A Third Part to the Insanity

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did... Well, surely you've read the first two parts of this trilogy. No one wants seven novels of that!

A note: No, this one isn't as insane as the others. And, no, it wasn't a gift for Ashley this time. This was a birthday gift for my girlfriend. I wrote it several months ago. Hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as she did.

I'm in the hospital wing, hiding from the world. Is it possible to die of embarrassment? I've come close to it. Falling down all those stairs in my mad flight to get away was painful. I should have died, according to Mrs. Pomphrey, but I got trapped in the trick step.

I sigh, closing my eyes to try to back to sleep. Sleep is painless. What was it that woke me up again...?

Let me in to see him or I'll tell my contact at the press that the Boy Who Lived almost died here!"

Malfoy...? What's he doing here?

"No you most certainly will not! He needs his rest, and you won't be disturbing him, Draco. I don't know why you're here, but if you're planning on attac--"

"While he's laying down? Would I sink so low? How dare you insult the Malfoy name like that! If my father heard..."

"Fine! I'll let you see him, just be quiet! And if I find anything more wrong with him after you've left, I'll have you expelled for it!"

What! I don't want to see Malfoy, especially not after that incident in the corridor!

Malfoy walks into my cubicle, smirking. He's pulling out his wand!

I reach into my robes and whip out my wand, but it's too late, he's saying...

Silencio?

I can't talk, or call for help, or cast a spell, or... Well, I can't make a sound!

"Well then, Potter," Draco murmurs softly, pausing to flick his wand and cast another spell that I can't see the effects of, "I guess you're stuck in here with me. What, no reply? Oh, yes, the spell."

"What are you up to, Malfoy?" I spit out, surprising myself with my own voice. Draco must have said the counterspell. Odd.

...But now I can't move.

"Nothing really, Potter, just coming by to check up on our little Golden Boy. Also, I have a question for you."

"What is it, then?"

"In the hallway--"

Oh no, can he remember the hall incident? Is he going to kill me or something?

"--did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

"What?"

"When you--"

"What about it?" I interrupt, and I'm not blushing, it's still that blasted basilisk blood! Mrs. Pomphrey must have missed some!

"Let me finish! Did you hear me in the corridor?"

"No."

Malfoy looks a little too relieved. What did he say?

"What'd you say that got you so worked up that you left your friends and came to visit me?"

"Nothing!"

Okay, and that's not suspicious at all...

"Well then, maybe I did hear you but I'm not saying anything."

It's amusing how panicked Malfoy looks now.

"No! You didn't hear me!"

"Saying that won't make it so."

"You'd better not tell--"

"Ah, but how can you keep me quiet?"

Everything's going in slow motion; Malfoy's running at me, I'm trying to reach my wand, I still can't move, and he's on me--

Kissing me?

What the--!

"You," Draco says, coming up for air, "will not tell anyone."

"Ah... Adda, wibba... What... Wha..."

Draco smiles seductively.

"You said you'd heard. That means you already know my secret..."

"Adza wibbla whatta?"

A kiss answers the question. So that's what the whimper was for. Oh my.

Ahem, it's the narrator once again. In the hour that followed, Mrs. Pomphrey got some blackmail, Draco got some good hard lovin', and the Boy Who Lived fell out of his own little broom closet.