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Once again, this is Draco's mind. Although I love doing these kinds of perspectives, he is so incredibly hard! I am a very sweet and calm person, so for me to write in the mind frame of a snobby, "i got everything" Draco, this is a challenge. Bear with me as I grow and continue to review so I know how to better myself!

Disclaimer: Last time. You all know the lovely JK owns all these characters. I only own the plot and my OC, Emily!

The hospital wing was not a pleasant place. The nurse, Mrs. Pomfrey, was bossy and controlling, always wanting you to stay as long as you needed to recuperate. I never wanted to stay as long as she asked, knowing I'd be staring at the ceiling of the wing all day long.

The bed, however, was as stiff as a board and uncomfortable in every way. I picked up my left arm to grab the glass of water on the side table when I realized how thirsty I was, only to flinch back in pain.

"Ugh." I let out a sigh of frustration, and cursed low to myself.

"Watch your language, Mr. Malfoy"

I jumped up and looked around, only causing myself more pain in places I thought would be unaffected by whatever was wrong. My chest, my legs, everything hurt. After wincing a few times to make the pain go away, I noticed Mrs. Pomfrey standing over me.

Where did she come from? Creep...I thought.

"And please don't move. You will be sore in every bone for a good solid day" Mrs. Pomfrey said. "Please rest."

I didn't protest for once, and slowly lowered myself back down on the bed.

A good solid day?! I thought. Blimey.

She gathered her kit after she was finished tapping her wand around my body with some strange bottle in her hands. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to go away.

After being preoccupied by my own pain for a moment, I suddenly remembered why I was in here in the first place.

How the...

Bloody hell, what had she done to me? I didn't deserve this punishment, even if her hair was all covered by that spell. This girl had put me in the hospital wing, all over a silly prank gone wrong. She must be mad to even consider doing this to a Malfoy.

I muttered to myself, things like "crazy" and "mental" before sleep finally consumed me and I dozed off. Mrs. Pomfrey must have noticed my stress before and had decided to knock me out for a while. I was mad when I thought about her tampering with my sleep, but was thankful once I was finally out.

After what felt like hours of a long and slightly uncomfortable sleep, I woke up. Somehow the clock above the medicine cart on the back wall said I had only slept for a couple hours, but I felt better already. I flexed my arms a little, still sore but not as painful as it was a short while ago.

I laid against the pillow looking the ceiling, thinking about the girl again and how much it frustrated me that she had done this to me. She was going to pay, even if she was a girl. I was afraid to say I was embarrassed, but I was. The whole common room had seen my demise. And I wasn't even conscious to get back at her. I thought about her again, and how she had looked so fragile and scary as she stood before me. I started to laugh a little to myself, realizing what a temper she had. It intrigued me, and I wanted to know a little more about why she had gone so far and looked so upset through her raging green eyes.

I tore my thoughts away from that because Blaise had just walked into the wing, an apparent laugh on his face as he caught sight of me on the bed. How embarrassing. He stopped at the foot of the bed and laid his hands down on the foot railings easily.

"Don't even start" I said angrily.

He stepped back a little, hands in the air in defense. After a moment he laughed to himself, and let his hands fall back down onto the railing once he realized how immobile I was in this damn bed.

"Bloody hell, mate" Blaise said, "Still cooped up in here, eh?"

"Yeah well do I look like I'm enjoying it?" I spat.

"I think so" He said with a laugh.

"Don't make me get out of this bed and beat you to a pulp" I said through gritted teeth.

"Easy there. You should be happy, you've have quite a few visitors, you poor thing" He said with triumph in his voice.

Oh no. Pansy.

He must have seen the look of disgust on my face, and knew what it meant.

"Well yeah, Pansy too" Blaise said. "But thats not all. Half the Slytherin girl population tried to come in, although Pomfrey wouldn't let them."

I sighed and put both my arms back behind my head and rested on the pillow as I let the corner of my mouth pull up just a little to snigger. Blaise laughed along with me as we both contemplated the thought of hundreds of girls banging on the door of the hospital wing. I knew most of the girls in my Slytherin class, barely any by name of course. But the hysterics of it was indeed nice to think about. There would be plenty of sympathy talk with the herds later.

"And the girl came in. Still don't know her name. Bugger" Blaise said, looking away and sighing after.

I perked up, remembering how angry I was at her that she had put me in this place. She'd pay for that later.

"Little git."

"She actually looked like she was afraid when she came in. She hovered over your bed like it was your last breath. Strange" Blaise said, dumbfounded. I was too.

I was angry at her, and she must be angry at me. Why would she ever come in here to see me after I humiliated her? She was strange. She probably was in a whole heap of trouble as well. That pleased me a little at least.

"You'll never guess too, she got out of punishment" Blaise said.

"NO. How?!" I shouted.

"Don't ask me. Just what I've heard" Blaise said, shrugging.

"I'mgettingouttahere" He said in a rush before I could ask.

And as soon as he out the wing door, Pansy stood where Blaise had at the foot of my bed. He must have seen her coming.

Or heard her, since she was sobbing so loud in front of me.

"Oh Draco." She cried.

"How awful, what a terrible thing to do to you" She said after blowing her nose loudly.

"It's nothing" I breathed through my clenched teeth.

She moved closer to me and stopped near the side of the bed, her hand out reached for mine. I just sat there, trying not to look at her. She let out a "hmph" and backed away, still blowing her nose after a few sniffles. She spoke again.

"I'm going to find that girl, Emily, and kill her myself! You will have nothing to do with her again and I'll make sure she never hurts you!"

There it was, her name. Emily.

I tossed it around in my head a couple times, letting it play softly in my head of how I would say it. I wanted to let it roll off my tongue, but something caught it inside of my chest and crushed it; a low hiss came out instead. I was still angry with her.

Pansy had her head cocked to the side as I weighed in the girl's name, noticing my unusual half smirk quickly turned mean. She began to tap her foot impatiently and I remembered why I had gotten myself in this mess with Pansy in the first place.

"That jinx was meant for you, Pansy." I snarled.

"M-m-me?" She stammered.

I began to see what was about to happen gather heavily in the corners of her eyes. Bloodshot red and hurt.

Well, when it rains, it pours. And Pansy let out a whole mess of cries before throwing her used up handkerchief at me and stomping out of the wing. Before she slammed the door shut behind her, she looked back and yelled.

"I never want to see you again Draco Malfoy!"

The banging of the door was all I could see, and Mrs. Pomfrey eyed me from her office to see the commotion with a doubtful look on her face.

I was not happy about being broken up with, I usually did that task. At least, thats what just happened, right? It did in my mind. But at least she was out of my sight, possibly forever. I rejoiced silently. I was however a little afraid of the poor girl Pansy would probably stalk to find, and wondered what she would do to her.

She had better do nothing to her, or else.

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I was finally cleared the leave the hospital wing in the morning, mostly because of my own complaints and threats to Mrs. Pomfrey. She had insisted I stay longer, but once seeing that I was having nothing of it, finally let me go. Luckily, first day of classes hadn't even ended yet. I had missed Ancient Ruins and DADA, but that was the least of my worries. I was glad that when I entered back into the halls, the only class left for the day was Potions.

Several girls upon my re-entrance to the halls came up to me and asked me how I was feeling. I thought of Blaise and the whole Slytherin girl population trying to get in the wing and laughed. Some of the girls comforted me with things like "are you ok?" and "how are you feeling?" I didn't have to answer much as I walked to Potions, and I was glad.

Snape must have been late, because all our class were still waiting outside the dungeon. The third floor was now crowded, and as I walked past everyone hearing "Hey Draco!" and "Hi Draco" from other Slytherthins. A group of Hufflepuffs stood with a group of Gryffindors in a huddle, staring at me and whispering. I stopped in front of them to see if anyone in their group would say anything, trying to egg them on with my stiff stare, but they all just looked away.

Funny, I thought.

Snape finally made after being five minutes late, not apologizing for his lateness. In a rush, he entered the dungeon quickly with his robe swaying behind him. I stopped before I entered the room, noticing in the corner of my eye a dark haired girl with crystal-like skin. She clutched her books in the corner of the hall, with a dark shroud of her hair covering most of her face. Her cheeks burned red when she caught sight of me staring at her. Before I could say anything, another girl pulled me in the class room with the rest.

I shoved her hands off me immediately.

"Don't touch me" I said, breaking free of a girl named Rose I barely knew.

She had destroyed the small chance I may have had to speak to the girl who had hexed me last night. I wasn't going to forget that she was the one who had done it to me, either. I sat down in my seat next to Blaise at a table full of other Slytherins. I watched the girl enter the room, sitting down at another table full of Slytherins on the other side of the room.

I cast a glance over there quickly to see what she was doing, and we locked eyes. She burned red again in her cheeks, but I held her gaze there. From what I could see, her eyes looked apologetic, but her body was tense. I looked past her to see what could have caused that, and there sat Pansy breaking my stare away from the girl. I shot Pansy a scowl and we all turned away just as Snape began his lecture.

"What have you done?" Blaise whispered, noticing the small glass wall of tension break between the girl, pansy and I.

"Don't ask" I snapped.

"I heard Pansy dumped you."

"You did, did you?" I said, staring at Blaise now with intent eyes.

"Well..." He said, moving back slowly. "Thats what I heard."

I scoffed and let it go. I was already angry enough. Did I need the whole school blabbing about Pansy breaking up with me? What would that do for the Prince of Slytherin...

I tried to forget about what I would have to do after class to confront the girl. So I tried to focus on today's lesson: the draught of delusions. It was and easy potion to follow along, and I could tell that Snape was not in the least bit interested in watching over us. Blaise and I worked silently, as well as the rest of our table, while others chatted. I couldn't seem to keep my concentration all in one place, which caused me to frequently look over at Pansy's table, making sure she was keeping in order with the girl. I wouldn't let Pansy get away with anything.

Class was dismissed after what seemed like an eternity. I turned to Blaise to explain.

"I'm going to speak to her. I'll catch up with you later."

He gave me a confused look and an "ok."

After picking up all my things, I turned towards her table; empty, of course. Hopefully Pansy wasn't out there doing anything I would hate to see. I walked swiftly out of the room in large strides in a hurry to catch up with the girl first, just in case. I caught sight of the back of her chocolate curls halfway down the hall and walked quickly to catch up with her.

"I think you owe me something" I breathed into her ear as I strode next to her and matched her pace.

She froze, looking slightly confused before realizing it was me. I stopped a couple feet in front of her realizing she had stood stiff in place some paces behind me. Thats when her cheeks touched pink at the sides, a pattern I now noticed. Was it out of embarrassment for the number she had done to me to put me in the hospital wing? It had to be. What else? Maybe it was fear. At least that would have made sense to me.

"I'm sorry" she said, making her voice go to shambles in nervousness.

I half smiled, laughing at how easily she had given in, but kept myself in check by keeping a straight face quickly after as to not give myself away. She went to turn around to make a run for it, but I forced my hand down on her shoulder to stop her from getting away.

"Do you really think the Prince of Slytherin would let you off the hook just like that?" I said in disbelief. She was fun to tease.

Her green eyes grew bigger as she took in what I said, and her cheeks once again went pink; this time I think in anger.

"You think you're Emperor around here. Well, now I take my apology back. You deserved it" she huffed.

I was shocked by her response. Was she speaking to me like that? But I remembered how she had looked in the common room when she had realized it was me who had pranked her. She had looked like a furious kitten, which made me laugh just thinking about it. I tried to think of a way to seem polite for once as not to prompt her into getting upset. I remembered her name, and also how it had felt so strange when it played in my mind. I tested myself to see if my inner snake would not let it escape again from my mouth.

"Emily, is it?" I asked rather nicely this time.

"Yes." She said dumbfounded.

"But, how did you know my name?"

I realized she had never actually introduced herself, so how could I have possibly known her name. I must have seemed like a stalker, but how could she expect it from the Prince. I knew every girls name.

"Are you new?" I said.

She looked at me in disbelief and stormed off. I didn't chase after her, confused at what I had said wrong. She was sure temperamental. But it intrigued me. Again I felt that longing to know more about her. I'm not sure how I had forgiven her so easily. But it was painless. And I was not a person to easily let things go.