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A/N: Sorry for the long update. I'll try and shorten the spaces in between the updates, but I can't make any promises. My, and thank you for the reviews. I really appreciate every single one of them. It pleases me to know that you like this story. I'll be done soon, hopefully, if this is not the last chapter. I might add one more, depending on how this one goes. I don't know, we'll just have to see now, won't we?

After my talk with Ron, I felt better. I still feel bad about what happened in the bathroom, now don't get me wrong. But in a way, I think it's better that we don't see each other. He's not really my type, if you think about it. He's too much of a scardy cat in my personal opinion. And although he is one of my best friends, I don't think I can see this relationship going anywhere. Don't you think the same thing?

I walked into the Great Hall where very few people were left. Only Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, and Malya Wood, Oliver Wood's younger sister, were left at the Gryffindor table, two members of the Hufflepuff house now snogging in their section, a fifth year Ravenclaw girl with a thick book on Transfiguration at her table, and three Slytherins at the other end of the hall- Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinslut. Oops, did I say that? I meant Parkinson. No, I definately meant Parkinslut!

Walking over to the Slytherin table, I leaned in to Crabbe and Goyle and looked at them.

"Do either of you know where Draco went?" I asked them. At first, they just looked at me rather stupidly, as if trying to figure out if I was talking to them or not. Then, they just shook their heads in the negative. I sighed, thanked them, and walked out of the Great Hall again. Perhaps I'll have better luck in some random corridor.

I was on my way to the library and had turned a corner when I was met with the most unpleasant sight. I saw Draco talking with his dispicable father, Lucius Malfoy. There he is, Pratty McPrat Senior. I quickly ducked behind a suit of armor and hoped that no one would come down the otherwise empty corridor. I want to hear what they are talking about.

"Now you listen to me, son," commanded Lucius. "Either you ditch the Mudblood or you get hurt."

"But Dad-" Draco began. Lucius held his hand to his sons throat, which stopped him. I could see Draco wringing his hands around his father's wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip.

"I wouldn't fight me if I were you, son," Lucius drawled. Draco was now a good foot of the ground. Oh no, what am I going to do?

"Da-Dad, you're....cho-ch-choking me," I heard Draco say in labored breath. Oh crap, what should I do? If I were to jump out and help him, I could make matters worse than I have to. If I don't, then..... Cripe, where's a teacher when you need one? When it matters most, you can't find a single one. But when you are making a simple polyjuice potion to extract information from an enemy (er, at the time was an enemy), then they're breathing down your neck practically.

"Do you hate the feeling? The feeling of the life being squeezed from you? If you do, then you better do as I say, Draconis. If not, then you shall suffer some serious consequences. Do you hear me?" Draco didn't say anything. I mean, he couldn't. "I said 'do you hear me'? Honestly, I swear your ears don't work sometimes."

"Yeah," coughed Draco. "But too bad my nose works just fine. I can smell the fire-whiskey on your breath, dad!" Just then, Lucius ministered a horrible blow to the side of the head. Ouch, that's the same side that he was hit with the bludger during that one Quidditch game. Draco fell to the ground and Lucius kicked him right in the stomach. That's it, I've had enough of this horrible stuff.

"Hey, you jerk!" I cried, jumping up looking straight at Lucius. He turned sharply at me and glared. "The next time you should do that, I'll have to make sure that your face meets my fist."

"You silly little girl," he snickered. "Do you honestly think you can scare me?"

"I punched the lights out of your son, and I can do the same to you," I grumbled. We both looked at Draco, who was grasping his stomach and trying desperately to allow air into his lungs.

"As you can see, he's weak and it does not take a lot to make him wriggle with pain." I took out my wand and shouted a curse at him, only he managed to bounce the spell off of him and have it come back at me. I narrowly missed it when I ducked. Oh no, he's coming for me now. Oops. I don't suppose I've planned this the whole way through. Then, I remembered where I was. I smiled.

"What are you going to do to me, Malfoy?" I hissed, disregaurding all forms of manners. "We're in Hogwarts. There are students and teachers all around us. If you were to harm me in any way, that would not only send you to jail for attacking another human being, but you could be sent for many other things, as well as putting other students in danger!" But he kept on coming at me, a fierce look in his eyes.

"I'll do as I please," he hissed. He pulled out his wand and made to attack me when his wand flew out of his hand. We both looked in Draco's direction and saw that he now held both his and his father's wands. His wand is now pointing at Lucius.

"Another step and I swear you'll regret ever doing so," he hissed.

"Why you miserable, little-" began Lucius, walking for his son and getting ready to slap him once again. I braced myself for the sound of the smack, but none came. Instead...

"Malfoy!" Dumbledore bellowed. He was now standing in between both Malfoys. Wow, I didn't even hear the pop of him apperating. Lucius had now stopped dead in his tracks. Lowering his hand, he straightened himself out. "Don't you dare place another hand on that young man or you shall deeply regret it. I'll see to that!" Draco and I looked at each other around the adults and we both smiled. Yay for Dumbledore.

A/N2: Okay peoples. I know this story is kinda dumb but I guess people are liking it. So thank you for those reviews and I hope that you do continue to read. Especially Brit, my one constant fan in all my stories! Always Hopeful