(Holly's POV)

I hate Draco Malfoy so much right now, that I'm considering throwing him back into the pen with Buckbeak just to watch him get scratched to death.

Why? Well, my dear imaginary listeners, I have once again landed myself in the hospital wing, but this time, I was doing something nice for that ingrate ferret. Yup, that's right, I interfered with Buckbeaks mauling and got injured instead of the blond brat.

It happened sorta like this...

The moment Harry had gotten down from his ride on Buckbeak I stuck onto Draco like a lifeline. Obviously I'm not a ninja, so Draco soon noticed me and called for me to join him. I was acutely aware of the trio's eyes on my back. "Hey, Draco. How are you liking the class?"

He snorted, "Well, this can barely be called a class, in my opinion. The teacher is an oaf who doesn't know the first thing about teaching."

"Really?" I interjected, " Hagrid seems to know a great deal about creatures. Weren't you listening when he explained about the hippogriffs?"

"Like he could teach me anything."

"Fine. If you're going to be that way, then I'll just teach you myself using what Hagrid taught me." I lead him over to Buckbeak and motioned for him to stay back while I bowed to the great beast. There was a little hesitation before he bowed back and allowed me to walk forward and stroke him. "You have to show respect," I whispered, quiet enough to be polite but loud enough that Draco would hear me, "because to them, you are the strange one."

I motioned for him to bow too, which he did grudgingly, and he soon joined me with Buckbeak. "See? It's not so bad."

For a few moments I we were silent and I allowed myself to relax. It didn't seem like there would be any trouble from Draco today. "Y'know? Your not so bad, Draco."

"Better than Potter anyway." He sneered, "That golden boy Potter thinks he's so supreme, just because of a few lucky breaks." My heart dropped as he turned his attention to Buckbeak. "You can't be too scary if Potter was able to handle you, you big, ugly brute."

There was no time to swear as I tackled Draco to the ground. I couldn't hold back the scream that came when a hippogriff claw slashed through my shoulder. The pain blinded me momentarily, but I could hear Hargrid's yells as he reigned in Buckbeak and the screams of my classmates as they swarmed around to help.

When Hagrid came to carry me to the Hospital Wing, I had gathered enough of my senses to form coeherent sentences through my screams. "DRACO! YOU FUCKING IDIOT! WHEN I GET OUT I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU SO FUCKING HARD! BASTARD!"

And that's where we are now, sort of. Madame Pomfrey had a fit when she saw what a bloody mess I was. Hagrid and the students who followed us (I later found out that it was the trio, bless them.) quickly explained what the situation was and then were promptly booted out of Hospital Wing. I'm not sure when exactly I passed out, but I woke in time for dinner and was released soon after. I tried to get out of wearing one, but Pomfery insisted that I wear a sling for my arm to reduce movement since my shoulder was still a little tender. Luckily it was my left arm, because writing and general eating would have been difficult without my dominant arm.

Dinner had already started when I strode into the Great Hall. I saw Hermione notice me and wave me over to the Gryffindor table but I just smiled and guestured that I would be just a moment, and she watched with disbelief as I made my way over to the Slytherine table, stopping behind a chattering Draco Malfoy who had yet to notice my presence. "Draco." I filled my voice with as much venom as a could and gave a satisfied smirk when he froze in the middle of a senence.

He slowly turned to face me when I began my tirade. "What the hell were you thinking! Didn't you listen to what I said? When I told you to be respectful, I wasn't being cute! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I HADN'T SAVED YOUR ARSE!" I grabbed his collar and continued to shout into his face, "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! HE WOULD HAVE SLASHED THAT PUREBLOOD OUT OF YOUR ARTERIES, THAT'S WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!" I was breathing heavily by now and lowered my voice, "I saved your life. You owe me. Don't forget." I pushed him back into his chair with a final shove and stalked to the Gryffindor table redfaced and a little embarressed that the entire hall was silent and watching my every move. I took my seat next to Hermione and stuffed my face with whatever was in my reach.

Only when most of the observers had gone back to their own lives did sink my face into Hermione's shoulder. "I hate drama." I mumbled.

Hermione gave me an awkward pat on the and said in a worried tone, "How is your arm? You didn't get hurt too badly did you?"

"No, I'm good. Just a flesh wound."

"Blimey, Holly!" Ron burst, "Taking a hit for Malfoy! What possesed you to do that?"

"Yeah," Harry added, "I mean, Malfoy's the worst kind of guy! You must be a saint to have been able to do that!"

I gave a tired snort, "I'm not a saint. Just impulsive."

Before any of them could answer that I gave a sudden jolt as I remembered my lack of potion. I rose without a word and dashed down the rows. I was a little annoyed to find that Snape was giving my a dirty look, whether it was for my forgetfulness or my one-sided shouting match I didn't know. It suddenly struck me that none of the professors stepped in to stop me when I was verbally abusing Draco. When I asked Snape about it he sneered and answered, "Why would we be worried about the injured child hurting the fully capable wizard?" Then he dismissed me before I could defend myself. Jerk.


Whoo! I'm not dead! I wrote this at like midnight. Probably would have gotten done with it sooner, but I couldn't remember what I was going to do.

Anyways, no idea when the next chapter is coming, sorry for the wait.

Bye.