I woke up in a bed, dazed and unsure of where I were. I had a sharp pain in my ribs and my head was pounding. Then the memories came flooding back. Tear stung my eyes.

"You're awake." A familiar voice said softly.

"How long have I been out?" I asked the platinum blonde boy sitting beside my bed. I refused to let the tears come out. There was no way Draco Malfoy was going to see me crying.

"About six hours. It's about nine now." Malfoy answered.

I had never heard him speak so softly to me.

"Why are you here?" Me asked suddenly suspicious.

"Because Madame Pomphrey has a lot to attend to at the moment. I was walking through and she asked me to keep an eye on you." He responded coolly. The softness was gone.

"Oh." I said trying not to sound disappointed.

Why am I disappointed?

Draco's POV

I decided to get rid of Pansy and follow after Violette. I fed her some lie about needing space. I don't really know why. Well I guess I sort of do.

Flashback A young platinum blonde boy walked through the halls. It was about nine o'clock and the hall he was in was deserted and then two boys turned the corner. They appeared to be seventh years. The blonde boy recognized the Slytherin robes they were wearing. The little boy puffed up his chest and smirked. The seventh years were big ape-like me.

"Aaw what's the little boy doing out past bed time?" One of the older boys said.

"I am not a little boy, I am a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He sneered.

"Well Malfoy, you should be in bed." The other one said.

"Curfew isn't until ten." Draco said. "Ten is awfully late for a little boy." The other boy teased.

"I am not little!" He snarled. "Stop calling me that!"

"And what if we don't?" One of the boys asked.

"Yeah what are you going to do?" The second one taunted.

"I'll, I'll..." Draco started. "You'll what?" The boys towered over them. They began to push him around.

"I'm warning you." Draco yelled threateningly. "Once my father finds out-"

"Aaw. Going to run to Daddy?" That's when the beating began. Draco tried hard not to cry. he didn't notice somebody watching.

"Hey!" A little girl's voice vibrated through the hall. The boys looked up. The girl had long black locks and her cheeks were sprinkled lightly with freckles. Anger filled her forest green eyes. "Get off of him or I'll curse you!" She said pulling out her wand.

"Ha." One of the seventh year said. "What could a little girl like you manage.

"Stupefy!" She yelled and her curse hit the boy hard. The other boy snarled and turned away bringing his friend with him. The little girl walked over to Draco who was lying on the floor in pain. She offered him her hand.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly.

"Get away from me!" He slapped her hand away. "I could have handled it myself."

"But I was just trying to help." She looked confused. "I don't need your help." He sneered. "Malfoy's don't need help."

Her eyes grew big then they were narrowed in anger.

"Fine." She spat then walked away.

Draco didn't mean to make her angry. But he was afraid what people would say when they heard he was saved by a girl. A Gryffindor girl at that. End of Flashback

When I zoned back into reality I caught sight of Violette. But wait... who was that man.

"Crucio!" The man roared.

I ran towards them pulling out my wand. "PETRIFICUS TOTALES!" I shot at him. I quickly picked Violette up before running back to the school.

Violette's POV

"Mister Malfoy, visiting hours are over." Madame Pomphrey walked in looking tired with a cup in her hand.

Visiting hours? That must mean he was checking on me. You thought. But why?

"Oh okay, well bye then." Draco said and in one fluid motion he got up and turned around his cloak flowing gracefully behind him as he walked out.

Shortly after Harry, Hermoine, and Ron came in running.

"V-Violette," Harry panted. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I told him.

"Mister Potter, I am afraid visiting hours are over.

"It's okay." A serene warm voice called. "They are with me."

I watched Professor Dumbledore slowly glide over that sparkle in his blue eyes.

"But Headmaster-"

He cut her off by putting a hand in the air.

"I assure you that we will not be long."

She handed me a cup.

"Drink this all when you are done." She told me and then she walked away muttering.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"I just had a nasty spill in Hogsmeade. I fell into some big rocks." I lied to them. "I'm fine now just a little hurt and a little tired."

"How did you fall?" Hermoine asked.

"An animal ran out in front of me and I tripped." I continued.

Ron and Harry seemed to buy it but Hermoine eyed me suspiciously. Dumbledore just sat there his face was hard to read.

"Well now that you all know she is okay, you should be going. I believe some of you have prefect duties." Dumbledore smiled.

The four of us exchanged good-byes and Harry, Hermoine, and Ron left.

"So," Dumbledore began. "Is that all that happened?"

I nodded.

"If I ask Mister Malfoy will he tell me the same thing?" He asked.

"What does Malfoy have to do with this?" I questioned.

"He was the one who carried you in." He told you.

"Was he?" I asked.

"Yes. Well I should let you get to sleep. I trust you'll be up and causing trouble by tomorrow." He smiled.

"Of course. I mean. Me? Cause trouble?" I asked mocking innocence.

"I saw you in my office at least nineteen times last year." Dumbledore said.

"I can't visit my favorite headmaster?" I asked causing him to chuckle.

"Goodnight Miss Regalis." He said and walked away.

When he did I laughed to myself.

Malfoy must have been the voice that cursed my father. I thought. He saved me.

I then drank the potion in the cup Madame Pomphrey had given me and fell into a long dreamless sleep.