The next morning Draco woke up with a throbbing headache. Whoa, must have been at one heck of a party last night. My head feels like shit. Hmm… I wonder if I brought anyone back. Draco opened his eyes; the room was definitely way too bright. Where am I? He looked to his right and saw Madam Pomphrey.

Wait…MADAM POMPHREY! I BANGED MADAM POMPHREY! Draco's breathing started coming in short gasps.

"Mr. Malfoy, take deep breaths! What has gotten into you! You shouldn't be exerting yourself so much!"

Draco slowed his breathing to almost normal, but his heart was beating so fast, he thought it would burst through his chest.

"Listen Madam Pomphrey, I don't know what we did yesterday, but it was only a one time thing. There must have been liquor because I assure you I would never do something like…this if I were in my usual frame of mind. Now if its money you want…."

He slowly trailed off as he realized the nurse was looking at him with the oddest expression.

"Oh my. You must have hit your head harder than I thought. I have no idea what you are talking about. Perhaps you should lay down."

"What do you mean I hit my…oh. OH! GRANGER!" Recognition dawned in his features as he remembered the previous morning and what had transpired. He threw back the covers of the starched white bed and was about to go on a rampage when Madam Pomphrey grabbed his ear.

"OWW! Let go you bleedin' wench!"

Madam Pomphrey struggled not to bonk the insolent child on top of his insolent head. "Mr. Malfoy! What are you going on about? You obviously are not in your right mind. See, Miss Granger saved you. Don't you remember?"

Draco snarled ferociously, "Oh I remember alright. Where is that sniveling little Mudblo-

"Mr. Malfoy! Unless you want me to bind you to your bed, I suggest you contain yourself."

Draco shuddered as he recalled what he thought he and Madam Pomphrey had done last night. Her suggestion did not help take the image out of his mind.

He sat back on the bed reluctantly, and was immediately attacked by Madam Pomphrey, shoving liquids down his throat.

"What the- bloody hell." Then Draco knew no more. His last conscious thought was of getting back at Granger, someway or another.

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Hermione groaned inwardly for what felt like the thousandth time. History of Magic was so freaking boring. Yes, even know-it-all Granger was struggling to stay awake. Malfoy had been unconscious the whole night and she had overheard some Slytherins talking about how he had finally come to that morning.

Wonderful. She thought dejectedly. Hopefully she gave him sedatives. Maybe the collision made him not right in the head…if he ever was right in the head. Hermione snickered aloud at her wit. Curious heads turned in her direction and she just glared. Mind your own business you nosy ass jockeys.

Suddenly a 5th year Hufflepuff walked into the room. Professor Binns didn't even notice and went on with his lecture. Hermione tuned in just in time to hear, "…goblins reproduction differed in the way they used various twigs to better the feeling of

euphoria …" Eww. That's about enough of that.

The Hufflepuff stopped waiting for the teacher's attention and said, "Hermione Granger, Madam Pomphrey would like to see you straight away."

Here it comes.

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Draco was currently bored out of his mind. He had tried switching the potion dosage for a little 1st year that had broken an arm and that had only resulted in the kid going into a coma. Well, that's no fun. Draco thought disappointedly, as the young boys face went slack and he collapsed on the floor. He was hoping for something more along the lines of strange growths.

Madam Pomphrey had a fit, interrogating Draco on what had happened, at which he just shrugged and said, "He's a first year so why does it matter?" Apparently it did matter to Madam Pomphrey.

All the sudden the doors to the Infirmary banged open. A rather put-down looking Granger looked gloomily at him. Immediately his blood began to boil.

Madam Pomphrey merely said, rather distractedly, "Oh Miss Granger. There you are. Mr. Malfoy has been asking for you all day. I didn't know the two of you had become friends." At this Hermione laughed weakly. Continuing, the nurse declared, "I should tell the Headmaster about this. I'm sure he would be quite tickled."

Yeah right. Draco thought. The senile bastard would have a heart attack.

In a secluded area at the opposite end of the infirmary, there came a rather piercing scream and Madam Pomphrey instantly left Hermione and Draco's side to attend to the child. Just the moment Draco had been waiting for.

"Oh Mud Blood," Here Draco spoke in a high voice, " I'd love to thank you for saving my life! You're so sweet and nice! Actually," Draco reverted back to his usual drawl,

" Thanks for knocking me on the head, practically drowning me in the tub, not leaving me there to die, and then lying to Madam Pomphrey to save your own neck. Thank you so very much." He finished sarcastically.

Hermione said meekly, " Note the 'not leaving you to die' bit."

Malfoy laughed bitterly. "I wish you had. My neck feels like a hippogriff went into labor on it."

"Interesting that you use the word hippogriff. Reference to the 'oh-so-life threatening' injury in third year." Hermione was now getting a little pissed that he wasn't giving her any credit.

Smirking he replied, " I was obviously trying to get the great oaf fired. Which he wasn't. And get a little sympathy. Which I did. From Pansy."

Hermione just grimaced. "Hey, it's not fair for you to act all bitchy when one; you started it. Two; you would have left ME to die. And three; my lying saved both our 'necks.' If they would have known you were going to hurtme, we both would have gotten into trouble."

"Don't flatter yourself Granger. I wasn't going to hurt you."

She huffed in annoyance, "Fine. Inflict bodily harm then."

Draco looked thoughtful, "Well, that may have been a possibility."

"Whatever. The point is that's the story and we're sticking to it."

"Since when do I do what you say? What makes you think I won't turn the story completely around and make it seem like your completely to blame. Which you are." He added as an afterthought.

"Since Dumbledore likes me better, you wouldn't want to seem like you were beaten up by a girl, and I could push my finger really into head and rupture your brain?" Hermione finished logically.

Draco did not look thrilled. "Alright fine. I'm not agreeing because I am in anyway saying you are correct with your assumptions but simply because my head hurts and your shrill voice is giving me a headache. But I get to make up how I got into the tub and became unconscious."

"Alright, its your head." Hermione tried very hard not to look to pleased with herself. She swept out of the Hospital Wing with a slight billowing in her robes, making her look very similar to Professor Snape.

Draco just muttered a 'blimey,' and chugged some Sleeping Potion. Tomorrow will be hellish.

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Yes, I know it was totally short and I suck. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say thanks for your reviews. Feel free to leave some more. And then go under different names and leave a bit more. Hehe.