A/N: Well….reviews help me write more, and since I have a project due Thursday on The Hobbit… I might have a huge writers block.

Disclaimer: Same as last chapter, it isn't mine.

Last chapter: "Well what happened?" Dumbledore queried.

"I was about to, uh…" Draco hesitated upon mentioning a date to him. He came to the decision that it would probably be better if he held nothing back and told the entire truth.

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"Well you see, I was about to take a shower because I was getting ready for a date, with Pansy, you know, from Slytherin, in 6th year. I noticed it was a little odd, because the bath was turned a bit, colored red a tad, but I thought they must be odd soap bubbles. I was focused mainly on the date and everything. There's blood on a few sinks, but I didn't expect it much and thought it might be lipstick or soap of some sort. Well, I got in the bath—"

"I thought you were there to shower?" Dumbledore interrupted.

"Well yes,"

he continued slightly nervous at being interrupted,

"I was, but once I saw a bath prepared already, I only thought it more convenient and relaxing for my nerves."

"Ahhh, yes, I see. Continue on then," Dumbledore said simply.

He eyed Dumbledore with a look of a small distrust before continuing.

"I got in the tub and felt something was wrong. I just excused it as being warm water and cold air mixing and got in. Then when I felt something touch my—"

He hesitated slightly before continuing with a different body part,

"—leg, and I dove underwater and found her. I thought it better if I took her to you and thought you might know what to do. So now I'm…here…"

He finished lamely.

Dumbledore glanced upwards since his gaze had been directed towards a large stone basin with markings on the edge with silvery liquid light frothing around inside of it.

"Well it would be best if we appointed Ms. Granger into Madame Pomfrey's charge until further notice, you agree, do you not?"

Draco shook his head slowly with a hint of distrust still in his gaze. Dumbledore flicked his wand and Hermione was immediately covered in something less revealing and warmer than a towel. Another flick and she was being levitated down the stairs with Dumbledore and Draco in her wake.

The hospital wing was in a flurry once Madame Pomfrey had been awakened. Draco was sent to round up all of the teachers, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter.

"Get up Potter!"

Harry's eyes flicked at the familiar cold sneering voice of Draco Malfoy. He nearly jumped out of his skins when he saw who was standing just over his bed in only a black shirt and blue sleeping pants.

"What's wrong? Why are you in here? Who—"

"Your girlfriends been hurt Potty, the headmaster wants you and Weaslebey."

A million thoughts flew threw Harry's mind but he did the one thing that made sense to him besides punching Malfoy as hard as he could.

"Ron!" he yelled as he threw a heavy pillow at the curtains of Ron's four poster bed.

Ron peeked out rather sooner than Harry had expected as Ron was such a deep sleeper and hated to be wakened.

"Yea?" he answered weakly, as though expecting something.

"'Mione's been hurt, hospital wing, come on."

Ron looked neither confused or sad, but frightened.

Neither of the other two boys seemed to take much notice in the emotions in Ron's eyes. Draco quickly descended the stairs and waited for Ron and Harry at the portrait hole. A few minutes later Harry and Ron appeared giving each other meaningful looks that only confused Draco more.

"If you're thinking I touched the Mudblood, you're sadly mistaken." Draco snarled at another of their looks.

Ron's eyes filled with another emotion, of almost laughter, as if it was humorous to think as much, but answered fiercely with

"That's exactly what we were thinking Ferret boy."

Harry exchanged another glance with Ron and then the three boys took off down to the hospital wing.