(Draco POV)

"RILEY" I screamed through the door.

I heard her scream. "Dit! What am I going to do! Where's a bloody house elf when you need one!" I muttered furiously under my breath.

I bolted from my room and down the stairs, skipping half of them.

"MUM! DAD!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could. "MRS. THOMPSON! God! Anyone!"

"Why are young Master Malfoy shouting?" a small elf squeaked.

"Where did my parents go? And Mr. and Mrs. Thompson!" I said urgently.

"They all went to eats dinner, Master," the elf said with a slight bow. "What troubles has you have?"

"Riley fell and I don't know if she's okay! Send an urgent owl to my and Riley's parents, and pronto!" I yelled.

The elf nodded and rushed to the kitchens.

I ran back up to my room to see if I could hear anything, breathing, whimpering, anything!

Nothing.

"Riley! Riley, just hold on! Mum and Dad will be home soon!" I yelled to her, sure she couldn't hear me. "Just hold on…"I whispered as I slid to the floor, leaning on the wall for support. "God," I prayed. "I don't know if you can hear me, but Riley means everything to me. I don't know what I would do if I lost her like this…or if I lost her at all…Let her be okay, let her be alive when I get to her."

Tears of grief and anger spilled down my face. Did I actually say that! Am I-am I…crying! What if Riley meant more to me than just a friend? What would happen next?

About a zillion thoughts were rushing through my head when my parents burst into the room.

"Where's Riley!" Mrs. Thompson asked worriedly.

I numbly pointed over my shoulder to the bathroom door.

"Move, Draco," Father said.

I stood to the side and he pointed his wand at the door.

"BOMBARDER!" he yelled.

The door splintered and I ran into the room.

Riley was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood and glass from my mirror. Her face was sliced, including her eyes, her arms were covered in cuts and gashes, blood oozing from the open wounds. The back of her head was matted with blood from where she fell back into the mirror.

I put my robe around her cold body and hugged her to my chest, her blood mixing with my tears.

"Riley," I cried into her hair. "Please, Riley, please don't leave me…"

I knew that our parents were watching, but I didn't care at that precise moment. I gently kissed the corner of her mouth. I could taste her blood and feel her slight labored breathing on my cheek.

"We have to get her to St. Mungo's!" Mrs. Thompson cried as her husband put a comforting arm around her.

"Draco, darling, how long was she like this?" Mother asked.

"Half an hour, at least…" I muttered, pushing Riley's long brown hair from her eyes and face. The cuts on her forehead were still bleeding.

"It might be too late…" Father said slowly.

"No!" Mrs. Thompson cried.

"We just have to get her there," Father said quietly. "Draco, go by floo powder. We'll meet you there."

"You best hurry, dear. I don't know how full it will be seeing how it is one in the morning," Mother said.

Mrs. Thompson let out a strangled sob.

I picked Riley's limp body up and carried her to the fireplace. I grabbed a handful of Floo Powder.

"St. Mungo's Hospital!"

The nurse let out a cry at the sight of Riley's bloody body.

"Hurry. Bring her this way."

The nurse led me down the hall to a small room at the end.

"Put her here."

I laid her down on the bed.

The nurse performed a blood replenishing spell on her, and the bleeding started again, heavier than ever, making the white sheets grow redder by the second.

"Poor dear…" the nurse tutted. The she turned to me. "Who are you? Her brother or something?"

"Draco Malfoy. Riley was staying with me this summer, along with her family. They should be here anytime soon…Miss, I need to know something. Is-is Riley going to-be okay?" I could feel tears stinging my eyes again.

"I'm no Healer, Draco," the nurse said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I can't make that assessment."

I looked into her eyes. They said everything that she didn't; I knew Riley wouldn't be with me through the night.

I took Riley's cold hand into my own. It was so much smaller than mine.

The nurse walked out of the room to find the Head Healer on duty that night.

"I'm right here, Ri…I won't leave you…I promise you…" I squeezed her hand.

I sat on the bed beside her, stoking her red-stained hair. A few tears fell onto her blood-stained sheets.

The nurse and head Healer rushed into the room.

"What happened?" the Healer demanded.

"She-she didn't eat all day yesterday. She finally woke up around nine this evening and went to get a shower. She had the door locked and I couldn't get to her for a least half and hour…she had passed out and fell into my mirror and it shattered and…and…" Tears were falling again. I know it's not like me. Draco Malfoy never cries! But Riley, Riley was a special case. We were friends and I cared for her more than anything…

"It's okay, Mr. Malfoy. I think I know what I need to. Your parents…will they be here soon?"

"I don't know. I would have expected them to be…"

The Healer did a blood replenishing spell on her again. The bleeding started again.

"Mr. Malfoy, I need to ask you to leave."

"What? No! I-I can't! I promised her!"

"Mr. Malfoy! I suggest that if you want me to save her, you leave!"

I blinked, then nodded. "Okay, but I'm waiting outside the door and the second you're finished I'm back by her side, deal?"

"Deal." The Healer smiled at me. "Now, please, Draco…We need to save your friend."

I kissed Riley's hand and left the room.

I slid down the wall and hit my head on it.

"Draco! Draco, darling!" Mum called down the corridor.

"Mum! Where's Mrs. and Mr. Thompson?"

"They said that they couldn't stand to see their daughter-in this condition…" Mum hugged me.

"They're working with her right now. I hope that she's okay…"

"She'll be fine, Draco…"

Mum sat beside me on the floor for hours.

It was probably nearing five in the morning when I started to nod off.

I rested my head on the wall and fell asleep…

"Draco! Draco, wake up, dear!" Mum called me.

I sat up and stretched. "Are they finished? Can I go in?"

"Yes, I'll wait here for her parents. I sent an owl to them telling them that she survived."

I stood up and went into the room.

Riley was still laying still, arms bandaged, and face and hair cleaned. Her light skin shown pink in the early morning light.

"Riley, I'm right here," I said, kissing her hand.

I climbed into the bed beside her. I placed her head on my chest and put her hand in mine.

I fell asleep with Riley beside me, in my arms…