Shocked into a dazed state, I did the only thing I could think of to do… faint.

……

I woke up to the blank cold stone ceiling staring down at me, and a wet stickiness surrounding me.

Figures, I thought, did I even expect someone to find me?... or much less worry about me? Of course not.

Just then I heard the door open, and footsteps getting louder as they came closer. I just stayed still, maybe whoever it is won't notice me…

I fixed my eyes on a spot on the ceiling and became determined not to blink. But, as my luck would have it, the dratted annoyance of a person noticed that I was there. As I lay there a pale face entered my view and I blinked. Damn.

"What are you doing?" the pale face asked, I couldn't quite see who it was, my vision was foggy, but I recognized the voice.

I remained silent wanting to maintain my nonexistent status, but the bloody git wouldn't just ignore me, "-ahem- I believe I asked you a question my little weaslette."

His little weaslette?

"What do you think I'm doing, Malfoy?" I guessed at the person… who else was that pale and called me weaslette.

"Ummm…." He just stood there, he looked a little nervous, a new look for him.

I must have been a sight; I had fallen from the platform next to the window when I fainted. There must have been blood or significant bruising on my face and body, I couldn't really tell where it might be though, I hurt everywhere.

"Why are you still here?" I asked coldly, still staring at the same spot that used to be where the ceiling was.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, still nervous……curious.

"Are you sure you care?" I wondered when I stopped being afraid of Malfoy and started treating him like the scum he was. Then again, I thought, if he's scum… why is he still here?.

"Hey, I was just being nice okay?" he said, regaining his aristocratic confidence.

"Why?"

"Well what else am I supposed to do with a girl who is laying, not moving and in a pool of blood, in my thinking space." He said with the tiniest amount of defensiveness.

So that's what the stickiness was, "Thinking space, Malfoy?" I sneered.

"Yes Weaslette, even I, Draco Malfoy, need some time away from people like you once in a while to ponder things… and now, you've stained the place where I do it!" he said with his usual conceitedness.

"My deepest apologies for staining your –ahem- thinking space, your royal ferret. Next time I decide to black out, I'll be sure to aim for someone else's thinking space." I said rolling my eyes.

"Thank you for your compliance," he said with mock approval --I giggled… he made me giggle-- , "now, are you going to get out of my now tarnished space, or am I going to have to continue to look down upon you?...then again that isn't much of a change now is it?"

"Ooo, clever Malfoy, were you just bashing my height or my wallet that time? And no, I prefer to remain here" I said still not looking him in the eye.

"Fine, I'll leave… but when you're finished bleeding, clean up!" Malfoy smirked the infamous Malfoy smirk and elegantly swept out of the room.

……

Now that Malfoy had left I continued to lay on the floor in my own blood, unhindered by the fact that my head was continuously bleeding.

How was I able to partake in witty banter with Malfoy while having such injuries? …I guess pain doesn't really bother me anymore –sigh-.

I lay there thinking about the giggle that Malfoy had invoked. I don't giggle, I used to, but not anymore! And especially not at anything Draco Malfoy said! What's getting into me?

And then I blacked out again.

……..

Little did I know, at the moment, that Malfoy dearest had waited just outside for me to pass out again, (it was obvious that I was going to with the blood loss) and had swung me over his shoulder, cursing at the blood stains left on his overly expensive robes, and carried me to the hospital wing.

I woke up from an unintentional slumber for the second time that day, except that this time I was met by blindingly bright white walls and ceiling. And instead of sticky wetness surrounding me, I lay in a pool of lush sheets as white and just as painful to the eye as the walls. Although I have a slight suspicion that the pain in my eyes and head was not from the bright white but from the injury I had acquired.

Damn, I thought, I thought that maybe this time was it, that this time I would finally die. Bloody hospital wing! Bloody Madame Pomphrey. Bloody … whoever brought me here!

Speak of the devil, just then Madame Pomphrey bustled in to view with bandages to replace the ones that already occupied my head area. She efficiently did her job without speaking, she then said hurriedly in her whispery voice, "You should thank that Malfoy boy, you could've died!"

FUCK YOU MALFOY!

She bustled off again and I lay there staring at the ceiling willing the head to start bleeding again so that I might have a chance once again at death, but it didn't…damn head.

A/N: remember, she's not suicidal… she just wants to die. haha, so if yo liked it comment! if you didnt like it comment and tell me what im doin wrong... either way... just comment! thankyou and goodnight!haha, so if yo liked it comment! if you didnt like it comment and tell me what im doin wrong... either way... just comment! thankyou and goodnight!