The next morning Hermione woke up feeling all sore. She heard some voices next to her. So she turned around. There were people in white coats putting Draco on a stretcher. He had a one of those breathing machines hooked up to his mouth. Hermione looked horrified.

"Madame Pomfrey, where are they taking him?" She asked in a croaked voice.

"Well this morning he was couching up blood and was having a hard time breathing. So they're taking him to St. Mungos' for observations. They're going to try and fix his ribs. Apparently the medicine I gave him wasn't strong enough. It's ok dear, I'm sure he'll be fine. Oh please don't cry!" Madame Pomfrey said this last sentence in a croaked voice as well. She hugged Hermione because she bust out into tears. Hermione hugged her back. The news had already spread about Draco going to the Hospital. (Dam things spread fast!).

Hermione was well enough that she was dismissed from the Wing. She was too sad and worried that she didn't go to lunch. Instead she went upstairs to the common room. Nobody was there so she took a comfy armchair. She stared into the fire for a long time. She didn't know why, but she wanted to be reminded of Draco.

"What are you sulking about this time Granger? Sad that your lover is at that hospital? Maybe he'll do us all a favor and die." It was Ginny who spoke. She laughed at her own stupid joke. Hermione just ignored her.

"What's the matter? Trouble of hearing? I thought you would say something retarded to defend your baby by now." She plopped down on the armchair across from Hermione.

"No I heard what you said." She got up and crossed the room and heading up to the girls dormitories. She looked back at Ginny.

"Your just not worth arguing with." And with that she disappeared inside the room.