Remus sat at the high table that day, poking at his food like it was rubber and was for mere enjoyment of watching it wiggle. He kept looking over at Ellina and Snape, talking feverishly and laughing harder than anything into their plates. Jealousy arose in him occasionally but he found it to not matter as much. He looked down at Tru. She recovered faster than he thought she would. Her normal energy was back and she was acting as though nothing had ever happened. But in two weeks time she would have to go through it again. And then four weeks after that. And so on and so forth.

She was laughing and joking with her friends like she always did. He remembered when she was a child. That little face would always light up his day, even after a full moon. He smiled and then jumped hearing voice beside him. "Good afternoon Professor Lupin." Ellina was standing next to him with her plate almost emptied completely. "Oh..hello Miss McGonnagall. How are you feeling today?" he asked her smiling and, without noticing it, leaning his elbow into some dressing next to his chicken.

"I'm doing quite all right sir, but I was wondering if you wanted my lunch, I'm afraid I'm not too hungry and Professor Snape keeps refusing it saying that you might want it, he said you would be fond of it."

Remus' eyes widened and he looked over at Snape, who smirked. Remus glared then turned back to Ellina, smiling. "Well sure, I may not show it but I am rather hungry." So Ellina scraped her chicken and mashed squash onto his plate with a smile. Remus couldn't help but stare at her beautiful smile. How radiant she was. "Um, Miss McGonnagall.." he said before she walked off.

Ellina turned around looking at him questioningly. "I was wondering, I'm going on a walk around the grounds later, would you mind coming along, just to get accquainted a bit more?" Remus' heart was pumping louder than a battle drum, he was sure the whole hall could hear it. Ellina smiled, she honestly seemed glad that he had asked her to take a walk with him. "Yes Professor, I would much like that. What time?" Remus was honestly shocked that she had said yes. He felt like a teenage boy again. "Oh around...5 oclock, meet me in the entrance hall. That's always a good place."

Ellina smiled. "Five it is." "Thank you Miss McGonnagall." Remus breathed. "Please Remus," she said. "Call me Ellina. Everyone else is." she turned and walked back to her seat after giving him a small wave. She sat back down next to Snape and smiled over at him. Remus couldn't help but feel goosebumps rising over every inch of him. He sincerely felt as though he was just asking her to a school dance. She hadn't even been there for more than eight days now and he already had a small fancy towards her.

For the rest of the lunch period, Remus ate his food like a gentleman, happily staring off into space, just thinking of happy times.

Draco was tossing a ball up in the air in the Hospital wing. He was certainly rather bored. Nothing had ever phased him like this simple rubber ball when he was bored before. Things were certainly quiet now that Tru had left. There was a small Gryffindor first year in a bed way at the other end of the wing asleep because she had tripped in the hall and fell straight into a ghost and had given her a small cold that wouldn't last very long.

He sighed as he stared around. The bed next to him, eerily quiet. The feeling that he had had for only half a week still floating deep inside of his chest whenever he thought about her. He didn't know exactly what it was. But whatever it was, was causing him to smile more than he ever had in his entire life.

But his happy thoughts were interrupted by Pansy and the boy, known as Gregory Berns, walked in and stopped at the edge of his bed. He glared evily at them and dropped the ball on the table by his bed. "What the hell do you two want?" under his blankets, he wrapped his fingers around his wand in cautious preperation. "WE," said Pansy. "Want an explanation for your...absolutely REPULSIVE behavior."

Draco sneered. "I don't need to explain to the likes of you." Gregory laughed. "You're acting like a pathetic Gryffindor. What kind of Slytherin pride is that?"

"Well maybe I'm NOT proud to be in Slytherin anymore."

Pansy and Gregory stared. Their eyes showing the most threatening gaze he had ever seen.

"Oh your father won't like that Draco." Pansy hissed. "He might find it enlightening enough to escape from Azkaban and teach you some REAL manners."

"My FATHER, as you put him, is nothing more than scum. If you two want to prance around commiting murders to innocent people fine. But leave me out of it. Maybe it's time you got to know who I really am instead of the accursed mask of money and popularity you knew me for. The only part of Slytherin I will ever have is the GUTS to just curse you right here on the spot."

He pulled out his wand and pointed it straight between each of their eyes. They're faces never changed, but he did notice both of them twitch slightly. "Oh what has gotten INTO you? Are you starting to have feeling towards mudbloods or something? You disgust me!" Gregory spit onto Draco's blanket. Draco's blood boiled he was sick of it. So sick he actually jumped up onto his broken leg. Pain seared the injured limb, but he stood fast. "Get the HELL out of this hospital wing or I will curse you to the day your grandfather was born." He growled under his breath. He had HAD it. He was sick of their taunts against him, not only because of his ego, but there was something else stirring inside of him. Not just pain and intolerance, but that feeling again...the one that usually made him smile...it was now giving him a courage to face his former friends because of their harsh words.

"You are WEAK Draco. You're defending the wrong people."

"WHO ARE YOU TO SAY THAT THEY ARE THE WRONG PEOPLE...they're no different than you and I."

"But they don't want what we can have." Pansy said slowly making her way toward him. Draco straightened his arm pointing his wand straight at her face. "I will do it. Don't think that I won't,Pansy. I do not care if you think of me as weak, because in truth YOU are the weak ones, you want to follow someone JUST as weak. Someone who kills others just to gain power in his tread of disgusting reigns of terror. There is no greater sign of being weak than sinking so low as to murder and think you are great. There is NO greater sign of being weak than even that, to follow something that low. You are the one who is disgusting Pansy. You ALL are. And if it were up to me I would get out of that accursed house of yours. You think IM the weak one...why don't you just TRY me?"

Pansy backed away from him, bearing her teeth and revealing her wand, Gregory followed suit. They pointed their wands at him. "Fine. You want it that way, we'll have you in here until the day you die."

Draco hissed under his breath and kept himself steadfast and confident. This was the LAST straw he was EVER going to take. The hatred boiling in his veins was hardly bearable. His arm began to shake as his wand pointed so determined upon their hideous bodies.

Pansy moved forward and shouted "FLIPENDO!"

Draco reacted quickly "EXPELLIARMUS!" knocking it right back at the both of them, knocking them backward. He moved forward, stumbling occasionally and pointed his wand down at them. "Get the HELL out of this wing...or you will see what strength I do have that you do NOT. And you will NEVER have."

Glaring, Gregory and Pansy marched right toward the door. But Pansy stopped and turned back to look at him. "Mark my words Draco, someday, your horrible turn of consience will turn against you. You ARE the weak one. And I know you know that Slytherins won't tolerate you. You are not welcome in our house. Because you ARE weak. Defending scum like them. One day Draco, one day. You will regret this." And she turned to leave. She left him standing there fuming. Finally he couldn't take the pain in his leg and he hopped back to his bed.

He layed there for the longest time breathing deeply and holding his leg, trying to massage through the cast that bound it to make it heal.

They're wrong. They're the weak ones. They'll see.