Harry Potter was bleeding, detention with Umbridge had been much worse than he thought. To make matters worse he met Draco Malfoy on his way to the common room. "What are you doing here Potter?" asked Malfoy, sneeringly. "You know bloody well I had detention Malfoy, the whole school knows!"
As Harry passed he forgot to hide his hand. "What's that on your hand Potter?" asked Malfoy. "Nothing" replied Harry, putting his hand in his pocket. Draco pulled it roughly back out. "I must not tell lies." Draco muttered, under his breath. "Who did this to you?" he asked. "It's not that bad there was more blood before." Harry said. This was obviously not the right thing to say. "Who. Did. This. To. You?" "Alright, alright it was Umbridge!"
"C'mon." said Draco. "Where are we going?" asked Harry. "Just follow me." he answered. "Why should I?" "Because I'm a prefect and can take away points from your house." Draco said. He pulled Harry's uninjured hand out of his pocket and dragged him to a door that seemed to just appear there. They went into the room. There were chairs, a fireplace, and a table with a bowl full of green liquid. Draco made Harry sit in the chair next to the table. "Put your hand in the bowl." Draco said softly. "Ok." said Harry, he didn't want to lose points for his house. (A/N: yeah that's totally it, *cough* denial *cough* ;) ), he put his hand in the bowl and immediately felt relief. "Thanks Malfoy." said Harry. "We're going to have a little chat with Umbitch tommorow." said Draco.