Tru was lying awake in the Hospital Wing, agony running through her veins. She longed to go to the Quidditch stadium as though nothing ever happened. She'd been crying, not from her misery, but from the sore joints on her body. Her father had noted that first transformations were always the most painful. And left a two week long aftermath. These two weeks of which she would have to spend sitting in the Hospital Wing.

And Madam Pomfrey was gone, so she couldn't heal her wounds. She had gone on vacation due to the fact that she was getting married, she had been replaced, for the time being, by her cousin, Nathan Pomfrey. The man was nice but had no common sense to do anything but administer potions and had no knowledge of healing charms.

He was a short and plump man with greying hair and dark, twinkling eyes. At the present time, he was sitting in Madam Pomfrey's office, out of sight at the moment. He had given Tru a potion that would supposedly make her sleep until the next morning. She had drank it, but was still awake. The hubbub in the hall told her that the match was nearing start. This made her sigh deeply and sadly. She promised Harry that she would be there. Since Ron had quit the team the previous year, he had always saved perfect seats for her, himself, and Hermione. But today, she supposed, only two seats would be saved.

"Well." she said. "I could always ask about it later." Thus silence was restored to the wing. Such a silence that Tru actually felt peaceful for the first time in the last 24 hours. There wasn't a sound besides Tru's unrythmic breathing. It was staggerous and uneven, due to the fact that her throat was sore from all of the howling and whimpering she'd done, which she wasn't exactly used to, 16 years of growing up and never doing it was all gone now. Because now even BREATHING was a pain in the ass.

Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours. Hours spun around her head as what seemed to be the potion had finally taken her to sleep.

Draco was flying around the Quidditch field in search of the snitch, keeping a close eye on Potter all the while. The air was cold and bit at his face with every swift swerve of his broom. He almost wished that he had dressed in triple or quadroople layers of robes. His nose was sniffly and his hands seemed to be attatched to his broom. But his eyes and the rest of his senses were eternally alert. He kept an even closer eye on the rest of the team. Gryffindor was in the lead and he knew that they'd be attacking Potter any moment. And his thoughts, as crazy as they were to him even, were determined to prevent that.

Eyes ever watchful, he continued to fly deep circles around the stadium. Nothing caught his eye at all for the longest time. He was beginning to become frustrated. He flew up next to Potter, catching him by surprise. "What do you want Malfoy?" Potter shouted from his broom. Draco remained silent, ever watchful. "Look, Potter, just let me win this match, it would cost you a lot to win it. Like a limb,"

"Are you threatening me Malfoy?"

"No, you don't seem to get my point-"

"Oh, no I get your point. Malfoy the git just wants to get his fame and glory as always, get away you slime!"

And with that, Potter flew off leaving Draco fuming. "He just DOESN'T let anything through does he? The thickhead..." he muttered turning his broom around to go the other direction. His thoughts were drifting when suddenly the crowd began to cheer from the Gryffindor section. Draco turned and saw Potter bolting to the right of him. Draco gasped and flew after him. He HAD to get that snitch. Not just for the game, but for Potter's own safety.

He urged his broom as much as he could but it wouldn't go any faster. The Slytherin side began cheering, making Draco feel sick with ego. He pushed and he pushed but his broom would just not give in. "Come on you piece of dung! GO FASTER!" He growled at it. But it was too late. The crowd roared in his ear as he saw Potter raise his right hand in triumph.

Now he'd done it. The whole of the Slytherin team was heading toward the front of him. They halted, hovering in midair before him. Draco knew what to do, he flew as fast as he could and..before the bludger hit Potter, he streaked in front of him, blocking it and getting the blow, making him fall from his broom to the ground. The last thing he heard was a sickening crack before passing out.

When Draco awoke, he found himself in the Hospital wing. A chubby little man hovered before him and he jumped, letting out a little yelp. "Who're you?" he spat making the man jump backward. "I am Sir Pomfrey, Madam Pomfrey is on holiday, she's getting married and won't be back till next month on the twentieth. And I'm sorry to tell you, you've broken your left leg, it should take about a month to heal."

Draco's eyes widened. "Can't...can't YOU heal it? With some sort of...CHARM?" he asked, panicking. "No, I'm afraid I'm not as skilled as Madam Pomfrey, I can only give you pain relieving potions till it heals. Until then, you will have to remain here. Your work will be brought to you by fellow students until time comes for you to get back on your feet. Now get some rest while I go and get yours and Miss Lupin's dinner."

Draco's head twitched. "Who?" but the man didn't answer, he left the wing leaving Draco alone...with...Draco looked over to the bed next to him and he jumped, making a pulsing pain go through his leg. There, asleep at the moment, was Tru Lupin. Her face was pale...was she dead? No...she was breathing. What happened to her? She looked awful...not like she didn't before but still...She looked as though she'd been drained of any energy.

He sat there staring at her for a long time, trying to wonder what had happened to her. He snorted. Why did he care what happened to HER? Wait. Didn't he say he was going to try and be nice to them from now on? He had proved that he was going to by taking the blow for Potter. "OW!" He held his leg. "This is what I get for being nice to them..." he muttered to himself. As he said this, Tru stirred. Draco froze, his eyes wide and locked on her tired body.

At that moment he knew she was probably going to be the only person to ever talk to her for a long time. Being that the Slytherins probably thought him a freak for saving a Gryffindor from a bludger in the face. Draco sighed. He might as well make the best of it. But should he wake her up?

"Hello?" He said softly in her direction. "Um..hello? Are you waking up? Because if you're not..I..I'll um..leave you to sleep...Lupin? LUPIN!" he shouted. Still no answer. He sighed and slumped back into the pillows. Great, goodness knew how long she'd be asleep, he didn't want to talk to that strange man who would be running the hospital while he was there. But oh well...He'd just have to wait until later to...

To do what? Suddenly talk to a girl he'd tormented and teased for 6 years? To suddenly say "Oh hello, I'm hurt too, wanna talk?" that would NEVER happen. This was going to take a considerable ammount of time. Goodness only knew how long she would be in here too. And who knew...maybe it would take the entirety of that time to even get her to talk like a civil human being to him.

This...Draco thought...Is gonna take some work...