Disclaimer: Don't own HP… blah blah blah…

Warnings: Implies Draco/Harry

A.N.: I'm so sorry that I didn't update in one month! It's just that I was visiting US and the place where I stayed didn't have any computer. I hope you don't sue me for not writing… (WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)

Oh, And I made Madame Pomfrey here so OOC that she actually became annoying… (hehehe…)

She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psycho! : Ummm… Yeah… Ron had been calling Malfoy Draco! _ Not many people notice that but that really has a purpose. You're going to find out soon enough. Hehehe… And about that 'His eyes aren't… gray' thought, well, Draco has gray eyes. And it's not only Draco that's probably blonde in the whole Slytherin team. So it wasn't Draco whom he saw with blonde hair in the field. I hope that helped!

Read and Review PLEASE!!!

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Tonic Mistake

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Someone hit by a Bludger? Poor guy… Harry thought.

I wonder who he is…

Harry walked quietly across the hall, keeping in mind the promise he gave to Madame Pomfrey. He speculated silently about the boy who got hit by the Bludger. I wonder why that Bludger hit that Slytherin, he thought. Usually, people who play Quidditch have great concentration especially Slytherin…

Harry didn't admit that they were better; they just have good concentration when they're out there in the field to beat the opponent. Probably something distracted that player. And it must be a REALLY big distraction. I wonder what it was…

He turned the corner and stopped infront of the door. He looked at the hallway and remembered how he ended up below Draco. He snickered at the thought. It was very amusing to think that he, Harry Potter crashed on top of a certain Draco Malfoy. He covered his mouth to stop his loud giggling and took a moment to breathe.

Harry put his hand on the knob and clasped it. Touching it felt weird, it felt that his heart was beating faster and even though he knew that it was cold, it still were warm to the touch.

"Weird…" He mumbled as he turned the knob.

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"WHAT!" Voices echoed in the hallway. But isn't it obvious by now who they were? For those who have not one idea why they screamed looked at them and stopped what they were doing for a moment then stared at the five students who were now blushing beet red because they were being gawked upon. The students, who shouted, specifically Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Oliver and Neville, were glaring at Ron who was crimson red by then.

Ron hung his head and mumbled something that was barely audible at all but somehow they, the angry mob of five students, still managed to hear what he tried to hide.

"HOLY HOGWARTS!" Hermione almost fainted. Seamus held one hand up to Hermione's back so that she won't fall from the shock. Dean blinked. Oliver was too dazed to do anything but his eyes said everything. And Neville fell from shock with a thud.

"Tell me that this is NOT happening…" Hermione squeaked. Ron hung his head.

"Tell me!"

Silence.

"No, please… this is not happening…"

Silence. Dust ball. Birds chirping. Wide eyes staring at Ron. Oh, only if you could see the tension. Only if you could see Hermione's hand trying to strangle Ron once more. And Oliver, who was suddenly out of his shock, trying to prevent Hermione from doing so.

 "I heard it from the passing Slytherin." Silence was at last broken. "They said that they didn't know what happened… Said that he wasn't paying attention. For all people, he was the one that wasn't paying any attention. And it happened only in split second," He paused, "then Draco was hit by the Bludger…"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Harry heard the scream before he could even turn the doorknob. That scream could have awakened all of the people in Hogwarts if they were sleeping. It came from inside the room he realized and decided to check it out… well, that was before Madame Pomfrey decided to push him to the side while saying, "Check the room out later, dear."

Harry sighed and chose to just stay outside the door. Hey, Madam Pomfrey might need his help, right? But he couldn't help but wonder what exact made that individual bloody scream like that. And more so, who the heck is he…

He decided to eavesdrop.

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  "My dear, what's the matter?" Madame Pomfrey asked as she went in.

Draco was flushing so red that Madame Pomfrey thought that he was having a fever. She took the liberty to feel his temperature but to her surprise, he was a bit cold like he saw something horrible. Nightmare, perhaps? (Too bad that wasn't it…)

"Draco, dear, whatever is the matter?" She looked like she was about to faint because this was the first time she didn't know what was wrong.

"Ha…rry…" He mumbled.

"What was that, dear?"

Draco turned and realized that he wasn't alone anymore. He cringed. It was that nurse woman again.

"Are you alright, Draco? Did you hit your head again?"

Draco raised a brow. Again!? Damn, you'd think she thought of me as some kind of species of Neville Longbottom… He groaned mentally. Women… no wonder I really didn't like them…

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"I'm fine…" I said a little crustily. Just go away…

"Are you sure?" She asked again, "You look a little flush."

"I'm fine!" Must devise a way to hurt that woman…

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"No…" Something painful…

"It will make you feel better. I'm a nurse, I know these things…"

"I'm fine…" Something really painful…

"Was it a nightmare?"

"It's bloody nothing…" A quick death…

"What was that word you whispered?"

"None of your business…" Maybe I should get one of Professor Snape's 1001 Lethal Poisons book…

"Was the word 'Happy'?"

Draco turned his back and pulled the covers to his neck. "No!" Is that a knife I see sparkling there?

"Harpy?"

"Leave me alone…" Damn, it's just a bookmark…

"Hearty?"

"Go away…" Could paper cuts kill?

Draco tried top move farther and farther to the side of the bed to get out of hearing range when he ran out of space to move.

"Harry Potter!"

"AK!" Bloody hell…

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Harry turned the knob and walked slowly in the room. He saw a young man edging to the other end of the bed with his back turned to him.

I hope I'm not disturbing anything…

Then all of a sudden…

"Harry Potter!"

Harry nearly jumped at the same time he heard a noise.

"AK!"

He faced the woman, which had taken care of his arm before. He was putting his full attention to Madame Pomfrey, eyes begging apologetically… Yes, full attention… Ok, so maybe not all of his attention. His eyes wandered to the bed where the boy was before he fell on the floor.

Maybe I shocked him…

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How the bloody hell did that woman know?!? Grrr… It's her fault I fell from the bloody bed!

Draco suddenly picked himself up from his fallen position and then…

"NO! It's not about -----------!" He abruptly stopped in mid-sentence. Bloody hell…

His breath was caught in his lungs. He was face to face with…

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 "Hey! Ron!" It was Oliver Wood.

"What's up, Oliver?"

"Just came up to check you."

"Why?"

He stopped to catch his breath. "Because I forgot to ask why you have those cuts in your hand. Everybody's worried about Malfoy and Harry that I myself didn't notice until yesterday."

"Oh, these?" He said holding up his hand. "I got this when I accidentally dropped the potion glasses in the sink and I cut myself. No big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure…"

Oliver was about to leave when he thought of another question. "When did you get them? What potion bottles?"

Ron thought for a moment and then said,

"You know, the ones we made to change the personality."

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To be continued…