“Malfoy? Malfoy are you awake?” a light tap hit his cheek.

“What? Who’s Malfoy? Where am I?” the confused blonde opened his eyes and looked around the room. ‘I’m in a hall of some sort.’ He thought to himself. ‘And lying on a table, with this gorgeous creature sitting next to me.’ “Well, well who are you doll face?”

“Madam Pomfrey!” Hermione screamed through the hall. “Mrs. Pomfrey, someone, anyone come quick!”