Draco's eyes blinked open and he looked around. Soft sheets covered his frozen body. He felt very sick, like he had come down with an extreme cold overnight. And his head hurt something horrible. He sat up and felt his head. "OW!" he cried as he hit a large lump, covered with gauze. It was night time now, the torches in the hospital wing were lit with enough dim light to see around you.

Draco put his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He swayed a little bit because he was very dizzy. He could only barely recall the events of that day...he had been ambushed with snowballs. And he rememebered seeing Tru Lupin standing over him. She had put the imobulous charm on him and made him fall over and knock himself out. That werewolf spawned brute. He felt his head and glared. Oh wait till his father heard about this.

The anger pulsing in him made him sway a bit more and he had to grab the bed for support. He was very tired by now and decided to just lay down and get some rest. He'd deal with that arrogant girl in the morning. Laying back down in the bed, he tried not to concentrate on how horrid he felt and tried to concentrate on just how he was going to tell this to his father.

He winced in pain. The lump on his head was pulsing. "Where is that accursed nurse?" he mumbled angrily. He once again stood up. "Madame Pomfrey! MADAME POMFREY!" He cried out stumbling to the edge of the bed. The worried looking nurse burst through a side door and rushed to him. "Mr. Malfoy lay back down in bed! What is it?" she said quickly, laying him back down in the bed.

"This cursed lump on my head...I want something to heal it, and now!" he demanded. Madame Pomfrey looked at him as he lay there, her eyes wide. "The only thing I have is a simple healing cream solution made by Professor Snape this afternoon. Other than that I have nothing." She handed him a small cup with a thick, white, creamy substance in it. "Just rub it over the lump and i'll replace the gauze." she turned to go and retrieve some while he rubbed it on. A cooling sensation met his skin at the touch and he was relieved. He sighed deeply and layed back as Madame Pomfrey re-wrapped his head.

When she finished, she bade him good-night and left the wing. Draco lay there staring at the cieling for the longest time...just staring. Angrily hoping that Tru's night was as bad as his.

Sadly, it was. Tru awoke with a start, she was in a cold sweat, trembling from head to toe. She felt...odd. Like she was sick, but not. She went to the mirror and splashed her face with water. Staring at her reflection, she felt more awkward every second. Oh well. Tomorrow was her birthday. And she couldn't let a simple bad dream...which is what she was sure it was...ruin her 16th birthday.

She walked back over to her bed and lay down. Turning to her side, she sighed. "Tru?" Tru sat up with a start and looked over at Hermione's bed. "Hermione? What are you doing up?" she asked her friend. "I heard you get up. What's wrong?" Hermione asked walking to the side of Tru's bed. Tru sat up on her elbows and looked at her friend. "There's nothing wrong. I'm gonna be sixteen! What could be wrong?" she smiled reassuringly at Hermione.

Hermione smiled and laughed. "Yah. Well get some sleep. Tomorrow is certain to be a great day for you."