Okay...let me start by saying that this is probably my favorite chapter of all the chapters I've written. This chapter has been a favorite even BEFORE I wrote it. It's actually the reason for this story. My favorite part of Half Blood Prince occurs in this chapter. I'm really excited for this chapter. I hope you feel the same way. :)

I owe my thanks to; xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, carpe-diem-1299, L.A.H.H, vampire-angel1996, LuvTaylor01, xXxCastielxXx, Emmalee, Nicky-Maree, NumbnessForSound, and AshleyRoseSparrow

Without further ado, here's Chapter 12!

Disclaimer: I'm just a college student still trying to figure out what life if all about. Read on!

Angeline sat in the Common Room her head leaning back as she tried to listen to what Blaise was saying about her current essay, according to him, she had wrote it wrong. She heard him perfectly clear but she wasn't listening. She very well knew the difference. It was the second week of May and she'd stayed out of Draco's way. Not like it took much effort. He avoided her like the plague. Still she watched him as he skipped lunch and sometimes dinner. He was always there in the morning, but he pushed the food on his plate around to appear as though he had indeed ate. There were moments when she almost left her seat to shove the food down his throat.

From her right she heard an annoyed sigh. Angeline opened one eye to look at her only friend. "Don't ask for my help, Jensen, if you aren't going to listen." Blaise said throwing her essay at her. Angeline let the parchment fall off her lap and to the floor before she leaned her head back again and closed her eyes.

"I didn't ask for your help," she said. "You were reading over my shoulder and claimed it was rubbish." she added.

"You wrote the same thing ten times for one paragraph," Blaise pointed out.

"I'm doing research," she mumbled."I'm trying to see if our professors really read our work or just give us a grade depending on whether they like us or not," Angeline said. Even though she wasn't looking she was sure that Blaise had rolled his eyes.

"You've been a bloody mess more than usual," Blaise said. "Could it have something to do with Malfoy?" he questioned. Angeline lifted her head and opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm just ready for the term to be over."

Blaise scoffed. "And you expect me to believe that?" Angeline glared at him.

"I don't care if you believe me or not," Angeline said.

"I know you don't," Blaise replied as he stood up. "It's dinner time, you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah," Angeline mumbled as she slowly rose to her feet. She grabbed her discarded essay and threw it into the fire before she followed Blaise out of the Common Room. The two of them headed out of the dungeons at a rather slow pace. Neither excited for dinner nor really in much of a rush. When they reached the Great Hall, Angeline continued toward the Grand Staircase.

"Where are you going?" Blaise questioned. "Thought you were going to dinner."

"I'm just going to walk around the castle for a while. I'm not really hungry," she said. "I'll see you later," she called over her shoulder. Angeline climbed the staircases at the same pace she had when leaving the dungeons. She passed plenty of her schoolmates many of which just ignored her and left her be. No one saw her, no one knew her name, no one cared what she did or where she was going. Being alone never bothered her.

Not really anyway.

Never really thought about how alone I was...I guess obsessing over Draco filled that void...

Still, being alone didn't matter to her.

It was dinner time, but Draco wasn't going to be going. He could feel the panic rising in his chest and it had only gotten worse as the day had gone on. He already felt like he wanted to throw up, he felt that if he went to dinner he'd only have more of an urge to do so.

There was also not to mention that, Angeline would be there no doubt. He stayed out of her way and she stayed out of his, but he always saw the looks she would throw his way when she thought he wasn't looking. He saw it all. Only because it helped keep the thoughts of the Vanishing Cabinet off his mind for the most part. But he wished she'd stop.

No you don't.

Yes. Yes he did.

Draco ran a hand through his blond hair out of frustration. His heart was beating too fast, his head hurt, his hands were clammy. In short he was a mess. Draco had just left the Room of Requirements. Nothing he did with that Vanishing Cabinet was giving him any hope. The Dark Lord was getting restless, he could feel it in the way his left forearm burned.

It was at the sixth floor when he knew his growing panic wouldn't stay under the surface, and he would rather not have a full blown meltdown where people could see him. What did it matter if he didn't go to dinner for what was the—What? Fourth time in the last week?

At a fast walk he bolted into the boys' bathroom and headed straight to the sink. He turned on the water and splashed his face with it.

"Get yourself together," he told himself as he looked in the mirror. "It'll work—" His face crumbled as he stared at himself. He was completely different than he was a year ago. The confidence no longer lingered in his gray eyes. Instead fear, frustration, hopelessness, along with tears clouded his eyes. "It's not going to work." He told himself.

"You can't think like that," Draco wasn't surprised to hear the voice. Moaning Myrtle had become some sort of a confident during the year. Draco let out a shaky laugh at the irony. An unstable ghost was his confident. What he couldn't tell Angeline or anyone else, he told Moaning Myrtle. Not everything of course...not like he could threaten to kill her if she told anyone his secret.

"And how else should I think?" Draco snapped. His hands were clutching either side of the sink as he bowed his head in despair. "I can't do anything right," he continued. "My tries are useless...I'm useless..." he sobbed. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. The dams had broke and so had his restraint to keep his panic under control.

"Don't," crooned Moaning Myrtle. "Don't...tell me what's wrong...I can help you..."

"No one can help me," Draco said, his whole body shaking. "I can't do it...I can't...It won't work...and unless I do it soon...he says he'll kill me..."

I can't die...Not like this...

Draco felt like he had cried far too many times this year, and it was embarrassing. Let alone to cry in front of a ghost known for her wails. The irony was far too much.

Get yourself together, Draco.

Draco gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Potter staring at him over his shoulder. And his grief was replaced with anger.

It's always you Potter!

Draco wheeled around, drawing his wand. Draco's hex missed Potter by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Potter had thrown himself sideways, and flicked his wand, but Draco had blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another hex.

Just die already, Potter. It would solve so many problems.

"No! No! Stop it!" squealed Moaning Myrtle, her voice echoing loudly around the tiled room "Stop! STOP!"

I won't let him win. Not this time.

There was a loud bang and the bin behind Potter exploded; Draco barely moved out of the way as a hex backfired off the wall behind his ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who continued to scream loudly; water poured everywhere and it was the moment Draco was waiting for, as Potter slipped.

He's going to pay. For my Father. My mother. Me. For ruining my life.

"Cruci—"

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" bellowed Potter as he waved his wand wildly. Draco never saw it coming, but he felt the pain and the blood as he was cut upon his face and chest.

Death in a bathroom. Not tacky at all. Way to go, Malfoy. And by Potter, no less. Wonderful. What kind of curse was that? Does it matter? You're still as good as dead.

He heard screaming, but it wasn't just Moaning Myrtle. And he highly doubted it was Potter. But he didn't care, he was bleeding to death. How long until he finally succumbed to the darkness?

Angeline strolled the sixth floor corridor as she stared up at the ceiling not really thinking about much as she absently loosened the tie around her neck and rolled up the sleeve of her school uniform. The sixth floor was quiet for the most part, which was why she had come up there to begin with. As she turned a corridor a sound made her stop and lower her head to stare down the corridor. It had almost sounded like something had broke.

Moving at a faster pace than she had been prior she was sure there that something was happening down that corridor, but what exactly was it? All she knew was that it was getting louder and louder as she got closer and closer to the boys' bathroom. And the more concerned she became. Who would be blowing up things like that?

Probably a bunch of first years...

A piercing scream made her think better of it. Picking up her pace into a run she headed to the boys' bathroom at the end of the corridor. She paused at the door briefly thinking of the consequence of entering the boys' bathroom, but another piercing scream made her push the door open and in that moment everything around her slowed and her world felt like it crumbled.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Angeline watched in horror as blood spurted from Draco's face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.

She hadn't realized she was screaming until she couldn't breathe. Out the corner of her eye she saw Harry Potter looking aghast.

"No—" he gasped while Angeline ran into the bathroom where she slipped and slid to Draco's side. She was aware she was covered in his blood in a matter of seconds but she didn't care. She knew she should have ran to get help, but with Moaning Myrtle screaming above her, she didn't think she'd have to. Angeline was sure the entire castle could hear her.

Angeline stared down at Draco for a second before she looked at Harry. Slipping and staggering, he got to his feet and plunged toward Draco. He knelt just next to Angeline looking down at Draco. Angeline looked to Draco again, he's face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest. She moved to Draco's right side away from Harry because she felt like if she hadn't she'd might lunge at him. She grabbed Draco's hands and pulled them away from his blood-soaked chest. She didn't care that now her hands were covered in his blood, but with Draco's shaking hands in her own equally shaking ones she couldn't stop her outburst.

"What the hell did you do to him?" she screamed at Harry. He jumped surprised. "Why—How? I never thought you of all people, Potter," her voice was cracking, but she refused to cry. "You walk around here like some sort of saint and here you are...I know he's a prick! But...This!" she gestured to with a nod at Draco's body.

"No—I didn't—" Angeline watched as he stammered. From the looks of it he himself didn't know what he had done. Angeline looked away from Harry and to the boy laying between them. He was shaking uncontrollably as more and more of his blood pooled around him. Angeline could feel it soaking into her skirt as she knelt there, her hands clutching his. All she could see was blood. So much blood. Too much blood.

You're pathetic! You should be helping him!

But how? She wasn't a Healer. The only healing spell she knew she's only used it on herself. And to use it on him could make him worse if she didn't preform it right.

"I didn't know—It wasn't—I," Harry's stammers were quiet.

"MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!" Moaning Myrtle was screaming at a deafening volume and cutting Harry off completely.

"Shut up!" Angeline screamed up at the ghost but she went unheard as the door banged open behind Harry and he looked up at the same time Angeline looked down. Their eyes met and Angeline read the terror, the sorrow...the shame.

I know you're sorry, but...He could really die! She wanted to say.

Both of them looked at who had come. It was Snape and his face was livid. Pushing Harry roughly aside, he knelt over Draco, drew his wand, and traced it over the deep wounds the curse had made, muttering an incantation that sounded almost like a song. The flow of blood seemed to ease; Snape wiped the residue from Draco's face and repeated his spell. Now the wounds seemed to be knitting.

Angeline by now had let go of Draco's hands and was looking at Harry who still sat there watching horrified obviously by what he had done. She wasn't entirely sure he was aware he was soaked and covered in Draco's blood much like she was. Moaning Myrtle was still sobbing and wailing overhead. She looked at Draco and Snape again, just as Snape had finished performing his countercurse for the third time, he half-lifted Draco into the standing position.

"You need the hospital wing. There may be a certain amount of scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that...Come...Jensen you as well." he ordered. Angeline immediately picked herself off the floor, she slipped a little and it was then she noticed, Draco's wand. She picked it up and put it with her own.

Snape supported Draco across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, "And you, Potter...You wait here for me."

Angeline glanced back at Harry for the last time before following her Head of House. Despite what just happened, she didn't completely blame him, but she didn't excuse him. She was angry, but she'd saw the look upon his face. He didn't mean it. He was as horrified like she was.

He can beat himself over it. Plus the backlash he'll get from the school...I won't add to that guilt. I won't forgive you. But I won't punish you. You can do that yourself.

The walk to the Hospital Wing was made in complete silence. Angeline was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable in her blood and water soaked clothes. She could feel the blood on her hands and legs starting to dry.

Once in the Hospital Wing, Angeline stood to the side as Snape spoke with Madam Pomfrey. Draco laid upon a bed as the medi-witch began to apply what Angeline suppose was dittany.

"Miss Jensen, a word." Angeline looked at her Head of House without giving a reply. It wasn't a request it was an order. "What were you doing in the boys' bathroom?" he questioned.

"I just happened to be on the floor." she said. "I'd heard noises within the bathroom, sir. When I pushed the door open I saw..." Angeline trailed off as she looked at Draco staring at the ceiling. "Sir, I don't think it was fully intentional—"

"That's enough, Miss Jensen," Snape said cutting her off. "Go get yourself cleaned off. And stay out of trouble. I do not need more of my students in such a predicament." With that he swooped out of the Hospital Wing.

Angeline stood there awkwardly for a moment before turning and heading toward Draco's bed. Madam Pomfrey still stood over Draco, he was still awake. The look on his face wasn't something she could explain.

"Madam Pomfrey?" she said getting the medi-witch's attention. "I know you'd rather have it that I leave, but could I just have a moment..." Madam Pomfrey looked her over.

"You should get cleaned off and come back later," she said. "Mr Malfoy needs to rest."

"Please," Angeline almost begged. "I won't take long." Madam Pomfrey let out a frustrated sigh before turning her back and heading toward her office. Angeline mentally thanked the medi-witch before turning her full attention on Draco. He was watching her calmly, his hair falling into his gray eyes slightly. But the longer she stared all she could see was him covered in blood. Shutting her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath.

"I was really scared," she said quietly once she found her voice again. "I don't know what I would have done if you'd—"

"What were you doing there?" Draco cut her off. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was effective.

"I—I," she stammered.

"Why?" Draco snapped. His voice raising only slightly.

"I just happened to be on that floor," she explained.

"Just happened to be?" Draco questioned. His gray eyes locked with her green ones with so much emotion, Angeline flinched. Sadness, embarrassment, annoyance, but the most prominent or them all was the anger that shot from them. That's what made her flinch. She'd seen him angry before. She'd been a source of that anger before, but this was...this was almost manic. Almost as though one too many things had been buried underneath that pale flesh of his. "I think you should leave." he said quietly looking away from her. "Now."

Angeline didn't want to be told twice so she took her leave. Turning on her squeaky heel she left the hospital wing only glancing over her shoulder once to look at Draco, only to see Madame Pomfrey fussing over him again.

The story (different depending on who told you), had spread throughout the school at record speed: Moaning Myrtle had taken it upon herself to pop up in every bathroom in the castle to tell the story; Draco had been visited in the hospital wing by Pansy, who had lost no time in vilifying the Boy Who Lived far and wide, and Snape had told the staff precisely what had happened. Angeline had been ignoring everyone as her name was dropped in here and there, but otherwise her presence was ignored. But to those that heard her name wanted to know what had happened, but she was refusing to talk. For one, she only knew how it ended. Not how it started or why, just that it had happened.

She had her own problems to worry about. Every time she would close her eyes all she could see was blood, specifically Draco coated in blood. It wouldn't go away. Despite being cleaned for hours now, she still felt as though she may never get rid of the feeling of having blood on her hands.

A part of her was beginning to think that her fascination with Draco really was making her go insane. She wished that she had listened to him months ago about leaving him alone. Then, maybe then, she'd gone to dinner with Blaise and she wouldn't have wandered to the sixth floor.

Of all the floors!

But was that really the problem? Or was it that she cared far too much about him and seeing him bleeding to death brought back memories of people leaving her and never coming back...

Running a shaky hand through her hair Angeline sat on the stairs leading out of the dungeons and wrapped her hands around her knees, as she tried to keep her thoughts away from what happened today, and best of all keeping away from her housemates.

"You look like you're going to be sick." Well most of them. Blaise was strolling over to her from the direction of the common room.

"If you want to know what happened you should go ask, Moaning Myrtle." Angeline said looking back to the ground.

"Malfoy had a near death experience. It was bound to happen eventually." Blaise said as he sat down beside her. "You doing alright?"

"No," Angeline answered truthfully. "I wish I could have done a little more."

"What exactly?" Blaise questioned. Angeline shrugged slightly.

"Just something. I don't think I handled it all very well. I was—"

"Useless?" Angeline looked up at the new voice, but how could she not know who it was. Pansy Parkinson had been a pain in her side since finding out what happened to Draco. "Didn't do a damn thing to help, Draco, now did you Jensen. Just let Potter do whatever he pleased."

"It wasn't like that," Angeline said. Staring at Pansy now the hatred she felt for the girl seemed to double.

"Then what was it like?" Pansy questioned as she stepped closer, Daphne and Milicent stood behind her, but Angeline didn't care much about them. "Let me guess you were the victim and there was simply nothing you could do." Angeline's hands were so clenched so tight around her legs that they hurt.

"Parkinson, what would you have done?" Blaise asked as he stood from the stair. From his tone, he Angeline could tell he didn't care in the slightest.

"A hell of a lot more than, her," Pansy said. "I would at least ran to get help," Pansy continued. "Couldn't even do that, I hear. Instead you stood there and watched."

Angeline shot up off the stair. She wasn't sure what made her more angry. The fact that everything that Pansy had just said was true or that it was Pansy Parkinson the one to have said it. Probably the latter, but it was easier to hate Pansy than it was to agree with her. Especially when she was demeaning to you.

"Could have. Would have. Should have. What difference does it make?" Angeline questioned. What's done is done... "I could have gotten help. I could have done a lot of things, Parkinson. I've already beat myself up about it. Why are you attacking me? What matters is that Draco is okay. He's fine."

"Yeah, no thanks to you," Pansy pressed. Angeline stepped closer despite Blaise's quiet warning. "You'll regret whatever you do, Jensen..." He had said. She didn't care. "You might as well have hurt him yourself!"

Angeline stayed quiet as her fist clenched tightly at her side.

"What nothing to say, Jensen?" Pansy said. "You're just a horrible excuse of a housemate not to mention person. I bet you anything that you were ecstatic to see, Draco—" Angeline had had enough as she pulled out her wand and pointed in Pansy's pug face, sufficiently shutting her up.

"Don't you dare say that," Angeline growled. "Don't you dare say I was happy to see, Draco like that. Believe it or not, I wouldn't want to see you like that. And I hate you." Pansy stared at her opened mouthed as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What? Nothing smart to say?" Daphne and Milicent were staring at her in a way that suggested they thought she had lost her mind. In a way, Angeline felt as though she had.

The wand in Angeline's hand didn't feel right almost as though it didn't want her to use it. Sparing it a quick glance she realized it hadn't been her wand she'd pulled out, but Draco's. She'd never gotten the chance to give it back, even after she had gotten cleaned up and changed.

"Merlin," she mumbled before stowing it back in her pocket before Pansy could get a good look at it. If that happened surely nothing good would come of it. "Don't mess with me, Parkinson. You'll regret it." Angeline warned turning her back on the girl and headed back to the stairs.

"Threats are the best you can do. Threats that you won't even fulfill. You're full of it, Jensen. You don't scare me. No wonder your parents hate you so much. You're a disgrace to everything they're working for." Angeline turned around her eyes hard as she glared at Pansy. She heard Blaise curse under his breath. "You're useless, Jensen. You proved that today. When you did nothing to help Draco. Completely useless."

Angeline felt both her fist clench as her legs began moving at a much quicker pace than usual toward Pansy.

"Angeline, don't do this," Blaise said grabbing her arm. Angeline ignored him and pulled her arm free from his grip. All that mattered was Pansy and hurting her. It was far overdo. Angeline's drew back her right fist and smirked when it came in contact with Pansy pug face. Her smirk turned into a small grin when she heard a crack. She followed Pansy to the ground and hit the girl anywhere she could get her fist to connect with. Though Pansy managed to get in a few hits of her own, Angeline wasn't going to roll over and be the bigger person today, not when her hair was being pulled, not when Pansy's nails dug into her face, and not when they were pulled apart by a spell.

She tried with all her might to get out of Blaise's grip when he grabbed her around her waist as she tried to get her hands on the other girl.

"Calm the hell down. Snape is here." Blaise hissed in her ear. Immediately she stopped in her struggle as she looked at their Head of House.

So much for staying out trouble, right, Professor? She wanted to ask.

"What the hell is going on here?" Snape growled at her. She looked Snape in the eyes, then glanced at Pansy, who was just getting off the floor with the help of Daphne Greengrass.

"It's been a rather long day, sir." Angeline said meeting Snape's eye again. Snape's eyes narrowed.

"Someone help Miss Parkinson to the hospital wing. Seems, Miss Jensen here has broken her nose." he ordered. Angeline laughed a little. Snape glared at her. "You, Jensen. Come with me." Blaise let go of her but not before whispering; 'I told you so'. Angeline threw a look at him over her shoulder as she allowed herself to be dragged down the corridor to Snape's office.

She had been in a terrible mood before but for the time being she was in the best mood of her life. So what if her hands felt a little sore. So what if her head throbbed a little. So what if she was shaking slightly. So what if she could taste the coppery flavor that was associated with blood.

Blood...

By the time they had reached Snape's office and Angeline was sitting in a chair in front of her Head of House's desk, she could feel her good mood rapidly leaving her.

"Explain to me," Snape glared from behind his desk. Angeline looked up at him as though just realizing he was there. "Why I leave my office to find two girls fighting like barbarians in the middle of the corridor. No less telling me one of them being you. What possessed you to attack your own housemate, Miss Jensen?"

"I don't know, sir," Angeline voice sounded thick to her ears as she looked down at her bruised and slightly blooded hands. The blood striking up images of the boys' bathroom.

"You don't know?" Snape repeated. "You're name is circling around as it is with what has happened to Draco Malfoy. Do you know what will happen if this is to get around Miss Jensen that you attacked another student?" he questioned. Angeline knew she wasn't supposed to answer, besides she was too busy trying to push Draco's bloody figure out of mind and ignoring just how upset her stomach was becoming. "In one single day you could have tarnished not only your family name, but the House of Slytherin." Angeline glared up at him this time.

"I'm positive, Slytherin himself tarnished his own house, sir," She spat.

"Watch your tongue," Snape said. Angeline looked away from him. "You understand, I will have to notify your parents." Angeline scoffed. Snape gave her a look and she immediately quieted. "I want you to write me an extra ten inches on your lethifold essay."

"Is that all?" Angeline mumbled.

All Slytherins get off easy when it came to Snape...

"Unless you'd like to spend your Saturday with Potter in detention," Snape said coldly. "That can be arranged."

"No, sir..." she said looking down at her shaking hands. "May I go now, professor? To the Hospital Wing?" she asked looking up from her hands. The dried blood reminded her of Draco...Not that she needed much reminding.

Snape studied her briefly before waving his hand dismissively. Wasting no time she stood from her seat and left the dark office. She took the steps out of the dungeons two at a time, her heart racing. She had the unsettling feeling that she would throw up at any moment.

Out of breath by the time she got to the Hospital Wing, she was grateful she didn't need to say anything when, Madame Pomfrey was by her side the moment she'd pushed the doors open.

"Slytherin's today..." Madame Pomfrey mumbled guiding her to an unoccupied bed.

Draco was fully awake though he pretended to be otherwise when the doors to the Hospital Wing opened. He had been awake (though once again he pretended to be asleep) when Pansy came in crying about how someone had broken her nose. He wasn't sure who it was that had done it but who did do it he was mentally congratulating.

"Slytherin's today..." he heard Madame Pomfrey say. Her foot steps plus those of whoever she was talking to got louder and closer to his bed. "You're looking green," she said. Draco listened to the sounds of a bottle being uncorked before a sound of the person gagging. "Never said it would taste good. Now sit still."

Draco slowly opened his eyes to slits to see who it was that Madame Pomfrey was tending to.

Of course. He thought dryly at seeing Angeline sitting on the edge of the bed getting her hands bandaged. Her hair was all over the place and he wondered if she knew that. Could it have been possible that she was the one that broke, Pansy's nose? It was very possible. He thought as he closed his eyes completely.

"Lay down." Madame Pomfrey commanded.

"I'm feeling much better," Angeline protested. "I can go back to the common room now."

"I'll release you in half an hour, Miss Jensen," Madame Pomfrey said. "Who knows how much trauma you're going through. Now, lay down." Draco knew all too well that there was no arguing when it came to Madame Pomfrey. And by the sound of the bed creaking Angeline must have known as well not to argue it anymore.

Draco listened as the medi-witch walked away and entered her office. When the door closed with a click, there was nothing but silence in the room. Five or so minutes passed before Draco heard Angeline shift on the bed. Only a few seconds before he could hear her walking toward him.

She let out a long sigh. "Whatever it was that Madame Pomfrey gave me worked...I can think about you without seeing you covered in blood. Hell, I walked in here saw you laying here and that's all I saw, you covered in blood that is. Strange how it effected me...Blood has never really bother me before, you must be something special." she mumbled. There was a quiet scrapping of the chair that, Pansy must have left there earlier. "Oh, I brought you something," Angeline said. "Your wand to specific. I meant to give it to you earlier today, but...Well you'll have it when you wake up or rather when you stop pretending to be asleep."

Draco mentally cursed before he opened his eyes to glare at her. She was sitting in the chair like he thought, holding his wand out to him. He took it from her as he lifted himself into a sitting position.

"You're welcome," she said dryly. Draco scoffed giving no other comment. "Nearly used it on your girlfriend." Angeline said leaning back in her chair. "However, punching her was far more satisfying..."

"You are aware I don't care," Draco said finally caving into talking to her.

"Of course," Angeline replied her green eyes darting to Madame Pomfrey's office where they stayed. "How are you feeling?"

"Breathing aren't I?" he questioned seriously. Angeline breathed out a small laugh as she shook her head slightly. "Why's that funny to you?"

"Sorry," she said. "I'm just glad you're okay. It's been—"

"A long day," Draco finished resting his head back, he knew his eyes must have gone far off, because she was looking at him curiously now.

"I know you hate me—" she began.

"I don't hate you, Jensen," Draco said looking at her. She seemed taken aback by this. "You're just an annoying pain in my arse." Draco watched as she smiled a little at this and despite everything that happened to him in one single day he smirked.

"Fine," she said. "I know you find me to be an annoying pain in your arse, but I wanted to say that I'm sorry..." Draco raised an eyebrow at her.

"For?" he prompted.

"I'm sorry for everything I suppose. For just being so annoying and infuriating all the time..."

Draco studied her face for what seemed like for hours. He found that she was being sincere in her apology. He shook his head in disbelief.

"You're apologizing for being who you are? You can't change that with an apology. My bet is that you'll always be annoying."

"You'll probably win that bet." she said standing up. "Anyway, I think you were right in saying I should leave you alone..."

Was I now? How? He wanted to ask, but he didn't need to.

"I think I'll leave you alone...for real. You go on doing whatever it is you're doing and I'll just wait for the day when I can finally leave." she moved the chair back and sat upon the bed that Madame Pomfrey had guided her to. "We'll drive ourselves mad if we continue to bounce between wanting to rip one each other's head off and getting along like we're friends."

"Are you afraid of something?" It was the second time he'd asked her this. Unlike the last time she seemed to think before she answered. He really was curious to know what scared her, but if she was really a true Slytherin, she'd never let him know what that was.

"I'm just tired, Draco," she said finally. But Draco could see through her lie. The way her eyes darted to another side of the room and the way she played with her hands. Lie. "Aren't you?"

He wasn't sure how to answer her. Of course he was tired. He was tired of working on the Vanishing Cabinet. He was tired of having sleepless nights, if that made sense. He was tired of worrying about his family. He was tired of his life. Not in the way he wanted it to end, but the things he went through. They just didn't happen to Malfoys...

But Draco found that he didn't have to answer her. Madame Pomfrey had exited her office.

"Mr. Malfoy what do you think you're doing up?" She questioned in her usual matron tone. Draco laid down without arguing for once. "Better," the nurse said before turning to Angeline. "And you, didn't I tell you to lay down?"

"I'm sorry," Angeline said. "But really I'm feeling fine. May I go?" Draco watched as the medi-witch ran her wand over Angeline and giving her a bottle of some sort of potion, 'just in case', Draco heard her say before she had given her the okay to return to the common room. Angeline jumped down from the bed as Madame Pomfrey went back to her office.

"G'night. Here's to leaving you be." she said with a small nod before turning on her heel and heading toward the exit. She'd said that many times before that she'd leave him alone and when she said it then, she was lying. Then Draco didn't believe her. But now...he knew she meant it when she said she wouldn't bother him anymore. And he didn't like it. He didn't like that she said it, and meant it. He watched he go waiting for her to turn around or to look over her shoulder with that grin of hers that said otherwise. But here he lay staring at nothing but her back and before long, just the wooden doors she had closed behind her.

Once again, I chickened out on that kiss and pushed them even more apart. This isn't the end, so it's bound to happen. Promise. haha. But hey! At least, Angeline finally punched Pansy! Right? haha. XD

Questions (out of curiosity):
1) What do you think Angeline is afraid of? It was hinted to. But I want to know what you think! :)

2) What Hogwarts house do you belong to? (I've taken lots of test, most of which say, Slytherin or Hufflepuff...very curious isn't it...)

Anyway, I go back to school soon. Boo! Oh well, knowledge is power...Or so I've heard. ;)

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Much Love,
TR