Well, you guys remember what happened last chapter. Cormac freaking McLaggen pushed Draco off a tower! Is Draco okay? Let's see what happens next!
(Harry Potter STILL belongs to Jo Rowling.)

Kind of a short chapter. Next one will be longer.

~PotterheadKitty~

Luna Lovegood walked outside on the cold, dark campus, searching for a spot. She sank down on the grass, lay back, and stared up at the stars. She did this nearly every night, trying to count them.

"One," she began, "two, three, four..."

As she reached forty-seven, her gaze fell on the Astronomy Tower. She saw a shock of white-blond hair and another figure looming behind him.

They appeared to be arguing. The blond boy turned and faced the grounds. Was that...Draco Malfoy?

The figure behind him pushed. There was a struggle, and to Luna's horror, Malfoy was pushed off the edge.

Gasping, Luna ran over as fast as she could, grabbing her wand from her pocket. Who could've done this?

"Arresto Momentum!" she shouted. But it was too late. Malfoy had already hit the ground and his eyes were shut.

Luna darted toward Malfoy's body, holding her wand over him. He appeared to be breathing...but barely. He was bleeding severely and his arm looked broken. His eyes were shut and his head lolled over lifelessly to one side.

"Oh, no," she whispered. "Wingardium Leviosa..." Luna lifted Malfoy's mangled body up off the ground and was able to concentrate so she could run him to Madam Pomfrey.

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Madam Pomfrey looked up and gasped when she saw Luna bring in Malfoy. "Merlin's beard! Miss Lovegood! W-w-what happened to Mr. Malfoy?"

"He...was pushed off...the Astronomy Tower..."

"Here, Miss Lovegood, you've done beautifully. Place him here." Luna slowly lowered him onto a bed as Madam Pomfrey bustled around, collecting items to give to him. "Merlin's beard," she whispered again as she poured some blue liquid in his mouth.

She turned to Luna, still working frantically. "He's in awful condition. Who pushed him off the tower?"

Luna shook her head. "I don't know." She stroked Malfoy's blood-caked hair off his forehead. "This is horrible. Why would anyone try to hurt him?"

"Haven't the slightest idea," Madam Pomfrey murmured to herself as she wrapped Malfoy's head in gauze.

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Hermione tapped her fingers on the table in her bedroom. Draco hadn't come back since he'd went to "have a smoke". It was nearing two A.M. now.

Sighing, she heaved herself up and walked over to her bed. Maybe he's just hanging out with Blaise, she thought, trying to cheer herself up.

Suddenly, a handsome tawny owl fluttered to her window. She recognized it as being Professor McGonagall's. The owl held a parchment as it tapped the window. Removing the parchment from it, she unrolled it shakily. Please let it be good news.

Miss Granger,
I apologize for calling you so late, but Mr. Malfoy has had a tragic accident. No one knows by who, but he was pushed off the Astronomy Tower earlier tonight at around 11 o' clock. Miss Lovegood saved his life by taking him to Madam Pomfrey. I thought you should know. If you want, you may stop by and see him. He is still in horrid condition and he has not woken up yet.

Professor M. McGonagall

Hermione dropped the parchment to the floor, tear after tear sliding down her cheeks. She let out a sob, and covered her face. Before long, she was bawling.

No. No, no, no.

She didn't bother getting dressed-she hopped right out of bed in her pajamas and sprinted down to the hospital wing.

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"Is he here?" Hermione screamed. She ran frantically into the room, searching for him. Finally, she saw the only bed that was occupied and surrounded by people. She hurried over.

"Oh," she whispered as she pushed her way to him. His face was sickly pale, his hair was tangled, and his forehead was wrapped tightly to stop the bleeding. A bottle of Skele-Gro sat on the table next to him. Madam Pomfrey was mixing something that misted the whole room for his injuries.

Shaking, she held up his cold, stiff hand in hers. "I'm here," she whispered to him. "I'm here." She held the hand to her cheek and burst into tears.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione looked up, whimpering quietly. Blaise Zabini, Milicent Bulstrode, and several other Slytherins she'd seen hanging around Draco were there, staring at her. Even Professor Snape stood over Draco, who looked actually worried.

"Um..." Hermione glanced down at her hand in Draco's, and quickly wiped her tears. "I...I just wanted to make sure he's...okay." Her voice broke on the last word.

Blaise studied her face. "Why do you of all people care? You've always hated him." His voice was sharp and bitter.

Hermione felt numb. "I just..." Thankfully, she was interrupted. Pansy Parkinson came flying in there with a skimpy, purple lingerie dress that barely skimmed her thighs, much to the disgust of Snape and Madam Pomfrey.

"How's my little Drakey?" she whispered over him. "My little Drakey..."

Hermione glared at the back of Pansy's head. Go away. He doesn't love you.

Luna, who was still there, grabbed Madam Pomfrey's hand. "I should go," she said in her dreamy voice. "This isn't my place. Draco Malfoy wouldn't want me here, anyway." And with that, she skipped out.

Pansy ignored them. Then, after shedding dramatic tears over Draco, she looked up and gaped at Hermione. "What the fuck are you doing here, Mudblood?"

"Language!" Madam Pomfrey gasped as she wrapped Draco's arm. Pansy ignored her.

"He hates you. Just because you're Head Girl doesn't mean you are the best of friends now."

Hermione stiffened, but she felt extremely vunerable. "I...I wanted to make sure he was all right."

"Save it, Granger," Blaise piped up. "Why don't you just do all of us a favor and leave?"

"Stop talking to Miss Granger like this," Madam Pomfrey scolded. "She can see him if she wants to." They acted like she hadn't said anything.

"Leave," sneered Crabbe. "You're doing nothing but adding your filth to the room."

"I am not!" she shrieked.

Pansy walked up and shoved her. "Get out."

Snape said nothing.

Feeling closed in and hurt, Hermione had no choice but to run out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her, sobbing the whole way.

Why do things have to be so hard?

Gah. Poor Hermione. And poor Draco! That crazy asshole Cormac pushed him off a tower-wizard or not, Draco ain't immortal! So where is Cormac? When will Draco-hopefully-wake up? You'll have to see what happens! Keep them reviews coming-they made me smile! I love my fans~
~PotterheadKitty~