Someday, I will own something of great value. This will not be Harry Potter, as J K Rowling already owns that.

Draco's Great Plan

Ryua leaned against the wall in the infirmary a few beds down from her brother, where half the class was simpering and oohing over the big ham. She was really rather disgusted with him. First, he couldn't even listen properly to a lesson, then acted like a big baby when he got cut because of it. He couldn't even insult the hippogriff with any originality. All together, he had made a pretty pathetic performance.

After what seemed like an hour, even Pansy had left, flanked by the slouching Crabbe and Goyle. "So. Let's see this marvelous battle wound that's crippled you for life." For that's what he'd been bemoaning to a rapt audience.

Draco smirked and lifted the heavy bandaging wrapped around his arm. "Isn't it terrible?" he said in a suffering voice.

"You little rat." Draco's skin was perfectly intact, all the fingers working, there wasn't even a scar or a bruise. "How'd she get it so well healed so fast?"

"I dunno. I've never even heard the spell before, but it was something like Immendio. And before that, she did this fantastic painkiller spell. I tell you, we have to learn that." Draco was serious now.

"Yeah." Ryua was thinking the same thing, how nice it would be to numb pain, even after the fact. But then, "Oh, shoot. Wait a sec. It wasn't a charm, was it?"

Draco's face fell. "Oh, yeah. Right." Neither of them were great shakes at charms. Their talents lay more in the cursing area. "Still, I bet it wouldn't be too hard to learn, and it would actually be worth it."

"Hmm, maybe you're right. I'll have a look in the library. Coming?"

"Not a chance!" Draco grinned rather evilly. "I don't think I'm up to going up and down all those stairs yet. I'd better take it easy..."

Ryua snorted with laughter. "Well, you always were a lazy, useless brat. Why should it be any different at school? But," And her voice went deadly cold, "If you keep this up into quidditch season, I'll give you a real injury, and take over your position myself."

Draco laughed at that, albeit a little uneasily, as Ryua smoothly turned on her heel and walked out the door. "Hey, keep an eye on the homework for me, will you?" He called after her.

"Not a chance. Find someone else to do your work. I'm not a house elf." She shot back over her shoulder.

Author's Note: Yeah, it's short. I've been writing another story, not to mention future chapters for this one. And I'm still open for ideas, if anyone wants to volunteer some. I've been hitting writer's block.