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She could not believe this was happening. It just wasn't right. Here I am, running around the Slytherin dungeons, in nothing but a Slytherin's t-shirt, searching for a Slytherin, to help the Slytherin that I happened to wake up in bed with, who is now unconscious on the floor. Could things possibly get any worse?
Snape rounded the corner with his face buried in Potions Weekly: The Latest in Potions Advances, wearing a robe and fluffy black bunny slippers.
Oh shit! Where the hell is Blaise? She ducked behind a rather convenient statue.
"Dragon scales? Two at a time, while stirring counter-clockwise…" Snape was muttering as he passed.
The ferret owes me. Ginny went to lean against the wall behind her and fell through an opening. She let out a short scream as she landed on her arse. Bloody castle with secret passage ways! Well, I'm not going in there; last time I followed a secret passage a big snake and a freaking diary tried to kill me! She scrambled to get up and out of the passage.
"Thank you." She said to the hand that helped her out. "Shit." She was face to face with Pansy Parkinson.
"You should watch your language, Weaslette. What are you doing down there any ways?" The older girl smirked.
Does all of Slytherin know I'm down here? "Blaise? Do you know where he is?"
"Why?"
"Draco is unconscious, and I can't move him on my own."
"BLAISE!" Pansy yelled.
The disheveled boy stumbled out of a door a little ways down the hall. "Hm? What's all this bloody yelling about?" He noticed Ginny. "Oh, I suppose you found Draco, huh? Whatever he says, it wasn't me."
"Draco is unconscious!" Pansy yelled at him.
Blaise took off running towards his room. "I didn't think you'd knock him out when you found him! Sheesh."
Pansy and Ginny followed. "I didn't do it! He fell off the bed- it wasn't my fault!"
Blaise skidded across the stone floor as he made a sharp turn into his room. Draco was lying there, completely still except for the steady movement of his chest that showed he was breathing. "Pansy, go get Mervin; he should be able to heal Draco."
Ginny hid against the wall as the older girl brought in another 7th year. "What happened?" the boy asked.
"Mervin, don't ask. Just fix him!" Pansy shrieked.
"Fine." The boy pulled his wand out of his pocket and muttered a few things with a flick of his wrist.
"Ow! Oh bloody hell! Ow Ow Ow!" the blond boy said while raising a hand to inspect the damage done to his head.
"Thanks, Mervin." Blaise dismissed the other boy.
"I'm going back to bed. Let me know what happened in the morning." Pansy shuffled out after Mervin, closing the door behind her.
"Somebody get me a freaking headache potion!" Draco demanded.
Blaise handed the boy a vial with thick blue liquid. "Shut up you wuss." He turned to Ginny who was still leaning against the wall. "So how did this happen?"
Draco opened his eyes, clearly feeling better and ready to attack the Gryffindor. "It was all her fault!"
"It was not!"
