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~Hallways~

"Ron! What did you do that for?"Hermione exclaimed as the golden trio headed over to the hospital wing. She was utterly shocked and horrified when she saw Ron sending the quaffle across the field, colliding into Draco. Though no love was lost between the two, the Slytherin had made a peace to some degree with the golden trio towards the end of the war. However, that peace was always strained between the blonde and the ginger.

Ron frowned, "he deserved it, I was just getting even."

"For what?"Hermione asked as she raised an eyebrow, "none of your school rivalry can justify this! On top of attacking him with a quaffle, you slipped the dizziness draught into his drink! You cheated and attempted to murder someone!"

"We've been over this! Ron!"Harry exclaimed,sending the ginger a frown "I know you're angry at him but it's not something you can settle on the field. What you did was low!"

"Exactly Ron!"Hermione frowned, "we're Gryffindors, not Slytherins!"

Ron rolled his eyes at his friends, hurrying up his pace. Yes, he knew what he did was wrong. But surely his friends could understand that he had done it for the betterment of not just them but the rest of the wizarding world. Allowing that git to live is to allow the chance of a dark wizard to rise. He might have fooled everyone into thinking that he had changed for the better, but he, Ron Weasley was not a simple one to fool. Draco Malfoy like all Malfoys were slimy and slippery creatures, they will never find one at the scene of the crime, though their fingerprints might be all over the guilty wand. Moreover, Draco Malfoy should have died along with his parents at the war. He should have ceased to exist so that he wouldn't have a chance to flaunt at him. With that thought in mind, he pushed open the Hospital wing's door in anger. The conversations ceased almost immediately as the professors crowded around the blonde all turned around upon hearing the door fly open.

~Hospital Wing~

"Urgh!"Draco gasped in pain as he gripped onto his arms, twisting in agony.

Madame Promfrey rolled his sleeves up and gasped. Dark patterns were swirling all over his arms, glowing slightly. The mediwitch gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth in recognition of the curse, "Mudifest!"

Every teacher's eyes flew up to the agonizing face of the teen.

"Dear Merlin!"Flitwick gasped as he recalled the blonde had came up to him with question regarding this particular spell. He hadn't thought that he had been infected by it and wrote it off as curiosity, though he did chastised him a bit and warned him not to even think about casting the vile spell.

"Madame Promfrey!"Blaise yelled as he crashed through the door, trying to catch his breath while holding up a vial, "Draco needs this!He…"

"What do both you know of this?"Snape snapped at the Italian and the snady haired boy behind him.

Both Blaise and Theo flinched at the scrutinizing glare of their head of house, "I…"

"Give him the vial Promfrey."Dumbledor interrupted with his eyes still trailed on the teen who was trying not to scream out his pain. Promfrey nodded as she sat the teen up and lifted the vial to his lips. It took a while before the teen stopped spamsing and began to slow down his breathing.

"Is there anything else wrong with the boy?"Snape asked.

"There's a faint hint of dizziness drau-"

The door suddenly flew open to reveal the golden trio.

McGonagall trained her glare on the redhead and she marched towards the teen, "a word please, Mr. Weasley."

Ron gulped as he followed her out.

Promfrey spoke up once she finished feeding Draco a spoon of dreamless potion, "Please, everyone, let's leave Mr. Malfoy to rest after such a tiring day."

Everyone nodded and began to file out of the hospital wing, leaving the headmaster and Madame Promfrey looking distressfully at the boy lying on the bed. The mediwitch stood up and clutched the empty vial of skelegrow in her hands tightly

"Albus." Promfrey said finally able to sum up the courage to look at the headmaster, "there's not much time left." She then looked down worriedly at the unconscious boy, "it's spreading, fast, due to his blood."

"I'm well aware...but we need to know how it was transferred to him."Dumbledor frowned as he began to scroll through his mind, "we need to know when and how."

~Snape's office~

Blaise and Theo squirmed under Snape's gaze. The potions professor kept a stern face as he ushered them into his office. They could tell that for the first time since they had set foot in Hogwarts, their head of house was nervous and worried,"How much do you know about Draco and the curse he was hit with?"

"We...we just found out a week ago." Blaise said as he tried to meet his professor's gaze without flinching, "he collapsed on to the floor and we saw his arm glowing with the dark spirals."

Snape looked shock for a moment but quickly hid it. He a hard time understanding why his godson had willingly kept this secret to himself, "Do you know who he transferred it from? When he got it?"

The duo looked down in distress and Theo spoke up, "he wouldn't tell us."

"He only told us that he was infected by it after the last death-eaters roundup."Blaise recalled.

"Something about Yaxley, though he wouldn't go into detail."Theo said

Blaise and Theo shared a look before they both began telling the professor how they had found out that their friend was cursed.

*Flashback*

It was a Saturday night. Most of the Slytherins were out and about while the 8th year room was still occupied by Theo and Blaise. Theo was busy getting ready for his date with his girlfriend Daphne while Blaise was lounging on his bed, attempting to enjoy a lazy Saturday night. They were in the middle of a banter when Draco stumbled into the room looking gloomy.

"You look like you're about to kill someone, mate."Theo spoke up as he straighten his robes once more, dusting imaginary flecks of dust off of it.

"My guess is that someone would be you."Blaise said as he shot Theo a smirk, "You've been dolling up for the past hour! I mean Daphne had to be blind to go out with you, I don't think it would matter to her what you looked like."

"Shut up Blaise, we know you are a lot worse preparing for your date with Luna."

"I do have a reputation to uphold,"Blaise said as he leaned back on his bed and tossed the snitch into the air, catching it as it fell, "and she sure does reward me oh so well for it."

"The reputation of a manwhore?"Theo asked as he ran a comb through his hair, attempting to block the annoying Italian out.

"Draco, tell Theo if he keeps dolling up, he'd end up as the one in skirts in the relationship…"Blaise stopped tossing the snitch in his hands and turned, finding his friend too silent,"Draco?" that's when he saw Draco crouched on the floor, trembling violently.

"What the hell?"Blaise ran over to his crouched friend, "Draco? Can you hear me?"

Upon hearing the hustle, Theo rushed over to his friends.

"Le..left drawer"Draco struggled out the words as Blaise tried to sit him up.

Theo quickly pulled it open and fumbled through it. He pulled out a blue vial, and handed it to Blaise who pulled out the cork and handed it to his friend. Draco quickly took the vial and drank it. A black pattern spiraled onto his arms, he bit down on his lips to muffle the scream, feeling the pain intensify. Blaise and Theo blinked in recognition,"Mudifest?"

Before any of them could question why the potion wasn't working, their friend spoke up again, this time sounding as if he were in more pain,"top..top right"

Draco let out a painful groan as he gripped on to his arm, waiting for Theo to fish out another vial. After taking the vial, Draco wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and leaned back on the wall, catching his breath, waiting for Blaise and Theo to fire their questions.

The duo did not disappoint.

*End of Flashback*

Snape was awed at how vengeful Yaxley was. He was one of the vilest deatheaters they had rounded up, but to cast a curse, especially one as dark as this and required so many steps baffled the potions professor. He recalled Draco being trapped with other prisoners by Yaxley for three days before the Order had broke in to save them. He knew this spell couldn't be cast on a pureblood but could be transferred to him. Yaxley must have cast this spell on a muggleborn he had captured and then transfer this spell to Draco. But why hadn't Draco come to him for help? Surely the boy had to have some faith on his godfather? His father was never a loving and caring figure in his life, therefore, Draco used to come to him for help and with quesitons that he had.

"Professor Snape."Blaise looked at him pleadingly, breaking out of his thoughts, "you can save him, right? I can't let my friend die like this!" He bit back a sob as he recalled the horror stories his mother had told him about people dying from the spell, "There must be some way..."

"I won't let my godson die."Snape said in a clipped tone, "but I need you both to keep a close eye on Draco. Do not hesitate to tell me if his condition starts worsening."

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm also currently looking for a beta! If you want to try your hand or want to bounce off ideas with me for this story feel free to PM me!