A/N: Merry Christmas to you all! Now, here is Ch. 32 for you.

batbones- Come visit Russia sometime and you'll have that snowball fight… if you don't freeze in a blizzard first. Ha… I remember some of the snowball fights my brothers and I had… oi… so many memories.

ErikandChristine- I use a translator. SJCforever is the one that knows French… so she edits my stuff sometimes.

Oh, everyone… SJCforever will have the first chapter up really soon. Well… since she doesn't have access to a computer I'll be updating for her whenever she comes to visit from L.A. (her school's there. I so wanna go to Whitney High). Ok, the story will be called: Harry Potter and the Last Battle… I think?

chanchi76- Um… hmm… I think I know who you are. And if you are right then I'll let her know that 'this is pony'.

Everyone enjoy this chapter.

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Next morning, Jacqueline woke up and couldn't understand where she was and how she got there. She looked at the black silk sheets and then at the burning fireplace. She saw the portrait of Draco above it and realized she must be in his room.

Why though?

She tried to sit up, but found she was too weak and her whole back aced. She remembered the events of the day before. She looked to her right and saw Draco there. His head was resting on one of his arms and in his hand was a quill; he was asleep. She noticed a bowl to her right. Jacqui smiled to herself as to what he had done for her. She closed her eyes and fell back into a light sleep.

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Jacqueline woke up to a sound of water running. She opened her eyes and moments later, Draco walked out of the bathroom. He saw her looking at him and immediately went to the bedside.

"How're you feeling?" he asked softly.

"Hmm, not bad. Very weak and my back is killing me."

"Well you were crushed by a ton of ice," he reminded her. He felt her forehead, "Good, no fever. I remember the last time we were in a snowball fight, you were sick for weeks."

Jacqueline laughed softly.

"I had asked to have breakfast sent up here," he said and then sneezed.

"Bless you," said Jacqueline, startled. "You got sick, didn't you?"

"Don't mind that," said Draco quickly. "You rest."

"No problem," she said, and slowly turned onto her right side, "I love your bed."

He looked at her and smirked with amusement; he then sat behind the desk again.

Jacqueline watched him for some time and then asked, "What'd you get for your assignment in Skarelli's?"

Draco looked at her and then handed her a piece of parchment.

Genre: romance

Audience: Should affect everyone.

Composed by self or someone else: by self

Species that composed (if someone else): N/A

Song or music: Song

Length limit: No limit

Language: Any

Duet: No

Jacqueline burst out laughing. Draco yanked the assignment away from her.

"Sorry," said Jacqueline, calming.

"Right."

"How much do you have finished?"

"Not much, just the first few verses."

"Can I see?" asked Jacqueline.

Draco stared at her for a moment and then said, "No."

Jacqueline pretended to pout.

"What's that? It won't do anything you know," said Draco.

They then heard a pop. A House elf appeared with two trays. Draco took them from it and the House elf disappeared. Draco placed his tray on the desk. He then helped Jacqueline sit up. It was a hard task. She was really sore and it took a long time for her to get situated.

"This looks wonderful!" she exclaimed, not having eaten since last morning. Draco took his seat and began to eat.

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"If he has done something to her… I'll…" said Ron.

"Relax, Ron," said Hermione, but she was uneasy herself.

The trio hadn't seen Jacqueline or Draco since yesterday's incident.

"You better be right about us trusting him," said Ron.

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"Jacqueline?" called Draco, reentering his room. The bed was empty.

"I'm here," she said.

Draco looked over to the window and saw Jacqueline lying on her stomach on the couch, looking outside at the magnificent view.

"You can walk?"

"Barely, but I needed to get up and stretch."

"I see," he smirked and sat by her. "How's your back?"

"Still sore," she answered, her eyes still transfixed on the view. She then felt his hands slowly rub her shoulders. Her eyes closed as she felt herself relax under his touch.

"Better?" she heard him say.

She nodded softly.

"Good."

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"Hermione, I'm about to go and raid the Slytherin Common Room," said Ron at lunch, looking at Malfoy's vacant spot.

"Just wait until dinner," said Hermione.

"She better be alright."

"Hermione, do you think she's alright?" asked Harry quietly.

Hermione shook her head, "I don't know."

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Towards six o'clock in the afternoon, Draco and Jacqueline walked out to the Slytherin Common Room. They received stares from everyone. Jacqueline and Draco slowly made their way across the room, due to Jacqueline's inability to move well.

"We're here," said Jacqui as she and Draco appeared in front of the Fat Lady.

"Jacqueline," said the trio, who were walking out of Gryffindor Tower, ready to go down and raid the dungeons.

"Malfoy," said Harry, coolly.

"Potter."

"We're going to dinner, coming with us?" said Harry.

"No, I already ate," said Jacqueline.

Harry nodded and glanced at Malfoy.

Jacqueline turned to Draco and said, "Merci, monsieur. Jusqu'à ce que nous nous réunissions encore." (trans. Thank you, monsieur. Until we meet again.)

Draco nodded in return. The portrait closed on her and he was left with the trio. The four of them descended down the hall without a word. Draco suddenly sneezed.

"Bless you," whispered Hermione.

Draco turned to look at her, but didn't say anything. Only then did the trio notice that he had dark circles underneath his eyes and overall he looked tired. At the Great Hall they parted and the trio had the freedom to speak freely.

"He got sick," smirked Ron.

"Are you happy Ronald?" snapped Hermione.

Ron didn't answer.

"You are, aren't you? He just did the first unselfish thing we ever saw and you are happy he got sick? Shame on you," said Hermione.

Ron looked to Harry, but the other said, "I agree with Hermione. He did take care of her and returned her to us."

Ron mumbled something about them being right