Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you

I'm not angry all the time
You push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you

Draco sat looking out of the window of the hospital wing. When Granger left the night before he'd almost called her back, just for someone to talk to. She said she'd be back tonight but he didn't know about that.

"Malfoy?" she did come.

He turned slightly and glanced to his bed, where she stood, looking around. Draco got tired of lying down and was now sitting by the window, partially hidden by a divider. He looked down at her hands and found them empty, no cookies today, it seemed.

"Malfoy?" she called again, turning in a circle.

"Why are you here?" he asked, pushing the divider to one side so she could see him. "Where are the cookies?" he asked again, not giving her the time to answer the first question.

"My mum has to work. She has better things to do then make two tins of cookies." She answered, rolling her eyes.

"Why would your mother work?" Draco asked, truly curious.

"It's what muggles do, both parent's work most times." She explained, blushing a bit.

"Your father isn't ashamed for making so little money that his wife has to work?" he asked again.

"You really do get it naturally." She muttered, glaring at him.

"Get what, Good looks? Yes I come by them naturally." He answered, smiling a bit.

"No, being an insensitive jerk." She snapped at him, the smile he had formed disappearing.

"I'm not insensitive. I let you sit on my bloody bed yesterday." He countered.
"Why did I even come here?" she asked, not to him but because he was there he answered.

"Because you can't stay away from my charming good look's and you wanted an intelligent conversation with some one under the age of 30." He explained simply.

"Don't be so full of yourself. I was coming to give you your mail." She answered, pointing to the table beside his bed.

"You didn't have anything your hand when you came in here." He stated, one eyebrow lifting in silent question.

"I had them in my hand when I walked in." she defended, picking up the said letters and throwing them at him.

"That was mature of you, Granger." He smirked, watching as the last letter fluttered to the floor and rested face down. Parkinson. "You didn't read them did you?" he asked, knowing full well she didn't.

"Why would I bother reading something that was written to you? I don't talk about Quidditch, sex, murder, pain, drugs, cheating, blood, gore, blood sacrifices, worshipping the slimy excuse of a wizard Vold…."

"Enough! What makes you think I talk about that kind of stuff?" he asked, almost offended but ultimately happy that some people thought of him that way.

"Well, yes." She answered after a slight hesitation.

"You forgot torturing defenseless house-elves with the threat of clothing. I also torture little children and then steal their candy when the start crying." Draco explained with a smirk plastered on his face. "maybe you should get to know someone before you start making assumptions."

"are you saying I'm wrong about everything I just said?" she asked, her chin shooting up.

"no, but you're not right about everything either."

"there are your bloody letters, Malfoy. Have fun reading. I didn't open them but one of them is from Azkaban." She said before leaving.

Draco looked down at the pile of letters again a sighed. His father wrote to him. Bending down he got the letter marked AZKABAN and opened it. It wasn't from his father.

'Draco Malfoy,
You are receiving this letter to inform you that your father, Lucius Malfoy, has been tried and convicted of murder. He is sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss, scheduled to take place on September 15. The date give you enough time to get all of the future arrangements in order with your father. I am sorry for your loss.

AZKABAN official'

Draco stared at the letter for hours after first reading it. The tenth was a Monday, giving him over a week to get affairs at home in order. He tried to get the feeling of happiness out of his system but it wouldn't leave. His was sentenced to the Kiss, he should be depressed, but found it hard to feel emotions his father never showed him. His mother had but he refused to give his father anything his mother had given him.

"I miss you mom." he whispered almost silently. "You shouldn't have left."

"She didn't leave you on purpose, Draco." he heard from behind him.

"Godfather." he addressed the older man.

"Draco, you must understand that. She didn't leave you because she had a choice, your father took that right from her. You can't blame anyone but your father."

"Have you heard?" Draco asked, throwing the letter at him.

Draco watched the face of his potion's professor, looking for any sign of emotion. He was disappointed when the letter was returned to him without so much as an eye bulge.

"I'm not very surprised, son. He was a horrible wizard." Snape explained.

"I can't stand being in this hospital wing." he said to change the subject.

"Draco, you have to talk about it." his Godfather stressed to him.

"When can I go back to my common room?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't get an answer while knowing it would also derail the conversation.

"I haven't seen you use this tactic since you were young." he heard the older man comment.

"Where is the bloody nurse?" he asked, going to the uncomfortable bed and laying down.

"She's in her office, with a silence spell put on it. It seem's you tried her nerves the last time you were in here and she's not going to take your whining. She's only coming out to give you medicine." Snap explained.

"I've never seen her."

"You've been asleep every time she's been in." he heard, all though he pretended not to. "I'll talk to her about it, Draco. For now get some rest, you'll need it for the day's to come."

Draco closed his eyes as he heard the door close and opened them again when he heard nothing but his own breathing. He knew he'd have to talk about what happened but he didn't have to do it now. To be honest the only thing on his mind right now was when the next box of cookies would make an appearance on his bed side table.