Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. But for some reason, I have a feeling you know that already. Also don't own any of the lyrics featured in this.

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say

I never want to let you down or have you go

It's better off this way

For all the dirty looks

The photographs your boyfriend took

Remember when you broke your foot

From jumping out the second floor

I'm not okay

I'm not okay

I'm not okay

You wear me out

I'm Not Okay (I promise) by My Chemical Romance

"What is wrong with you today?" He (I think you know who. Draco? Duh.) said, while walking down the corridor (his yes men trailing behind, as always.)

"Nothin-Awaaaawa!" I was cut off by my slipping in a large puddle of water. Who ever did that is so going to pay.

"You flaming idiots! Foul wastes of space! Blood traitors! Great son of a mudblood!" I screamed, sitting in the puddle, clutching my ankle.

The three boys eyes were wide. They just stood and stared and stared.

"Well help me up you prat!" I said, trying to lunge on Draco, and falling, hard on my back, onto the stone floor.

"Ohhh...Owww..." They finally rushed to my side.

"Well we can't pick you up! Your filthy, water all over your back!" Well thank you, Captain Obvious.

"Well then get somebody you idiot!"

This all lead to this string of events.

1. Draco calls for Flint

2.Flint trys to help me up by using my leg, giving him a clear view up my skirt.

3.Flint grabbed my good leg, leading to his nose getting broken by my kicking him in the face. I love those boots dad bought me. Really, I do.

4.Snape notices Flint crying like a baby in the dungeons, asks him whats wrong and ends up using a levitation charm to get me to the Hospital Wing.

So here I am, snuggled in the fluffy cover, and laying on one of the most comfortable mattresses ever. Draco is at my side. He thinks I'm asleep. Did you know he cusses alot when he thinks he's alone? I had no idea some of those words even existed...

Hmm...He seems to be getting up. He's pacing. Wonder why...Okay...He's pacing in...squares? I pace in circles. Who paces in squares?

He's muttering. Something about Flint being a...Well, I really don't think I can bring myself to write it. lets just say its VERY derogatory.

I wonder what inspired that? Oh wait...No. Well...Maybe...nah. I doubt he'd be jealous about seeing up my skirt. I wear shorts under them today any ways, it was to cold not to.

I don't have a huge ego, I just know that boys are pervs. And I except that, as long as they except me slapping them in the face. No, I think it involves sports, He keeps on muttering on about some "snitch" and "uniforms". I think it might be over the new uniforms Flint passed last year, they looked horrible. I saw them wearing them at the game last year. Draco nearly fell off his broom because the uniform was to heavy. I hear they are going back to the usual this year. Good, Draco looks much better- Uh, I mean...The team looks alot more uhhh...professional in the old ones.

Well, guess I should "Wake up." now.

"Ohh..It hurts..." Wow, I'm good at this. Maybe I could get myself an extra day in here. A break from school would be wonderful.

"Ok there, Pansy?" He spun on his heel, he looked angry still. Oh, how cute!

"Oh Drake, it hurts so bad!" I said in my best sweet voice. Draco acts like his all tough, but he's wrapped around my finger. Oh, now he looks all sweet-like. I am NOT obsessed with his looks! Really! Maybe just alittle bit. But not much. Really.

"I could get Madame Pomfrey." He said. Fat chance of me wanting THAT. My medicine tastes horrible.

"Ohh...noooo...The potion. 'oribble." I mumbled.

"You need to eat." He said with his smirk on his face. Why was he smirking? Is his face stuck like that or something?

"No."

"Yes, you do."

"Noooo."

"Yes."

"Urrrghlh."

"I'll take that as a yes."

And before I knew it, he was yelling to Madame Pomfrey. "Pomfrey, shes hungry! She needs to eat!"

Ugh. He's acting like my father now, practically force feeding me. Well, I'll just pick alittle of it.

Within minutes I had a tray set on my lap that was nearly overflowing with food. Toast, eggs, and sausage. a small platter with butter on it was also on the tray. The design on the platter interested me. There were vines, hand painted probably, all along the side that wove in between each other, finally ending in two flowers. Pansy's as a matter of fact.

Draco looked at what I was staring at.

"Heh. Irony. Pansy, your barely eating." I was eating a slice of toast, no butter. Uh oh...Draco was starting to notice.

"The potin, mess'z with meh apertite." I said with my mouth full of toast.