Disclaimer: Regretfully, I do not own Harry Potter.

For the first time in my life I didn't know what to do. I knew that Dobby had been his house elf but I'd just assumed he hated him. His father certainly did. "Malfoy? Umm.." He pushed past me into the common room. "Just drop it Granger." I gaped at him. "Just drop it?!" He raised his eyes to mine. "Please." I nodded; I would drop it for now.

Suddenly I remembered where we were. "It's beautiful." And it most certainly was. The common room had a high ceiling with rich red walls and silver chandeliers that cast a warm glow on the room. The upholstery was genuine leather; the curtain's made of silk. It was enough to take anyone's breath away.

I just stood there for a minute, taking it all in. Then slowly, I walked up the grand staircase, it was the most beautiful staircase I've ever seen. It was a smaller version of the staircase that had been made for the Yule Ball in fourth year, except there were ornate dragons carved into the wood of the railings and a ruby red carpet trailing down each step.

If this was what the common room looked like, I could only guess at what my room would be. Suffice to say I was not disappointed. There was a massive silver door that opened up to a room that was fit for a Queen. The walls were the prettiest light blue, the silk bed sheets an elegant gold. The drawings around the bed were an opaque white, and there was a white fur rug beside the bed. I was delighted to find a gigantic oak bookcase filled with books lining the side wall, and a window seat with a magnificent view of the grounds. I was in awe. It was absolutely stunning. I was broken out of my trance by a loud crash, followed by absolute silence.

I rushed out of my room to the other side of the staircase where Malfoy's room is. "Malfoy? Are you alright?" "Do I bloody look alright?" I gasped; he was lying in the middle of the room in a pool of his own blood with a bookcase pinning him down. I slipped into first aid mode. "What happened? Where does it hurt?" "My stomach" was all he could manage.

I levitated the bookcase and knelt down beside him. "Can you make it to the hospital wing or should I fix it first?" "Not…gonna…make…it…fix…it" he groaned. Very carefully I lifted off his shirt. It was worse than I thought; there was a deep gash in the middle of his stomach and smaller cuts running all over his six pack...I shook my head. I needed to focus. I took out my wand and waved it over the cuts mumbling various healing spells. That would hold them long enough for the walk to the hospital wing.

"Okay Malfoy, I've done some primary healing spells but they need some more advanced magic. I'm going to take you to the hospital wing and let Madam Pomfrey fix you up. Alright?" He was silent. "Alright?" I persisted. "Malfoy…..Malfoy….Draco!" That got his attention. "I'm awake I'm awake." I gave him a look. "You need to stay awake until we get to the hospital wing."

I levitated him and got to the hospital wing as fast as I could. An hour later Madam Pomfrey came out to talk to me.

"Very good work Miss Granger. Without your efforts Mr. Malfoy here might not have made it. He's stable now, you can go see him."

I swallowed nervously as I walked up to his bed. "Hey." "Hey." He replied, meeting my eyes with his. I'd never noticed how beautiful his eyes were until that moment…whoa. Hold up. I did not just think that Draco Malfoy's eyes were beautiful. We sat in silence for a while. "Granger, not that I'm not grateful for you saving me, but why are you here?" I glared at him. "I thought that you might want some company and I was trying to be nice. Obviously I shouldn't have been because you're still the same obnoxious ferret you always were." His mouth pulled up into his signature smirk. "And you're the same bushy haired bookworm." "Ugh! Fine then, be alone, see if I care!"

I stalked out of the hospital wing and back to the splendor of my new dormitory. At least I wouldn't have to share it with Malfoy tonight. I grabbed a book and settled down under my covers.

Half an hour later and I was still on the same page. Not being able to sleep, I grabbed the Marauders Map (Harry had loaned it to me for the year) and snuck out of the dormitory. I set off down the hall and before I knew it I was facing the hospital wing. Tentatively I pushed open the door. Madam Pomfrey must have already retired because all the lights were turned off and she was nowhere in sight.

Very quietly I crept over to Malfoy's bed. There was a bottle of dreamless sleep potion on the corner of the night table which he must have taken. I pulled back the curtains and found him asleep. He looked so peaceful; the usual guarded expression gone from his face and replaced with one of content. I couldn't help but stare. I sat down beside him and just watched him breathe. Before I knew what was happening, I fell asleep.