Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. This is... my own idea. I can't seem to find any non-romance fictions based on Wood and Flint's... hostility... This is Wood centric. Whump. Takes place in a Quidditch match. Somewhere around first movie or second, not that I particularly care. Just know that Harry is really young in this... as is Wood in the grand scheme of things... WAYYY before the third movie. Will add more chapters. Trying to get back to whumpage... I'm a freak. I like whump. :P Punishment? Alright! I can try that. Thanks for the reviews!

WOOD POV

"What do you mean he wasn't expelled?" Both of the twins shouted simultaneously. I winced slightly, wishing they would cut it down a couple octaves. McGonnagal, who clearly didn't like being yelled at, apparently didn't care at that moment. Her expression was grim and angry, and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, looking distracted. Percy went stiff beside me. I closed my eyes, willing my headache away.

"Professor Snape came by, said that Mr. Flint would be severely punished - as will all involved parties - but he will not be expelled," Professor McGonnagal had to stop and look away to avoid losing her temper.

"But that's stupid! They attacked a Prefectand nearly killed Wood!" Fred or George responded.

McGonnagal sighed heavily. "I am aware, Mr Weasely," she responded, looking rather despondent. "However, Professor Snape would not allow any of it. If you ask me, you all should keep a very careful eye on each other. Mr. Flint and his friends will not be happy to be receiving any sort of punishment," her voice trailed off in a bit of an ominous way. We all looked at each other. I realized my vision was slightly distorted and that everyone was blurry.

"Can't Professor Dumbledore do something?" Percy asked.

McGonnagal looked up at him and then shook her head while saying - "Professor Dumbledore is at the ministry on a trip to help them. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do at the moment. All teachers, however, have been notified and it is in your best interests to keep close to any professors."

Fred and George snorted. I knew exactly what was on their mind. They wanted to go and bring trouble toSlytherine.

McGonnagal seemed to realize this to and she gave them a stern look.

"Do not go looking for trouble, because I will assure you, you will receive it and more," she said, before ushering us all from her office.

News spread quickly through the Griffindor house, mostly through the help of the twins, and by the time I returned, I found the room buzzing with anticipation, anger and house pride. I wasn't sure what was going to kill me first. My headache, or all of this attention. Either way, I began to make the fastest escape possible, stumbling upstairs to my shared room with Percy. Somehow I got out of there and crawled slowly and weakly into bed, trying to get into a comfortable position. It was impossible.

My head was pounding so fiercely I wondered if I should go to the nurse. It felt like something was smashing violently against my skull, tearing it apart and ripping my brain to shreds. Grimacing, I let out an exhausted, pained moan into the pillow. Why did it hurt so bad?

I don't remember getting hit in the head. Though it wouldn't surprise me. I didn't quite remember passing out in Diggery's arms, either. Best never to mention that again though. Hopefully no one but the nurse knew about that. The twins might think it funny to spread around a rumour thought. I began to get up but the pain that lanced through my skull made me whimper and sink back down. Okay. Bad idea.

I wished I could fall asleep. Something told me it was going to be a long night.

After a time that I couldn't be sure of, Percy finally came up to the room. Every small thud of his step sent a renewed pulse to my brain. Cringing, I pressed my head into the pillow, seeking a cold spot to cool it. It must be on fire. There must be lava practically pouring out of my brain by now. Part of me wanted to say something. Ask for help. But that was a weakness I could not afford to give. I had already shown myself incredibly weak today over and over again, and I didn't need to embarrass myself any longer.

After what felt like an hour, Percy's voice broke the semi-silence, which was run only by the sound of my heart pulsing in my head.

"You're still awake."

Understatement of the year. I tried to turn my head but decided it was best to keep myself completely still. My head would thank me later.

"Yes," I responded.

"You've been squirming and groaning for about a half hour now. Headache?"

I froze. When had I been groaning? I hadn't even been realizing it. Whatever. He knew now. "Yeah," I admitted.

Percy stood, and then his footsteps thudded in my brain for awhile before he returned. Something refreshing cool was suddenly lying across my head and half of my forehead. It felt good. "Thanks," I mumbled quietly.

Percy was silent - probably for my sake - as he wandered back to his own bed.

Within another hour, I finally fell asleep. I'd need it for tomorrow.