Snape laid back into his chair. He clasped his hands together and his fingers entwined. He closed his eyes slowly and opened them again. He was perfectly satisfied. His scheme worked exceptionally well.

He had planned the entire happening without Draco knowing; of course it was true that Draco felt the way he felt……but having this fight so close where they thought Potter was situated……that was Snape's master mind at work.

If everything went well; Potter would have found Draco and taken him back. Snape did not understand the way Potter's mind worked, but he presumed that Potter would take Draco back with him because Potter has a; well-known-saving-fetish. Then slowly Potter and his friends would realize that Draco is not evil but a pathetic pile of scared-shitless gue. So Draco would hopefully grow to become their friend, and Potter will keep him close. Eventually, in a matter of time, Snape will put Draco under the imperius curse…..then Snape could have full insight of what is happening at the Potter club…... Genius, pure genius.

He smirked the slyest smirk ever existent to man kind.

Ow, Lord Voldemort was going to kiss his fancy feet.

Probably not…..but still, he is going to be terribly grateful when Snape comes running with all of Potter's little secrets…….

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Malfoy was dead, he was sure of it. The world he was in was blurry and bright. Sounds and thoughts flowed into his mind and simply out again. He could not move, or make any sound. He wasn't even sure if his eyes were open or closed. He figured he was in heaven because he swore that an angelic stature just appeared in front of him. Equally unfocused as the rest, but still he could make out a small female body and a soft voice saying: Wake up.

But why would he be in heaven? After everything he has done, he was sure he would deserve to be in the depths of hell, running around with Hades and stealing fire whiskey from the devil.

He had no time to ponder about that, because before he knew it, everything went black again.

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Tonks sat down by the table. She looked tired. Working 12 hours over delirious Malfoy was not exactly the best thing for your looks. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was stuck up, and her face glistened with sweat.

"So?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Harry, he will live…..but he will need constant care for the following 48 hours…." Tonks started wearily.

Harry let out a sigh of relieve.

"Madam Pompfrey is supposed to have a shift at Mungo's, so she is leaving. Mad-eye, Remus and I have to do under cover work for the order. Arthur and Molly are going back to the burrow to help Bill and Fleur….so that leaves you four….alone in the house…..and you have to take care of Malfoy." Tonks continued anxiously.

"Oh, that's just excellent." Ron muttered under his breath.

"Whatta?" Ginny asked, ignoring Ron's clearly sarcastic remark.

"You will have to watch him the entire weekend long, day and night. Also, you have to clean the wound, and you have to rub some salve onto it."

"Hell no! I'm not touching Malfoy's chest!" Ginny and Ron exclaimed simultaneously.

"Urg, babies." Hermione muttered. "Fine, I'll do that."

"NO! HERMIONE! I'm not letting you any where near his bare chest!" Ron cried in anguish, standing up and making swooshing hand motions to express his point.

"Well, then I suppose that means you will have to do it then." Hermione sniffed.

"Uhhhh…..No thanks…"

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Rub the yellow salve onto his chest every 2 hours. Clean his wound every 5 hours. Make sure he does not get over heated. Make sure he does not over exert himself. Don't let Harry anywhere near him, he was not exactly in a peachy mood when he discovered he was in Harry's home……and…..uhhh…be nice to him…please?" Lupin begged Hermione and Ginny that evening before leaving.

He was the last one there, the others already went away for their appointments. He of course needed to be fully sure that Malfoy would not be killed during the weekend….though it was not an unlikely thought, with the foul temper of the boy.

Ginny and Hermione nodded politely, then literally shoved him out of the door.

"PARTAY!" Ginny exclaimed when the door shut, Jumping up and down.

Hermione shot Ginny a disapproving look, so Ginny stopped her dancing and slumped forward. "Well what do you propose we do then?" she moaned.

"Do what Lupin requests us to do." Hermione replied snottily.

"Ug Hermione, I sometimes wish you liked fun." Ginny garbled.

"I do, but Malfoy's life is important."

"Oh right." Ginny replied sarcastically.

"No really!" Hermione cried.

"If we don't take care of him in the right way…he dies!" she added, trying to shock Ginny but failing miserably.

Ginny looked skeptical, "All the more reason to ignore him."

"Fine, be that way. I'll just take care of him on me own." Hermione sighed, slowly starting to walk up the stairs.

"No Hermione! Come back! Wait! I'm not done arguing with you! Please, entertainment, come back!" Ginny pleaded the walking away Hermione, realizing she had no one to annoy anymore.

"Okay! I'll help you!" she finally exclaimed to the stairs.

Hermione stopped and turned around, "Good, now come along."

Together the girls walked up the stairs to Malfoy's room. Hermione wearily pushed the door open and held it open for Ginny.

She let go of the door and twisted to the bed.

Ginny turned to Hermione with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"He's gone." She whispered.

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Thankyou for the reviews, the good ones and bad ones. The good ones just made me feel ecstatic, and the bad ones made me realize what I did wrong so….GO YOU!

Yay! Updated:D

Wah! No more holiday:'(

Oh! Got into my first bitch fight yesterday:o

I had milkshake thrown over my head because I called the random bitch a hooker, while she was calling my close friend a man. Luckily, you can wash the milkshake out of your hair, and out of your brand new t-shirt. Though I didn't get the worst of it, they just started spitting (tuffen) on Kristen for no apparent reason besides that she refused to agree that she looked like a man. Strange ay?