I stand in the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey had fallen asleep in her chair. I'm holding a bottle of muggle medicine that is supposed to help you sleep. I'm in here because Voldemort had called me, causing my arm to burn extremely during Quidditch. I fell off my broom and hit the ground with a thud. I'm done. I don't want to deal with him or father anymore.

I poured the pills into my hand and admired their cream color and how the looked soothing, like they could just melt with my body heat. I was shaking as I poured a glass of water. Once finished, I brought the cup to my lips, filling my mouth with the liquid. This is it. I brought my hand up to my mouth, about 18 cream colored pills in my palm," Draco?"

I spit out my water onto the floor, almost dropping the glass and a few pills falling to the ground. I looked up only to see Ron Weasley, one of Potter's friends sitting in the bed that was three away from mine," What are you doing?" he asked getting up and walking towards me.

I backed up slightly," Just getting a cup of water, why do you wanna know Weasley? Need it to keep your family from dehydrating?"

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, causing more pills to fall to the floor, like cream falling to the ground; warm and melted. He grabbed the rest out of my hand, along with the bottle on the desk. He stared at them blankly for a moment, then, with a confused expression he faced me," What were you doing with these?"

I swallowed hard," I couldn't sleep."

"Malfoy, there are like 15 of these on the floor, you don't need 15. What were you actually doing?"

I bit my lip and thought for an answer but Weasley's eyes widened,"Malfoy," he said breathlessly," Why?"

"None of your business!"

His face scrunched up and he knelt down to pick up the pills scattered on the floor," Malfoy clean up the water."

I don't know why, but I obeyed as he walked over to the window. He opened it, letting the cool winter wind flow in and he dropped the pills out of the window,"Why'd you do that?" I asked standing up.

He faced me, dead in the eyes and said," Listen up Draco," I had never heard him call me by my first name before," I don't are if we're enemies, don't ever, EVER, do that again, Do you understand?" I didn't answer. I was stunned. "Do you understand?" he said harsher this time.

I nodded and he sent me back in my bed to wonder what he had done. He had laid down in his bed once more and began slightly snoring. Why did he do that?