Disclaimer: I do not own the characters... except Emme of course... JK Rowling is a genius though so all credit for everything else goes to her.

Flames are welcome seeing as I am going camping I am going to need them to toast my marshmallows for s'mores... mmm

Everyone that reviewed about the lack of paragraphs...

I was a new fanfic author and I didn't know how to fix it. I'm sorry it was difficult to read, but I think I got the hang of how to use the system... next time take into consideration that one does not always know how to use technology... I do know how to write I have been doing it for many years... thank you

And let the magic begin...

Emme arose from her bed, and noticed that she had a cold. Oh, great. She thought to herself. Just what I need; another problem to worry about.

She skipped doing her makeup because she felt so sick, and she just pulled her hair back in a pony tail, threw on her school clothes, and headed down to breakfast.

She sat at the table closest to the door, and saw that there was chicken soup on the table. Someone must know I'm sick. She thought as she spooned some into her bowl.

"Hey, Baby." Draco said from behind her.

"Hi." Emme looked at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think I'm sick." Emerald said as he sat next to her

"Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey." he suggested.

"No. I hate doctors. I'll be fine." She laid her head on Draco's shoulder.

"Who got you chicken soup?" Draco asked as he stirred it around.

"I don't know. It was here." She nuzzled her nose into his neck.

"Alright, well, I am going to the library. Want to come?" he asked.

"No. I think I'll just stay here and eat my soup." Em sneezed.

"I'd get you a tissue, but Pansy's not here to take one from her bra." Draco smiled and made Emerald laugh.

"Don't be mean, Mr. Malfoy." Emerald said in a mock reprimanding way. "But what is that girl's problem?"

"I don't know. I think she's nutters." Draco said. "But I do have to get to the library. I have a Transfiguration report do." He kissed Em's nose, and left.

Emerald was engrossed in her soup when her friends came up to her. "You okay, Emme?" Ginny asked.

"I just don't feel good. My chest hurts, I'm sneezing, and I feel all stuffed up." Em replied.

"Maybe you should go to hospital. I mean Madame Pomfrey has worked miracles before." Hermione said.

"No. Doctor's give me the creeps." At this Emerald went into a fit of coughing.

"Really, Em. I'll go with you. Come on." Harry offered.

"No. It's okay. I'll be fine." She sneezed again.

"Potty, Weasel, get away from the girl." Malfoy was back.

"Draco, be nice. They're my friends." Emme pleaded.

"You're coming with me right now. Madame Pomfrey has got a bed all ready for you, and I don't care what you want you're going." Draco picked her up, and carried her out of the room.

"I've never seen Draco care so much about anything in his life... I don't even think he cares that much about himself." Luna had walked up to the group.

Draco carried Emerald all the way up to the Hospital wing, and laid her in the bed. "I'll take notes in the classes I'm in, and I'll ask Granger to take notes in her classes. Then, we'll all be up to see you when we get a chance. Okay?"

"I guess." Emerald said.

"I'll be back later." Draco began to walk out.

Emme caught his hand and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him full on the mouth, and then said, "Draco, I think I love you."