I stared at the blood on my hands as I ran toward the girls restroom. I slammed into someone and nearly fell backwards.

"Schyler," Mitch said catching my wrist and pulling me back up.

"Mitch," I replied. "I didn't mean to run into you. Sorry."

"What happened to your hands?" Becky asked coming up beside Mitch. I looked down at the blood again.

"Nothing," I answered. "It's not my blood."

"Well then whose is it?" she asked.

"Draco's." My eyes filled with tears again.

"What'd you mean?" Mitch asked.

"Potter...attacked him and he's hurt..."

"Really?" Becky asked. "How badly?" I narrowed my eyes at the hopeful tone in her voice.

"I have to go," I growled. I ran past them and into the nearest bathroom. I scrubbed my hands until they were raw. The blood had washed off easily but I was freaking out. The door to the bathroom opened but I ignored it and continued scrubbing my hands.

"Midge," Becky's voice said. I glanced up and saw her reflection in the mirror.

"Schyler, stop it. Calm down." I ignored her. She walked up to me and shut off the water.

"Schyler." She pulled me away from the sink and held my hands tightly.

"Let go," I replied. She pulled out her wand and cleaned the blood off my robes.

"Schyler..."

"I said let go!" I shouted twisting my hands out of her grip. I ran out of the bathroom and back into the hospital wing.

"Are you all cleaned up?" Snape asked. I nodded and sat down in the chair next to Draco's bed.

"He's sleeping at the moment," Snape said. I nodded again.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes sir."

"I will leave you alone then." He walked away and I stared at Draco, watching his chest rise and fall.

"Draco," I said softly. "I love you. I don't want you to die." I got out of the chair and knelt next to the bed. I reached up and brushed his hair away from his face. His forehead was ice cold and covered in sweat. I couldn't take it anymore. I buried my face in the bedsheets and sobbed. If he died I had no idea what I was going to do. My friends would be happy, hell a lot of people would. And considering all the things Draco had done to me I should be happy too. Except I wasn't. I wouldn't be the Princess of the Slytherins anymore. I wouldn't be protected from the other Housemates, because beleive it or not Draco was very protective of me around the other boys. And I loved him. I didn't understand how I could still love him but I did.

"Don't worry pet," Draco's voice said. I felt him put his hand on top of my head. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Draco!" I cried. I hugged him tightly, being careful to aviod his chest.

"I'm glad you're here," he replied.

"Why wouldn't I be?

"Because of everything I've done to you. You should hate me."

"I don't. I love you. I was so afraid that you were going to die."

"Not now." I kissed him then. It was the first time I had ever kissed him first and he looked pretty shocked. I grinned at him and he took both my hands in his.

"I am going to promise you something all right?"

"Okaaaaaay..."

"I swear I will never hurt you again. I was wrong to hurt you. What I've been doing...I never should have done any of it. I hate Pansy more than anyone. Even more than I hate your friends. You should hate me."

"I already told you that I don't," I said. Draco sat up slowly, wincing from moving his wound.

"I know you did but you should...you should want to..." His voice trailed off. I looked up and saw tears running down his cheeks.

"Draco..."

"You should want to kill me!" He was crying now. Really crying as if he thought I was actually going to kill him. I scooted closer to him and pulled his head down until it was resting on my shoulder.

"Don't cry Draco," I said gently. "I don't hate you. I don't want to kill you. I love you." He smiled at me and closed his eyes. He fell asleep and I laid his head back onto the pillow. I curled up next to him toand fell asleep as well.