more color in her face. But he didn't want to make her too eager about the medicine that might be working. So instead he just held her close, ready to tell her that she had nothing to worry about when his own brother decided to interrupt them. He didn't want move, but he also knew that it was urgent or he wouldn't have disrupted them.

So when Cynthia moved away, he slowly got up and gently let her lay down. "Just try to sleep a bit, I'll be back as soon as I can and I'll update you. And just use this mirror when you need me okay?" George asked as he leaned down and kissed her forehead, a ting he usually didn't do as he then sighed. "I'll be back okay, just try to sleep sweetheart. Just know that you are more then welcome" he told her without thinking before he got up and moved to his brother and then ushered him out.

"This better be important Fred, Cynthia was just telling me things that I didn't kjnoe about and I need Hermoine's help as well." George said as he obviously was annoyed, it even was obvious that he cared far too much. His feelings were getting in the way of his better judgment and it was all what his mother had predicted. "So tell me what is going on.. Another attack?" he asked as he then closed the door of her room behind him.

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"I only just found out that my father lied to me, you wouldn't even believe me if I told you the truth Draco. It is far too repulsive in my eyes, I mean how it all happened. I sort of four out in my father his pensive, but he has no idea that I know. I just know for a fact that Harry his father is far from a freaking hero. He was an asshole and I don't doubt that Harry could have his traits." Lillian said as she wondered if she could tell Draco the truth. But she also knew that nothing was going to change if she told him, he could even get the word out to the rest of Hogwarts and that was something she didn't want to happen.

"I just don't get it... I mean it's as if my dad isn't allowed to know happiness. No wonder he joined the death eaters." she whispered as she also had seen the memory of where Snape had tried to save her mother. Attacking the dark lord himself and telling him that she was supposed to be saved from the attack. That memory was bad enough on it's own as she then signed and moved to seat herself down on his bed.

"I just don't know what I can do to help you Draco, but I do know that you need to toughen up or you'll die in here." she whispered as she looked up at him. Showing that her eyes were filling up with tears, her emotions were getting the best of her and she hated it.