A/N: Well. This is the chapter that is like the partner piece to Chapter Two. This is what happens when Harry and Ron are in the hall. Yeah... There is major cursing in this chapter.

Harry dragged Ron by the shoulder into the hall. He shoved Ron on the wall, glaring at him, absolute fury on his face.

"What the fuck is your problem Ron?" Harry shouted.

"Nothing, I just don't know why you're fauning over him. For Merlin's sakes, it MALFOY! It's what he wants!"

"No, its not! Did you see him, has it happened to you? Did you watch him scream, and cry after he woke up? NO!"

"And I don't give a shit if he did! He is using you! Why can't you see that?" Ron yelled, his smirk no longer evident.

"Look Ron, I'm not being used! Maybe he did those things in the past, maybe he's been horrible. But he's changed recently. Maybe you haven't noticed, but since the end of last year, he's not well."

"I don't care. A lot is changing. Ever since last term, you've been pulling away from Hermione and I. Just... Harry, just leave him."

Harry's eyes became like steel emeralds, "I can't do that Ron. I won't stand by while he just deals with this."

"What about me and Hermione?"

"Hermione understands! You didn't see her when she saw Draco's blood on her hands. She cried for hours! And not little tears, we're talking sobs!"

"Oh boo-hoo. Like she really cares about whatever's going on."

"I'm done talking to you," Harry said calmly.

"Fine!" Ron yelled, his face as red as his hair, "Be that way. Go faun over your poofy boyfriend.

Back in the infirmary...

"So, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked, wincing as she heard the shouts.

Draco looked up with her with sadness and anger in his voice and eyes. "I can't play Quidditch, I'm coughing my scarred guts out, and I just found out that I've made a huge fool of myself, and Potter doesn't even want to be here."

"That's not true," Hermione said bluntly.

"What isn't?"

"The part where Harry doesn't want to be here. Snape sent him here because Harry started crying. In class. He was so worried about you. He's been in here for days, holding your hand, waiting for you to wake up. He likes you. He never meant for this to happen," she explained gently.

"He didn't make it happen. That was me."

"When he yelled, you turned. The hippogriff hit your chest, instead of your shoulder."

"Oh My Merlin!" Draco gasped, "He's here because he's guilty! He just feels sorry for me!"

"No!" Hermione exclaimed, "He really likes you. When he was riding Buckbeak, he was trying to impress you. Everything he does, is to get you to notice him."

"Why? Of course I notice him! That's why I'm trying to get his attention. He won't look at me..." Draco said sadly.

"Draco, he's in love with you. The way he looks at you. The adoration... It amazing. He looks up to you."

"Why? There's nothing good in me. I'm supposed to follow You-Know-Who, and Father won't let me out of it. And I'm scared all the time. There's nothing here worth looking at..."

"Draco Malfoy! Where is that arrogant know-it-all, who never thought twice about anything he did?"

"He was never there. Thats part of the Gllamor."

"Gllamor?" Hermione asked.

"I keep it on to hide the bruises from my father," Draco removed the Gllamor on his arm, revealing splotches of blue and purple Draco seemed to be wearing as a sleeve. She looked at Draco with determination in her eyes.

"I promise, that he will never hurt you again," she vowed.

Tears spilled over Draco cheeks. "Thank you."

The door opened again, revealing a flushed, angry looking Harry.

"I'm going to kill Ron!" He muttered. Then he looked at Draco.

"Oh my Rowling, what happened to your arm?"

A/N: Okay. I'm stuck. Right now, I have the choice to make this REALLY LONG, or end it in the next chapter. I'd like to see it go on, because I have good plot ideas, but it really depends on what you guys want. I've also a new story in mind… Totally AU, still Drarry. PM me or leave a reviews.

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