A/N: To my faithful readers and reviewers, I am terribly sorry about not posting this chapter earlier. Well here is my list of long excuses, firstly, my dad deleted everything on my computer that held some of the new chapters, and secondly I have been reading a really good fic called The Legend of Guilly Granger which has taken up a bit of my time (it's a great fic and worth reading) and thirdly I changed the last part of the last chapter and so it's a little confusing in my head now. Fair enough and that's the end of my stuff so I'll let you all get to reading this fic.

Recap
"Somebody call an ambulance," they heard a lady scream from somewhere near them. Since Harry had too heard the crack, he turned to face where it came from, leaving him open for attack as Draco pushed him off himself and kicked him hard in the stomach and ran to his cousin.

"Oh god Blaise, oh god, oh god," he said repetitively. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE WEASLEY? ILL FUCKING KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!" Draco roared, going after the now scared looking redhead.

"NO," Hermione said in a tone that was final. "We must get him to a hospital now!" she said, as the boy beneath her began to look deathly pale.

"H-h-her-rmion-ne, I-"

Chapter 12 –St. Mungo's

"Shhh Blaise, don't," she said, putting a finger over his lips.
"Bu-"
"Shhh, just concentrate on keeping awake alright!" she said to him, tears sliding from her eyes. He muttered something incoherent as Draco came over to them, placing a hand on one of his cousin's pale ones.
"The ambulance is on its way. But shouldn't we be taking him to St. Mungo's?" the blonde teen asked, gripping his cousin's hand tightly.
"It would have taken to long to get him to a floo net work," she said, as the ambulance could be heard roaring down the street.

3 Hours Later

"I'm here to see Blaise Zabini," Marianne said to the night nurse at the emergency desk.
"Relation?" the snotty nose woman asked.
"I'm his mother," she said in almost a snarl, tapping her high heels angrily on the tiled floor.
"Right. He's currently in theatre, but they've assigned him to room TR-07, that's down the hall and to the right," she said before turning away and continuing with playing solitaire on one of the computers. Marianne gave her one last scathing look and stormed down the hall towards room TR-07.

"Aunty M," Draco said, standing up and running to hug his aunt.
"Draco, what happened?" she asked, hugging him tightly. Hermione who was sitting on the other side of the room, still in her bloodied clothes looked up from her crossed arms and nodded at Blaise's mother.
"We were out at dinner with some people from school – Gryffindor's none the less and things got out of hand," he said gritting his teeth.
"If there's anybody to blame Mrs. Zabini, it's me. I asked the boys to accompany me to dinner with Harry and Ron," she said her voice crackling as she spoke.
"No. If anybody is to blame it is Potter and Weasley. If anything happens to Blaise I will hold them personally responsible. As for Weasley, I'll have his head on a stick," Draco spat maliciously as he began to pace the room.

There was a knock on the door before a man in a crisp white coat walked in. "I believe you are the relatives of young Mister Zabini?" he asked, glancing quickly around the room.
Marianne stepped up to the man, "I'm Marianne Zabini, his mother," she said offering her hand.
"Nice to meet you Madam, I'm Doctor Richard Evanston, I'm in charge of Blaise's case," he said as he took her hand and shook it vigorously.

"How is my son doing doctor? And please don't beat around the bush, I want the straight out truth," she said looking him directly in the eyes.
"Well Mrs. Zabini –"
"Please call me Marianne,"
"Alright, Marianne, your son has had severe blood loss and he has cracked part of his skull open. The operation was successful and there is a lot less bleeding now, but only time will tell. He's currently in I.C.U. and his stats are stable. There are nurses watching over him and if anything changes I assure you, you will know straight away.

"Doctor Evanston when will I be able to see my son?" Marianne asked him, praying in her heart she could see her only son at that moment.
"I'm sorry Marianne, but I cannot allow you to see him just as of yet, personally I wouldn't have a problem with you seeing your son but it's against the rules. I will come back and give you his stats in a little while, but in the mean time there's a nice café on level 8 that's open all night," he said to her.

"Okay I will hold you to that," she said flashing him a smile for a quick moment before he walked out the door.

"Alright, let's go up to that café. But firstly Hermione, let me change your clothes for you. I doubt you would want to stay in what your wearing, not to mention this hospital is rather chilly," she said, looking behind her before whipping out her wand and changing Hermione's clothes into a long sleeve black shirt and jeans.
"Thanks Aunty M," she said as the three of them walked out of the room and headed up to level 8.

A/N: SORRY THAT IT'S SO SHORT!!!!!! But please review none the less. xoxo