Author's Note: I'm giving this BIG part to you hard and fast, because I know that's the way you like it. Oh and Squee! You all are making me blush with your praise. chimerical: I didn't really think I had any of the characters right but I was just going to carry on anyway because I don't really care. I'm having too much fun writing this story. limanching: still glad you're happy because every time I read your profile I just think to myself 'she has got to just *hate* what I've done to Draco'. But you're still happy, so far. sammy-mackie: hugs for you. I'm so glad you keep up with my story.

¤¤Draco's POV¤¤

"We are finished," Hermione smiles broadly at me brandishing a cauldron full of a thick red liquid.

"Is that the potion?" I ask crinkling my nose at it.

"Yes," she says still smiling, ugh, she's beaming.

"It looks disgusting, he's never going to drink it." I tell her.

She gives me a look of death and I silence myself while she ladles some into a vile then puts a stopper in it. She looks very pleased with herself and I can't help but give a wry smile at her enthusiasm.

We had been working for almost nine hours straight and now finally the potion that, she believes, will cure Weasley is done.

"Let's go and give it to him," she says bouncing with excitement.

I smile at her, I can't stop myself, she's so optimistic it's catchy. She runs towards the door and it flies open. I pull her back before it cracks her in the head and Snape steps inside.

I have Hermione in my arms and she has her hands resting on my chest. Snape looks absolutely appalled.

"I hope you two have at least been using some form of protection," Snape says glaring at Hermione and I.

I let go of Hermione and Snape sweeps by us and into his office.

"Professor Snape," Hermione says cheerily.

Snape just growls at her and looks angry. "What?"

"We think we've got a potion that will work," Hermione says in the same cheerful manner.

"Do you?" Snape raises his eyebrow and looks at us skeptically. "What is it?"

"It's four parts pain neutralizer mixed with two parts privigora and one part anti-hexing lilies." Hermione lies. It's a convincing lie to say the least. It would make a potion about the same color and consistency as the one we have made. We already made a potion of similar ingredients but Snape doesn't know that. We had been giving random potions to Weasley in an attempt to find the answer faster without the knowledge of any of the teachers.

"That sounds like an admirable concoction however I don't think that you should get your hopes up." Snape says and sounds like he actually cares When really if he cared he would have told us about the cure so we could have tried that first and spared Weasley all of this pain.

"Can we go and give it to him, please sir," Hermione almost begs.

I look at her incredulously. Never beg, there is no reason to beg, she should be ashamed of herself.

Snape looks over her eager face then scrutinizes mine. I know my face betrays none of my feelings. I could be ecstatic or mortified or miserable and I would still look as if I was made of stone.

He nods his accent and Hermione squeaks in appreciation, turns on her heal, and bounds out of the door. I turn respectfully and walk silently from the room. Hermione waits outside nearly bouncing off of the walls.

Snape and I walk to the infirmary, Hermione bounces, and we get there in record time. Hermione runs through the door and stops right inside so I almost run into her and Snape does run into me. Snape moves to the front and clears his throat loudly.

Potter and Weasley were kissing, then Potter crawled up onto the bed and on top of Weasley. Oh where did I put my laser vision?

Weasley and Potter separate and Weasley looks guilty while Potter glares maliciously at Snape. I wonder what is going on between Potter and Snape. This seems like more than just the normal resentment.

"I hope you two have been behaving yourselves," Snape says to them.

"Well, it's not like we'd have done anything here that we haven't done everywhere else," Potter says icily. I'm impressed, I never thought that Potter would have it in him.

"You'd do well to watch your cheek mister Potter," Snape snarls at him. Now I wish I'd been in class today, something obviously happened, I'll just have to find out from someone in Slytherin.

Weasley laughs.

Why is he laughing? His boyf... ugh... Potter is getting into a fight with a teacher and he's laughing?

"Is there something funny mister Weasley?" Snape asks.

"I just had a really funny thought is all," Weasley says.

What is wrong with him? It's like he's been drugged.

"Well, I'm sure we could all use a laugh. Do share it with us." Snape says walking over to Weasley's bed and sitting in the chair next to it.

"I just thought that you and Harry are acting especially mean tonight and I was wondering if it was a lovers spat," Weasley says before staring to laugh like a mad man. "Have you been having a go at my boyfriend, Professor Snape?"

He's gone mad. He's off his rocker. I thought I was gone but he just said... that... to a teacher.

"Ron," Hermione says stepping forward and lightly touching his arm. He stops laughing and looks at her, his face going eerily blank.

"Hmm," Snape says steepling his fingers and resting his head on the tips. "He's nearing the end. No control over his thoughts, mind, or mouth apparently."

Ron opens his mouth to speak but Potter covers his mouth. Potter is touching him again. I could kill him right now.

**Don't be testy. Potter can do more than just covering his mouth, he's Ron's boyfriend.**

Damn it shut up!

"We've come up with a potion we're sure will work, Ron," Hermione gushes holding up the vile proudly.

We're sure will work? She means she's sure that I love him. No way.

"I'm not sure it's going to work," I say.

I know Hermione understands what I'm saying.

"Right well, Malfoy doesn't think that this will work but we're optimistic..."

"I'M NOT OPTIMISTIC!"

What is she trying to do?! I'm not in love with Weasley, I don't love him and this potion is not going to help him. Oh Merlin, it's not going to hurt him is it? I look at Hermione wishing I could ask her this question, wishing I had thought to ask before we trudged up here.

"Oh honestly, Malfoy, we all know you want Ron to die but you could pretend that you don't for three seconds." Hermione snarls at me.

Hey, I don't want Weasley to die! Oh, that's a cover story.

"Malfoy wants me to die," Weasley asks stupidly.

He looks around the room and his eyes glance over me and I'm sure he's about to tell everyone that I kissed him. He can't tell Snape that I kissed him! Snape would tell my father! My father would kill Weasley! Weasley can't die, I'm going to save him and he's about to blow it all two seconds before we get the cure down his throat.

Before Ron gets a word out Hermione pushes the vile into his hands, "Drink it, Ron." she says loudly.

Ron looks down at the vile and shudders noticeably. I want to reach over and touch his shoulder.

"It's not really blood is it?" Ron laughs as he says it and I look over at Hermione, she gives me the same nervous look that I'm sure I'm giving her. Ron blanches. "It is blood isn't it. Someone horrible's blood, huh? It's not Trelawny's is it? It is isn't it? Sick, I'm not drinking her blood."

I want to laugh, he's being ridiculous. But at least he didn't ask if it was my blood. I wonder what Hermione would say if he did?

"It's not Trelawny's blood Ron, it's just a dark red color. Stop whining and drink it," Hermione says angrily.

That was a bit harsh. But I notice she didn't say it wasn't blood. What? Can't bare to lie to him, I mean, anymore than you already have.

Ron takes the stopper out of the vile and a few wisps of silver smoke puff out of the top. I wonder if Snape suspects anything, that was definitely not something that the potion Hermione said we made would do. Weasley brings the bottle up to his lips but Hermione screams and lunges at him. I flinch impercievably.

"Wait," Hermione says glancing over her shoulder at me.

"Jeez, Hermione, what's your problem? You nearly gave me a heart attack," Potter says placing his hand over his chest.

What a wimp. How did he survive an attack from the Dark Lord? If Hermione yelling causes him to have a heart attack then how was he able to face him head on not once but numerous times?

"I think that Malfoy should wait outside," Hermione says glancing back over at me again.

"I think that since Mr. Malfoy worked so diligently on the potion that he would want to see the outcome. If it does indeed work then Mr. Weasley can thank him straight away," Snape begins talking and I wonder if it's really about me or if he just wants to humiliate Potter's boy.

Potter's boy?! He can't be Potter's boy. I hate Potter and I want Weasley as mine. My boy!

"Straight," Ron laughs and Potter covers his mouth again.

Potter, I begin gnashing my teeth not caring if anyone can hear it. That bastard is always trying to touch Weasley, he doesn't even care if anyone else is in the room. I could curse him into oblivion right now, I could just whip out my wand and mutter a quick curse and who knows, he might like spending the rest of his life oozing mucus from every orifice.

Hermione is looking at me. Why is she looking at me like that?

**She wants you to leave.**

Oh right, the potion and pain, I remember.

"Um, Professor," I say looking from Hermione to Snape, "I wanted to know what I missed in class. Perhaps you could show me it... now."

Snape doesn't look like he likes this suggestion much. I wonder if I could just order him to leave with me so they can give him the potion without him realizing what it is and saying the counter spell. It's actually kind of stupid to make the potion really hard to make but you can stop it just by flicking your wand and saying Ispiritas.

Snape looks like I've gone insane. "Certainly you want to be here in case Mr. Weasley recovers miraculously. I can show you and Ms. Granger the work you missed tomorrow..."

Oh for the love of all that is dead and soulless, just do what I say! "I'd like to see it now," I think I interrupted him.

Now he looks all hurt and sad. If you'd just done as I asked then we could have avoided this entire argument. He nods and stalks away and out the door.

I should follow, I have to go with him. My proximity to Weasley will affect how much pain I'm going to be in. It's sort of like a pre-punishment prior to the actual punishment of being bound to someone else's feelings.

I reach the door and turn back to Hermione. She nods at me. Was that supposed to be a helpful slash inspirational nod of 'good luck' or a 'hurry up and get the fuck out of here' nod?

"I'll give you two minutes, then grit your teeth and hold on." Hermione says to me.

Ah, it was the 'you're going to be in a whole hell of a lot of pain no matter where you are so run you stupid son of a bitch' look.

I nod and leave the room. Snape is waiting for me down the hall a little from the infirmary. He looks suspicious but he can't prove anything, yet.

**I like the way you added yet. Like he hasn't gotten the big picture but he will in a moment or two and by then it will be too late. I knew you knew this potion was going to work. You know you love Ron.**

"I left all of my books in the Slytherin common room," I tell him and take off in a sprint for the dungeons.

I wonder if he's even trying to keep up with me? I did just take off. I might actually make it there before I collapse in pain and maybe they can just assume it's a cramp from running.

**Right. Because you'd never be able to run all the way to the dungeons even though you run for half an hour every morning.**

Hey, nobody likes people who make sense.

"Naphtali," I mutter as I reach the hidden entrance to Slytherin.

I walk inside and into the heart of the common room, filled with Slytherins, before the first pang hits me.

It feels like a small dagger going through my arm, followed by more small stabs, until they are all over my body. I crumple to the floor and I think I might have screamed. It's more pain than I thought it would be.

People are staring to crowd around me, they're staring. Nosey bastards, why don't you go back to humping like rabbits?

"Oh, Draco," why can't I get a break? Millicent Bulstrode, well my life is already a swirling cesspool of depravity so why wouldn't she be here?

Is she spinning? No, no I'm spinning. Why am I spinning? Time to close my eyes, spinning is not a good thing.

I shut my eyes tightly and the spinning still happens but at least the people and room aren't moving.

Cold! Holy shit it's cold. Why is it so damned cold. Open eyes, have I been transported to a polar cap? I open my eyes.

Is that Potter?! What the hell is Potter doing here? Is he touching me? Why the hell is Potter touching me?!

He's kissing me!

**On the forehead.**

NO!

"Geroffme!" I scream and push him away.

"Ron? Are you okay?" Potter asks reaching out to me.

I slap his hand away hard and he pulls it back.

"Harry, maybe you should just," Hermione, Hermione is here? Why am I by Hermione?

"Ron," Potter reaches out for me again and scoots closer.

I push him back hard with my hands against his chest. "Stay away from me, Potter. I don't want your sympathy." I sneer at him.

I shiver as the cold threatens to over lap me and Potter pulls me into his arms. I push him and he lets go of me. I scoot back away from him. "Don't touch me, Potter, I fucking hate you. Don't touch me, damn you! Arrh."

I fall off of the bed and land with a thud on my ass. Potter and Granger slide down too and Potter stares at me. I look up at him and he smiles at me. That fucking bastard!

He reaches out to me again and I swat him away hitting his hand with a loud smack. "I said don't fucking touch me. I don't want you to ever touch me, how fucking stupid are you?!"

He looks as if I'd just punched him in the face and I'd smile if the world weren't spinning again. I clamp my eyes shut and wait for the spinning to stop.

Someone is touching me. It had better not be Potter or I swear to Merlin he is a dead man.

I open my eyes and see Zabini looking very smug and stroking my hair. I sit bolt upright.

"Are you okay?" Millicent asks. Millicent? Ah yes she's here. I never thought I would be so happy to see her ugly face.

I look over at her and glare, "yes, I'm fine."

I say it with more strength than I actually feel and I'm amazed that I pulled it off so seamlessly.

What was I doing before the weirdness ensued?

**Snape.**

Eww, alright now you're just being disgusting. Why on earth would I want to do Snape? Oh, I was walking with Snape.

**Duh.**

And now he must know what we did. I am so dead. Where is he?

"Professor Snape?" I ask and hope he's not as smart as I know he is.

I turn around and see him standing, glaring at me, with his arms crossed so tight it looks painful. I stand up and dust myself off then smile pleasingly, I hope it's pleasingly, at him.

"I'll go and collect my books," I say turning quickly but a loud crashing against the hidden door stops me and everyone turns their heads fearfully towards the entrance.

I look around at the frightened faces and almost laugh. I don't care if it's a full grown mountain troll on the other side of that door, which it might be by the sound of the banging, I'd rather deal with it than Snape.

"I'll get it," I say nonchalantly, as if this sort of thing happens all of the time.

I walk over to the wall and swing it open. Granger stands on the other side with her wand raised in mid spell.

"Oi, Granger, are you trying to break the door down?" I ask as she puts her wand away and walks over to where I'm standing.

"I might not have had to if you'd had a doorbell installed like I told you to," she smiles and walks in past me.

It must have worked, she looks very pleased with herself.

"Ms. Granger," Snape snarls at her.

She stops dead in her tracks and looks from Snape to all of the people crowded around in the common room. Of all of the days for so many people to be in the common room it had to be today.

"Professor Snape," she says coolly.

"What are you doing here," Snape says, it doesn't even sound like a question.

"Well," Hermione starts but Zabini cuts her off.

"She and Draco have been doing, what did you call it this morning, ah yes, 'a whole dominatrix thing'." Zabini smiles broadly.

That little tattletale. Like I would want him just because he's told on and Granger and my twisted love affair.

**You don't have a twisted love affair. Dip shit. It's a lie.**

I know that.

"Yes, well like I said this morning, as long as they use protection." Snape says never taking his eyes from Granger and I. "Outside, now."

Snape shepherds Granger and I out of the common room. Once outside he cast Intercomus on himself.

"All teachers and the headmaster your presence is requested at the infirmary," Snape then takes it off and walking towards the infirmary at a brisk pace. "Apparently Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy are more connected than we thought." Snape begins thinking out loud. "This morning Mr. Malfoy had all of the signs of having taken Veritaserum then this afternoon it seemed that Weasley had the same problem. Yes... that's what I was thinking as well, that Malfoy was projecting the next stage of Weasley's digression and not under the actual influence of Veritaserum. Yes... we're nearly there now." Snape is obviously having a conversation with someone who we can't see as Granger and I jog to keep up. When we reach the infirmary McGonagall is already there.

"Has it happened?" She asks in a foreboding tone.

"They've administered Aphrodite's frost to Weasley." Snape says to McGonagall and she looks aghast.

I think she's going to lash into us on how terribly wrong it is that we have done something illegal but the rest of the teachers show up at that second and whatever she was going to say is drowned in the sea of their loud questions.

"Everyone please calm down," McGonagall calls loudly to the teachers, "Mr. Weasley is still alive and he'll be fine. Or as fine as you can be once you've been given Aphrodite's frost without your consent."

There is a collective gasp from the teachers and then a deafening amount of rapid questions. McGonagall opens her mouth to answer some of the questions she can hear but then one person can be heard above the rest, "Let's hear what the boy has to say."

All of the teachers push past McGonagall and into the infirmary crowding around Weasley and shouting inaudible questions at him.

Potter is standing across the room and looking very upset. I would smile if I wasn't about to be punished very badly. I wonder if I'll be kicked out now?

Potter glances over at the crowd around Weasley before walking hastily out of the room. I want to cheer out loud but I feel that at this juncture it might not be prudent.

"If everyone will please, I would like only Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, Madame Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape to remain here." Dumbledore says. Dumbledore. He wasn't with us outside and he wasn't there when I saw Potter walk out. That man is like a cat, very sneaky.

The other teachers look dejected and some even physically hurt by his decision but they leave anyway.

"An outrage!" Snape yells once everyone is gone.

What does he mean an outrage? The outrage is that there was a cure and they were just going to let Weasley die.

"Ms. Granger you, of all people, should have realized the severity of such a thing. There was a reason we didn't try this exact same potion." McGonagall says wringing her hands.

Am I missing something because I thought the worst was over. I thought the worst was the actual drinking of the potion. Is it going to get worse?

"What?" Weasley asks.

Oh, he looks so completely lost. It makes him even more irresistible. I could kiss him right now.

"I'll have to make sure he's not hurt," Madame Pomfrey says hurrying over to where Weasley is sitting with a tray full of foreboding looking tools.

Where the hell did she come from? There must be a secret passage in and out of the hospital wing because these people just pop out of nowhere.

"What are you going to do with those?!" Weasley screams at her.

I would snicker if there weren't a small knot forming at my temple.

"I am very disappointed in you Mr. Malfoy! You should never have agreed to this," Snape is yelling at me but the pain in my temple is steadily growing. Covering most of my forehead and wrapping it's way around the back as well.

"What is going on here?!" Weasley yells.

I wonder if it's his screaming that's giving me such a bad headache. I wonder if anyone would mind if I preformed a morning after type spell right now?

"Calm down Mr. Weasley or I'll have to sedate you and the readings will be off," Pomfrey jabs at him with the long rod and he winces slightly.

"Stop that," He says batting the rod away.

The pain in my head recedes a little.

"It says he's fine, no Hecate's inferno at all," Pomfrey says.

That means it worked, that means I really do love him, that means all of these people know it. My father will know it, Snape will tell him and he'll sneak into the school and kill me in my sleep. Or kill Weasley, that is not an option.

**You love him. Well I'm not surprised.**

Well I am.

**You were deep in denial.**

Damn it why am I still crazy?

**Just lucky I guess.**

"Yippee," Weasley says and crosses his arms over his chest.

I would laugh if my entire world weren't currently crumbling around me and the headache is coming back.

"This is very good news for Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore says smiling at the recovered patient.

Yes, terrific news for Weasley. Now he'll know how I feel and one of us is going to die. My head is really starting to hurt.

"Where's Harry?" Weasley asks.

I could slap him. He's surrounded by people, and me, you'd think this would be enough but no. 'I need Harry Potter, my life is shite without him, would someone please escort my precious man back to me?' I could just reach over and...

"I didn't think it was prudent for Harry to be here at the moment," Dumbledore says.

I look up at him and he turns his twinkling eyes on me. He knows. He knows everything doesn't he.

Ow, ow, hey, that really fucking hurts. What the hell is wrong with me? My head feels like it's going to split in half. Okay this is not right, something is wrong with me. I can't...

I fall to my knees gripping my throbbing head as if it would actually blow up and I can stop it by holding it together.

"Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall says.

The pain jumps. That's the only way I can describe it. One moment it's pressing down on me and then it's gone replaced by an almost fuzzy feeling then the pressing pain comes back, all in the time of a second.

**This is probably what Hermione was talking about when she said it might 'hurt' when Weasley is upset.**

"I think I made a mistake," I say and stand as the pain lets up slightly.

Or maybe I'm just getting used to it.

"Ron, can you please just try and hold your temper," Granger says to Weasley and her hand twitches in my direction.

"Hold my temper! I haven't done anything! I was dying because this git..." He's screaming again, like my head isn't in enough pain he has to go and start screaming.

I grab my head again and hope he stops soon.

"Watch your tongue Mr. Weasley..."

"... poured," throbbing, "that," pounding, "whatever," hammering, "on me," pain, "and now," room, "I'm healed," spinning, "and no one is happy and you've sent Harry away but this stupid..."

"STOP!" I would beg him to stop if I had to. I don't care about dignity or being a Malfoy, just stop the pain.

"Maybe Malfoy should go somewhere else until Ron can keep his temper." Hermione is talking, I can hear her but I don't want to open my eyes or release the death grip on my head.

There is a hand on my shoulder leading me somewhere. Am I leaving? Am I going far away from Weasley and his pain? No, I'm being pushed down into a chair.

"Why am I getting yelled at?" Weasley begins and the pain in my head grows in leaps and bounds until it's one big ball of blinding white light and I can't feel anything anymore.

Cold, it's freezing, when did it get so cold in here?

I open my eyes and see Weasley pull his hand away from me.

He healed me, aww, I didn't think he would care enough. Whoa, he healed me. Did Hermione tell him about the potion and why it worked? About how I love him?

I jump off of the bed.

"Alright there, mate?" Weasley just called me mate.

I could kiss him. Get a grip, man, he knows, he's fucking with you.

"What just happened?" I ask and my voice quavers in a very non Malfoy way.

"Now Malfoy," Hermione says taking a step towards me.

She's going to touch me, in front of Weasley? No! Just because Weasley has to know that I love him doesn't mean I have to play nice.

I jump away from her and bang into the bed.

"Did you hurt yourself? 'Cause you know I can fix that for yah," Weasley says holding up his finger and smiling broadly.

He's almost whistling with happiness. I can't take this, he knows, fine, but I'm not going to have him rub it in my face for the rest of my life.

"Ron," Granger says not taking her eyes from me.

"It worked then?" I ask, even though it's obvious by now that it worked.

She nods and my legs nearly give out causing me to desperately grip the bed trying not to pass out.

"You told him," I ask and my voice takes on a very high squeaking sound.

**You are freaking out. You need to calm down.**

Weasley starts nodding like a fool and still smiling and I think I might faint dead away if it weren't for this tingling sensation in my head. It feels really nice. Weasley must be happy.

"No," huh, what? Oh yes, Hermione, "I thought that wasn't necessary at this exact moment in time."

What wasn't necessary? Oh, telling Ron about the whole 'love' thing. She probably wants me to tell him. Well fuck that. I'm not... that kind of tickles.

I laugh and Weasley's eyes lower into slits and he glares at me.

"What?!" He screams at me.

The all together not horrible feeling goes away and I stop laughing.

"Ron, your temper," Granger tells him. She treats him like a child, why did they even start dating?

"Might I remind you that I didn't have the best control on my temper before you two decided to do this little experiment so expecting me to be a perfectly rational and calm person now is utterly ridiculous," Weasley says.

That was down right articulate. I never would have expected something like that from Weasley. I've been trained to speak appropriately but I didn't think that Weasley had.

"There appear to be, um, more side effects than I originally thought," Granger says pulling her gaze from Weasley to me.

What is that supposed to mean?

"What's that supposed to mean?" Weasley says and I look up at him horrified.

Did he just read my mind? No, he's not even looking at me.

**What does him looking at you have to do with anything?**

Nothing. That means he's starting to sound like me. Maybe next he'll be getting head from Zabini. He had better not!

I laugh out loud at the thought and Granger begins to laugh too.

"Hey! What's so funny?" Weasley asks.

Pain courses through my head and I stop laughing and grab my head. "Okay, not so funny anymore."

"Oh, are you alright?" Granger asks stepping towards me.

She's going to touch me? I thought we had had enough of the touching after the kissing. I don't want her to touch me, then Weasley might know how I feel, he might know that I'm not such a Malfoy. My father would kill me.

**You're not making any sense.**

Shut up you.

I side step her and glare angrily at her. "I'm fine, Granger," I say trying to get the point across that I don't want her to touch me.

"Oi, Malfoy, she's just trying to help you, you insufferable git, you could try to be nice to her." Weasley says right in my ear.

Why is he right in my ear? I can't be that close to him. Wait, why can't I be that close to him? I don't know but I can't. Look at his lips, and eyes, and hair, and neck and... okay that's why I can't be this close to him. He's looking at me with those clear blue eyes and it's the most hypnotic thing I've ever seen.

**He's just been yelling at you. Do try and stay focused.**

Yelling at me? Oh, yes, about Granger and helping.

"I don't want her help," I snarl at him but I can't get over how beautiful his eyes are and the memory of his lips against mine. We're so close, I could just move in and kiss him.

But he turns away from me and addresses Granger, "I don't know what is going on here. What happened to Draco," he just said my first name. It sends tingles all through my body, "Malfoy the unbelievable bastard who was on the inquisitor's squad last year? What happen to Draco," he did it again and even the fact that he follows it with my last name and an insult isn't taking away from the beautiful sound of my name on his lips, "Malfoy who was always trying to get us into trouble for six years? What happened to Draco,"

"Would you stop saying my name?" I scream at him.

I can't do this right here, I cannot get hard, I cannot let Weasley know how much control he has over me.

"Forgive me your highness, I didn't realize I was offending the great and powerful Draco..."

That's it, I can't take anymore. I grab him by his shirt front and press my lips almost painfully against his. An odd sensation tingles through me, like I can feel my euphoria from kissing him as well as his from kissing me. He really likes kissing me? He's shocked and excited and... disgusted.

He grabs my hands and uses them to push me back. He looks at me, disgusted, while I stumble back.

He hated it, I love kissing him and he was disgusted. How can he hate kissing me so much, it's not like I'm bad at it, I'm damned good and I've been told so numerous times.

"Don't do that again, Malfoy," Weasley snarls at me.

Well, that hurts.

"Rictusempra!"

The world is spinning again and I think I've lost contact with the floor. Oh look, there it is. Oww... okay, now that hurts.

I smack my head on the ground and the world goes white once again.

I think I can hear arguing and... footsteps.

"Where is Mr. Malfoy?" I hear Pomfrey ask but it sounds distorted, like it's being slowed down after she says it.

I have to get up. I have to say something. "I'm over here," I say getting up off of the floor and trying not to look like I'm in too much pain. "I must have tripped getting a glass of water." Tripped, ha, more like I was sent flying by a crazed, jealous boyfriend.

I think my shoulder is dislocated and I have a wicked cut down the same arm. It must be from this bed. Damned sharp edges. My knee doesn't feel to good either, I've banged it a good one. I'm going to be sore for days.

That bastard. I fucking hate Harry Potter.

"Right, that's quite long enough anything you've not told him yet can wait until later." I move to go to the door thankful to get away, "no, Mr. Malfoy, you stay here in the infirmary. Mr. Weasley you too. Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger visiting time is over. I'll give you a moment to say your goodbyes and then it's time to go."

She's leaving Weasley and I alone, all alone. Potter is glaring at me, I want to flip him off but I doubt that even Snape would let it go after the fiasco that has been today.

"Goodnight, Ron. I'll see you tomorrow. Try and keep your temper," Granger says before kissing him on the cheek and walking out the door.

That just leaves Pomfrey, Weasley, Potter, and me. One of us has to leave can you guess, can you guess which one.

"Forget 'watching your temper'. Let the bastard have it." Potter says and kisses Weasley on the cheek.

That was very mature. Honestly, I can't see why anyone would want to be around that jackass.

Weasley's eyes are all glazed over. I wonder if Potter hexed him before he left?

I limp over to the bed that I woke up on and begin to distractedly straighten the sheets while staring at Weasley.

I clear my throat loudly but he doesn't even flinch. Potter didn't really hex him did he?

"You're giving me a headache, Weasley," I drawl hoping to pull him out of his reverie.

He looks over at me with surprise clearly written in his eyes.

"Sorry," he mumbles and begins to clear his things from the half of the room I'll be occupying. "Did he hurt you?"

I look up at him, he's not looking at me and it gives me a couple of seconds to get my expressionless face back before he does look at me.

"I'm not that hurt," I say hoping he can't see how much it means to me that he asked.

I begin to walk around the bed fixing the bed sheets with my good arm and trying not to limp too badly. I get to the end of the bed and he gasps and grabs my arm elevating it and moving the dislocated shoulder painfully.

I yelp in pain and pull away from him.

"You're hurt," he says.

"It's not that bad,"

"Don't be such a baby, just let me see it."

He grabs my hand and that same freezing cold feeling rushes through my body again, I shiver. I can feel the cut heal and my shoulder pop back into place. It's actually pretty gross.

He raises my hand to his eye level and pushes up the sleeve. The blood is still there but the cut is gone. His fingers brush my skin and I physically stop myself from shivering in pure rapture.

"Where is it?" he asks and I snap out of my pleasure trance.

I pull my arm away and step back from his intoxicating form. I look at the ground hoping if I can't see him I won't want to jump him.

This is torture, being so close to him and having him touch me without really being able to do what I want to him.

"Okay," he says.

He must have realized he just healed me. Does he expect a thank you? I don't do 'thank yous'. I wasn't that hurt anyway. I would have been fine...

"Thanks," I say. Damn it! I'm a Malfoy, I don't need to thank him!

"Don't mention it," he says without turning around.

I want to say something else, I want to sit down and watch the spectacular backside view that I have right now, I want to reach out and touch him.

I decide that I'm going to turn him around and snog him senseless when Pomfrey comes in holding a tray full of food and two plates. Shouldn't she have two trays as there are two of us?

"Dinner boys. I'll ask you to behave while you're in my infirmary. I don't want anything broken." She says and sets the tray down at the end of Weasley's bed, then leaves again.