Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the character of Fierra Diosa and the plot.

Draco Malfoy braced for the impact as his Nimbus 2003 hurtled into the ground. The next thing he knew, he was lying in the hospital wing, every single limb in his body aching. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't, so he remained lying down.

"I see that you're awake, Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey, the school matron, said as she noticed him trying to get up. "I suggest that you don't try getting up soon, mind you. You suffered a very nasty fall."

"What?" Draco asked groggily. He wasn't completely sure of what had happened to him. All he remembered was his broom malfunctioning and crashing into the ground. "How bad was I hurt?" he asked.

Madam Pomfrey peered at him curiously, and then said, "Here, see for yourself." She held up a small mirror in front of him and he looked into it. He gasped as he saw a badly scratched face and mud-caked hair. A clouded expression settled over his face.

Madam Pomfrey noticed this and said, "Your left arm and your right leg were broken, but I've mended them overnight. You suffered a mild concussion, and, don't worry, your cuts will completely heal in no time." She noticed that Draco looked greatly relieved. "Now, I suggest you get some more rest until you feel better." With that, she left the room.

Over the next couple of days, Draco fell in and out of a daze, until Fierra came and visited him after her Transfiguration class.

"Hey, Draco," she said softly, sitting on his hospital bed. "Nice hair." She noticed his muddy hair and patted it gently, chuckling. "So how are you doing?" she asked.

"Not too bad, considering that my hair is a bloody mess, and my arms and legs still feel numb," Draco said with a wan smile. He sat up, using his good arm to prop himself up. "So how's life?" he asked.

"Not too bad," Fierra replied. "Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick are still trying to figure out what happened to your broom. They think it's jinxed," she said. Fierra's face wore a worried look. "I think it was jinxed too," she whispered.

Draco looked down thoughtfully. Why would anyone want to jinx my broom? He thought. Then it dawned unto him.

"Parkinson!" Draco exclaimed. Fierra abruptly looked up.

"What?" she asked, looking at him worriedly. "It's me, Fierra, not Pansy," she said. She looked at him closely. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I wasn't calling you Parkinson anyway," Draco said. "I just thought that maybe Pansy was the one who jinxed my broom," he said. Fierra nodded.

"It's possible. She does seem to be one that holds grudges against people," Fierra said thoughtfully.

Draco Malfoy was released from the hospital wing the day after, and was allowed to go to his classes again.

"It's great to be back," Draco gloated all through his potions class. "Professor Snape said that the class almost fell apart while I was gone."

Many seventh-year Slytherin girls looked at Draco with great admiration until Fierra entered the room. She smiled at the other girls and took a seat next to Draco, who put his arm around her instantly. All the other girls huffed and turned around in their seats. Professor Snape entered the room moments later.

"I'm glad to welcome back Mr. Malfoy to our Potions class," Professor Snape said. All the Slytherins applauded, leaving the Gryffindors looking smug and disgruntled. Draco smirked while Fierra laughed quietly.

"As you know, we are going to be starting ailment draughts today," Professor Snape's voice rang coldly throughout the dungeons. He slowly paced around the room, every now and then pausing at a student's table. "You are going to be working in partners, with one exception: the partners must be a Slytherin," he paused. "And a Gryffindor." Groans spread throughout the room. "Silence!" Professor Snape bellowed. "I reckon that many of you cannot handle a simple task of partnering yourselves up, so I will do it myself," he said.

Within a few minutes, Ron Weasley was partnered up with Gregory Goyle and Seamus Finnigan was partnered up with Vincent Crabbe. Hermione Granger was partnered up with Fierra Diosa, and Harry Potter was partnered up with Draco Malfoy. Everyone was displeased with this arrangement, but there was no arguing with Professor Snape.

The tension in the dungeons was unbelievable. All the student worked away at their ailment draughts, wary of their partners. Twelve minutes later, Fierra and Hermione got into an argument.

"You weren't supposed to add the porcupine needles yet, Granger!" Fierra yelled at Hermione. Hermione whipped around to face her.

"It doesn't matter! The whole thing will be mixed anyway!" Hermione yelled back while her face was beginning to take on a shade of red. She noticed Professor Snape make his way towards them.

"I see that there's a problem. What is going on in here, Miss Diosa?" Professor Snape asked. His eyebrows were raised high and there was a look in his face that almost seemed like he was amused.

"Granger added the porcupine needles too soon, Professor," Fierra said, smirking at Hermione. Professor Snape made his way over to their cauldron and inspected it.

"The potion's too runny. The effect of porcupine needles being added too soon. Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for not following the directions," Professor Snape declared coolly.

"But Professor! I've read that it doesn't matter when you add the porcupine needles! It's Fierra's fault that the potion's too runny! She added too much-" Hermione ranted.

"That's enough, Miss Granger! Five more points from Gryffindor for being an incorrect know-it-all!" Snape shouted. "It seems," he said. "Like you're not handling the fact that you are not the brightest student in my class very well." Hermione hung her head and walked back to her desk, where she spoke to no one for the rest of the class.

Potions class ended and it was time for lunch. Fierra and Draco sat in one of the four long tables. A seventh year Slytherin girl named Liz passed by and asked how Draco was, in which he replied that he was fine. She walked away, giggling with a friend. Fierra laughed.

"My, my… Aren't you popular with the ladies?" Fierra laughed while Draco smirked.

"Honestly, Fierra. It took you that long to realize that?" Draco said, while he shovelled a forkful of chicken into his mouth.

That afternoon, they had Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors again. Fierra and Hermione eyed each other coldly as Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, taught them how to handle Demiguises, which were ape-like creatures that were able to make themselves invisible. The students spent the rest of the class learning how to spot the creatures using difficult Revealing Spells.

After the classes for the day were over, Fierra and Draco quickly ate dinner and retired in the Slytherin Common Room, where they pondered about who would jinx Draco's broom.

"I think it's someone who was jealous," Fierra thought out loud. Draco nodded in agreement.

"I guess that could be true, but remember Pansy Parkinson? She could be the one," Draco said. "In fact, I'd bet my broomstick that it was Pansy who, er, jinxed it." His eyes suddenly wore a clouded expression. Then it suddenly dawned unto him. "Where is my broom, anyway?" he asked.

"Your broom? Oh, well, it, er…" Fierra started. Draco gave her a penetrating look. She sighed. "Your broom pretty much exploded just about the time you got off," she said, observing the growing look of horror in Draco's face. "I'd bet Madam Hooch's still got the pieces. If you want to go see what's left of your broom, go and ask her for them."

"You mean I've got no broom?" Draco asked incredulously. "How am I supposed to play Quidditch without a bloody broom?" Draco's voice was rising.

Fierra calmed him down. "Pipe down, Draco. Just go and ask your dear father for a new broom. It can't be that hard, can it?" she said. She got up, yawned, and stretched her arms. "I think it's best if I go to bed. It's getting to be pretty late," she said as she headed up to the girls' dormitories.

"All right. I think I'll go to bed too," Draco said. He put his arms around Fierra and kissed her goodnight, before they both went up to their dormitories and ended the night.

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*Sigh* Finally! I got this chapter done! Not too much action, but it's all good. Plot's moving a tad slow, but that's not a bad thing, folks! Keep posted for chapter 10, coming up soon!

~Liz- There! You're in the story, just as you wanted! Do you still "hat" me now?~

*Demiguises- from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander/ J.K. Rowling