Disclaimer: You know what I'm supposed to say, don't you? Yadda Yadda Yadda, I do not own anything dealing with the already made movie of Harry Potter. You know the whole story.

A/N: All right, people. You know the drill. Read, review, and have a good night. Or, day, whatever it might be when you are reading this.

Malya awoke, feeling tired. Where was she? As her eyes began to focus on the room around her, she saw that she was in the hospital. She looked over to a small group of people that were whispering like conspirators. The group consisted of Hermoine, Harry, Ron, and Crystal.

"Do you suppose what McGonagall said is true?" asked Harry. "I mean, about the whole mythical creature thing?"

"I certainly hope not," huffed Hermoine. "That is the last thing Malya needs right now."

"You can say that again," grumbled Ron. "I mean, who knew? Her and Malfoy? Ick! That is the worst thing ever."

"Has anyone told Malfoy yet?" questioned Crystal.

"McGonagall is telling him now," replied Hermoine. What could they be talking about, wondered Malya. What about Malfoy and me? Why must they insist on putting his name in even the same conversation as mine? That cannot be good.

Just then, the doors to the hospital wing flew open and a figure (Malya couldn't see because she closed her eyes in case it was Madam Pomphry) rushed towards the group.

"Malfoy!" squeaked Ron, hiding behind Harry.

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" he cried. "This cannot happen and it WILL not happen. Do you hear me?"

"Now, Malfoy, listen to reason," began Hermoine.

"No, no, and again NO!" cried Draco. "I will NOT go through with it. I would rather DIE than to go through with it."

"Well, that's just great, Malfoy!" shouted Crystal. "You just may get your wish with an attitude like that! You heard what McGonagall said, didn't you? One or both of you will die if neither of you go through with it."

"Good!" cried Draco, turning on Crystal. "Then at least, either way, I'll be away from that mudblood." Crystal smacked him right across the cheek.

"Wake up, you arrogant prat!" she cried. "Death solves nothing. If you die, your father will take his anger out on the school with some bogus claim that they did nothing to protect you from Voldemort! If Malya dies, then an innocent life is lost! And if both of you die, nothing has been solved!"

Malya gulped. Why was she going to die? She didn't want to die at such a young age. And what is it that Malfoy doesn't want to do? What is so horrible that he would result to such anger? Not that he has ever chosen another coarse. And why was Voldemort's name mentioned?

She had so many questions that needed to be answered and no one to answer them for her. If she opened her mouth now, that might ruin her chances of finding anything out at that moment. If she didn't, she would probably have many more questions that needed to be answered and become even more confused.

She didn't have much time to consider her point of action before the doors opened once again and Professor Dumbledore walked in.

"Now, now," he said. "What is all this yelling about?"

"Professor Dumbledore," said Hermoine, rushing to the headmaster. "Please tell us that there is another way."

"I am afraid I cannot," said Dumbledore sorrowfully. "It is as it is and I am afraid that nothing can be done about it."

"But Professor," pouted Draco. "This is not honorable."

"Honorable or not, Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid I cannot do anything about the matter. So unless you can miraculously find another way, like in a book or something, then you must do what you must do."

"I'll be in the library first thing after dinner," mumbled Draco, folding his arms.

"Probably the only time he'll ever step foot into the library," growled Hermoine.

"Children, children," said Dumbledore in a calming tone. "Do not, and I repeat DO not, do anything rash. The best thing for us to do right now is to try and stay calm."

"But Professor," whined Draco.

"I said 'enough', Draco," said Dumbledore. "Now all of you should go eat lunch and I will stay here and talk with Malya. Alone." The group reluctantly nodded and left.

"You can sit up now, Miss Matthews," said Dumbledore once the others were gone. "I know you've been listening." Malya slowly sat up and looked shamefully at the headmaster.

"Sorry, professor," she said sheepishly. "I couldn't help myself."

"It's quite alright," said Dumbledore, sitting on the side of her cot. "I just wonder why you didn't ask earlier as to what they were talking about."

"Well, I've got to admit, I am curious," smiled Malya. "I just don't understand what's going on, professor. What is this whole thing with Draco and me? I just don't understand why I must be mentioned with that git."

"If you will only calm down, I shall explain it all to you," said Dumbledore.

A/N: Okay, I would write more, but I am told that the best way to keep an audience is to keep them in suspense. So---- suspense, suspense. There, I rubbed suspense all over this chapter... I think. Ah well, read and review. And I went to the Midnight showing of HP last night (the 3rd) and I like it a lot. It is probably the best one yet. Sure, they left things out, but they still did a great job on the film. Okay, later much.