Draco shook his head, turning back to his dinner as Solana disappeared from the Great Hall. Honestly, it was sad. Blaise was crushing on his sister, and Lana was clearly crushing back, though they both seemed to be denying it. Losers.

"Draco, why do you still like me?" Echo voice was small and vulnerable.

Draco blinked, "Because you're..." He frowned, why was she asking this? "Because you're all I can think about."

Echo blushed a little. "But why?"

"Because you're lovely, and you've got an attitude, and you aren't afraid to yell at me when I'm being stupid, and..." He sighed. Those weren't exactly true, anymore. She could come back, though. She had to.

"I must be disappointing you then, I am no longer the person you just said I was. You don't have to be nice."

He shook his head, "I'm not nice. I'm just telling you what I think you could be again... You don't have to be like this, you know."

"I know that I don't have to be it, but I don't know, I feel weird to go back to how I use to act. This is who they made me in to, it doesn't help that every time I come to eat something I get called a slut."

"Tell me who, and they're dead."

"All the Gryffindors. Especially that Weasley twit."

"The male weasel?" Draco growled, letting go of Echo's hand and standing from the table.

"Draco what are you doing?"

Draco didn't answer, moving around the table and marching over to the Gryffindors. "Weasley!" Two bright red heads rose, one female, the other freckled and clearly Ron Weasley. Draco rolled his eyes, "Male Weasley!"

Ron stood, "Malfoy."

Draco didn't think, didn't hesitate, just drew back his fist and planted it straight into Ron's face. Weasley crumpled, and Potter stood, exclaiming angrily about what a bastard Draco was and reaching for his wand.

"DRACO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!" Echo yelled running over to the Gryffindor table. "STOP I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO KILL HIM."

Draco couldn't answer as Weasley's fist came back and hit him in the jaw. He stepped back, rubbing his jaw. Weasley stepped towards him, making a comment about how his slut girlfriend didn't have any honor to stand up for anyway. Draco snarled, tackling the red head to the round and proceeding to beat his face in. "DON'T. TALK. ABOUT. ECHO. THAT. WAY!"

"I AM NOT A SLUT!!! KILL HIM!!!"

Potter grabbed Draco's shoulder as the Malfoy blackened Weasley's eye. "Malfoy! What the hell -"

"Get the fuck off of me, wonder boy! Weasel's getting what he deserves!"

Potter rolled his eyes, pocketing his glasses before attempting to tug Draco off of Weasley.

"He said get off him are you daft!" Echo yelled before throwing all of her weight in to a punch that landed on Potter's cheekbone.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Professor McGonagall snapped, finally arriving on the scene. The students that had gathered around the fight stepped back, not wanting points taken away from their houses. Neither Draco, Ron, or Harry could answer, as Draco and Ron were rolling around on the floor, and Harry was cradling his face.

"Weasley called me a slut and Draco is beating his face in for it." Echo said simply.

Snape quirked a slow brow from behind McGonagall, "While I enjoy watching Weasley being punished, I am afraid that points must be taken away and detentions given." He smirked, "Ten points from Slytherin for striking another student. Thirty from Gryffindor for provoking the fight."

McGonagall huffed, and began assigning detentions.

Solana pulled her hair back into a sloppy bun as she and Blaise walked back from the Library. She hated having it brush against her neck. It reminded her of... them. Normally she would keep it down, it used to be a security blanket. Now...

"OOOOoooo No! Don't do it!! You do not love her!!!" Blaise yelled his nose still stuck in the book he had checked out.

Solana rolled her eyes, "Think you could be any louder?"

"Yes, NOOOOO!!!!!"

She shook her head. "Dumbass." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Men. Wait... Men obsessed with romance novels...

"Ewwww... I don't think that they should be doing that!!"

Solana shook her head, reaching over and plucking the book from his grasp. She shut it, ignoring his huff of protest. "You'll run into a wall. Stop."

"You lost my place!!" Blaise whined. "Owww," He rubbed his chest, glaring down at the small first year, "Watch where you're going, punk."

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!!" The first year trembled, "It's just... there's been a fight... In the Great Hall... and..."

"A fight? Who is fighting?" Blaise said shaking the youngen.

"I... It was..."

Solana shook her head, pushing Blaise back and looking down at the first year, "Who was fighting?"

The kid shot a frightened look at Blaise, "It was Malfoy, Potter, Weasley, and that other Zabini..."

"Shit, come on Solana we better get down there."

Solana nodded, already passing the first year and moving down the stairs. Dammit. What had Draco done?

Blaise and Solana ran it to the great hall as McGonagall handed out detentions.

Draco had blood dribbling down his chin from a split lip, and his fingers looked raw from the beating they'd delivered to Weasley's face. His hair was tousled and clotted with blood, most of it from the nearly unconscious Gryffindor slumped against the table.

Potter was cradling a bruised cheekbone, groaning with pain. "Agh...."

Solana skidded to a halt, still clutching Blaise's book, "What the hell is going on?!"

Echo skipped up to them a huge smile on her face. "Weasley called me a slut and Draco beat the crap out of him. Potter being the golden boy he is tried to stop him and I punched him." Echo finish a smirk playing on her lips. She cracked wrist from the angle that she'd punched Potter at.

"Right." Solana blinked, "Does draco have a head wound or something?"

Draco shook his head, pulling his robe back up onto his shoulder, "I've just got a split lip." He told her, his voice slightly slurred. He must have bitten his tongue at some point in the fight. "It's Weasley's blood." He sputtered.

Echo went over to Draco and snuggled in to his chest. Draco flinched when she did this but didn't make her move. His arms wrapped around her waist, despite the ache in them.

Blaise made a joking gag, falling against Solana in his dramatics. Solana stepped back, and he fell to the floor.

"Hey! That hurt! My poor butt, give me my book!!"

Solana held it away from him, smirking. Draco shook his head, "Shut up Blaise. I'm sore."

Blaise grinned, picking himself up from the floor. "Sore from what?" He asked suggestively.

"Vigorous physical activity." Solana answered dead pan.

Echo giggled. "Not yet."

Draco just smirked.

Anndy's Babble: Isn't that just a great break? It's so lovely. hehe. True's all hyper again. ::sigh:: Poop. Lol. Anyhoo, she's complaining about Poop being her word, so take THIS! POOPY!!

THAT IS MY WORD!!!! POOP!!!!

::snickers:: Indeed.

Gives her the finger Shut it, you poop.

::quirks brow:: Oh, THAT'S mature...

smiles Yup.

::rolls eyes:: Dork. Wait... that's too good a word for you... Hmmm.....

Okay I think that is anough. Bye for now! True777

::blinks:: WHAT?!?!?!?! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::dies:: - Anndy

Heeheehee I win.

::dead body wakes up:: Bitch. :P ::dies again::