"Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley," Professor Mcgonagal said curtly, "I suggest you get out of there right now."

Harry had looked down at Ginny who met his eye and she nodded and he got up first so she could get up next. She held in a groan as she felt the thing that had been piercing her back, slowly come off her.

"Miss Weasley?" Snape, she turned around slowly, but he was glaring at Harry, "Potter," he barked, "take Miss Weasley to the infirmary this instance!"

"I'm sure it is," Trinity smirked, her deep blue eyes piercing his, with her dark hair pulled up.

"How'd you get me out of the school?" He drawled looking bored.

She glared at him, "I would think you'd be happy to see that I'm alive, Draco," she sneered.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, "now Trinity dear, I am. Of course it's just been to long."

She glared at him, "that's thanks to your damn father."

He took at step towards her, she didn't even flinch, "Now Trinity, would you mind telling me how I got...here?"

She laughed, "Still the same," she mumbled under her breath.
"Why?" Ginny said, wincing when he helped her out.

"Your back is bleeding Miss Weasley; surely you would know when you hurt yourself?" Snape said oddly cold yet with a hint of concern.

Without another word Harry help her to the infirmary. She cast a glance at him, "does it look bad?"

"if your planning on getting guys with the look you got know, then yeah it does...but come to think of it," He cast her a glance too.

"What?"

"How did you get hurt?"
"Trust me Trinity, no one ever stays the same," he said lazily.

She smirked, "oh but you, Draco Anthony Malfoy, will always stay the same."

He narrowed his eyes at her, he slowly raised his hand to her hair, "and," he said in a strict voice causing her to flinch, "What would that exactly mean?"

She wrinkled her nose, "for one," she said moving her head so her hair slipped out of his grasp, "you still use that voice when you get mad, two you most likely think you're the bad ass of the family." She stared at him before continuing, "Last," she reached up to his cheek, "your looks still improve for your better."

He glared at her threw the hair, damn her! He thought before moving his head so she her hand would fall.
"Oh my dear!" Madame Pomfrey said shocked, "what happened?"

She groaned, and Harry answered for her, "We're not exactly sure."

Madame Pomfrey shook her head, "sit," she said pointing to the bed.

Ginny hoped on while Harry sat on a chair not to far from the bed and waited patiently. She felt Madame Pomfrey leave the room before coming back and telling Harry that he'd need to leave. Madame Pomfrey had made her take her shirt off so she could examine the wound more carefully.

She winced once in a while when Madame Pomfrey prodded her back. She cried out when something was pulled out of it, tears tempted to escape her eyes because of the pain. She blinked trying to get away the blurry part when she had tears come, which now rolled slowly down her face.

"Dear," she heard Madame Pomfrey say sadly under her breath, before she put a blanket around her, "now you have to stay in this bed, I'm going to get Professor Dumbledore, Mcgonagal and Snape. If you want I'll have Mr. Potter stay with you," Madame Pomfrey said nearly out the door.

"If he wants too," Ginny said utterly confused...was something wrong?