A/N: Glad to know that people out there are enjoying my story ) shouting out to some of my reviewers fer a bit. To be honest, the last bit of chapter 5 - between Sedgewick and Hermione was not suppose to end up that way, but it did. It was supposed to be name calling and hermione smacking Sedgewick and she storms off - or somewhere along those lines - but it ended the way it did, so now I'm trying to think of a way to make sense of that S READ THE BOLD MESSAGE AT THE BOTTOM LATER ON FOR SOME INFO, ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO LOVE THE STORY!

Anyway...Shout outs:

Angel-flying-with-broken-wings: it's sedgewick. I got that name from the movie The Emperor's Club actually. It was the name of the main character ) thx fer noticing anyway )

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Lady Deatheater: You don't like Sedgewick? Haha. To be honest, I put him in the story just before I posted it up. Why? Because I didn't want Hermione tot take care of Draco alone, even though it would be more intimate and personal, also, in my first version, I wrote that Hermione was patrolling alone - can''t happen! So, Sedgewick had to be thrown in there. Don't worry, he doesn't play a big role, not really. If you read my story, you'll realize that he appears for very brief moments. The flirting bit just came out, if you read the A/N above, you'll know how come.

To all my other reviewers: THANK YOU! I LOVE reviews D and receiving reviews shows that people are actually reading my story and I really appreciate you taking up your time to review ) and having 22 reviews so far for 5 chapters is better than my older stories. I guess 'cause my writing is less horrible now…haha…anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH! And thank you to BeInMyEyes, bloodydreams, Kitty0617, Lady Deatheater, Promiscuous and wingnutdawn for adding my story to ur faves.

My efforts have not gone to waste. Over 1000 hits already! Even though not enough reviews to justify the number of hits but hell. At least people bother reading. Having a bit of a writer's block here so I shall apologize in advance for a possible sucky chapter – the beginning especially. Here's the 6th chapter for all you darlings out there )

Wednesday...

The chatter in the Great Hall was at its peak as the entire student body was having their breakfast and chit-chatting with their own circle of friends and laughing as loud as they pleased. Hermione enjoyed the early morning chatter – it woke her up. She had to admit, however, that the chatter had dwindled slightly ever since the Death Eaters attacked; quite a number of the students were prohibited to enter school ever again thanks to their parents, some refused to talk as long as Dumbledore was not around and others were the Slytherins, some of which were out of school to join their parents as Death Eaters She buttered her toast and took a bite. Harry was discussing the matter of the remaining four Horcruxes that are yet to be found and destroyed. They knew that the locket was with a certain R.A.B and that the other Horcrux is Hufflepuff's cup, which is yet to be found. She prayed silently to herself that Harry would not get into any critical danger while trying to find and destroy them. They do not know exactly what they are or where they are hidden, but they have a lead to the artifact belonging to Godric Gryffindor.

Harry and Ron were sure that it was his sword, the one that Harry had used back in second year to fight the basilisk – but Hermione had pointed out that it was a little farfetched as Voldermort had no reason whatsoever to be using that as a Horcrux, especially when it is, was, in the hands of Dumbledore. Hermione than suggested that it could be a personal possession or a family heirloom of sorts, like Marvolo Gaunt's ring or the Salazar Slytherin's locket – which whereabouts are still a mystery. The two boys had taken it into consideration and thought of other possibilities. They had been trying to figure it out since last summer, and are yet to come out with a possible item.

And what was the other remaining item? They had a strong suspicion that it was Nagini, which was later confirmed. All they had to do was go up to the snake and kill it, but how? She was always near Voldemort and they had no way of going up to the snake without being noticed by her master. Again, they had to thick of possible, almost safe ways to get to the snake without alerting her master, or at least alerting him after she is gone. It was going to be one of the hardest Horcrux to be destroyed, but it had to be done.

Hermione finished up her toast and reminded the boys about their first lesson of the day, Care of Magical Creatures with the Ravenclaws. They smiled at the idea of meeting Hagrid and quickly gobbled up their food and heading towards Hagrid's hut for their lesson.

"What do you reckon he will show us today?" Ron asked excitedly.

"I dunno. I'm hoping that it would be something interesting, not dangerous interesting, but, interesting," Harry gave his opinion, nodding his head.

"If any of you had paid attention last lesson, you would know that we would be learning about Demiguise today," Hermione said, annoyed at her best friends' lack of attention to what Hagrid said last lesson.

"Hagrid said that? I didn't know that," Ron voiced out, scratching his head as though he was confused or uncertain about something.

Hermione chose not to comment and proceeded silently towards Hagrid's hut. Once there, they waited for the rest of the class to arrive and chatted with Hagrid about how they were coping so far, especially with their N.E.W.T.S. coming up. The remainder of the class, Gryffindors and Ravenclaws alike, started arriving and lingering near the hut in their own small cliques. Once the whole class had arrived, Hagrid brought them towards the back of the hut where he had introduced them to Hypogriffs back in their third year. There, the class assembled by the gate while Hagrid went to fetch three Demiguises from their cages and brought them forward toward the class. The Demiguise resembled an ape with large, black eyes and long, silky hair. They weren't exactly the prettiest creautre neither were they the ugliest, though they look peaceful and friendly enough to approach.

"Who 'ere knows what these creature 'r?" Hagrid questioned the class with his deep, loud voice, Demiguises in tow. Hermione's hand shot up.

"Yes, 'ermione?"

"Those are Demiguises. The Demiguise is a peaceful, herbivorous creature that can make itself invisible. Its silky hair can be woven into Invisibility Cloaks and they are native to the Far East," Hermione answered confidently.

"That's right. 10 points to Gryffindor! Now, these Demiguise are native to the Far East and are rarely found 'ere. Wizards have been using their hair to weave Invisibility Cloaks. As you can see," Hagrid continued with the lesson, gesturing towards the now invisible Demiguise, "they can make themselves invisible when they want to. That makes it hard for us to find them, that is why collars have been put around their necks so that we can see where they are at all times,"

The lesson carried on and they were allowed to feed the Demiguise and pet them. Before they knew it, lesson had ended and they were given homework - a three-foot long essay about Demiguise and their magical characteristics. Hermione was elated to be given something to do later, whereas the boys were disappointed that they had to stay in the common room to do their homework instead of be out somewhere or playing a game of Wizard's Chess.

Their next class was Double Potions with the Slytherins, something neither of them dread so much anymore – especially with Snape gone. They walked back into the castle turned left toward the staircase leading down to the dungeons on the right side of the marble staircase leading to the first floor. They made their way toward the Potions classroom, where most of the other students were already waiting patiently. Just as they arrived, Professor Nazri opened the classroom doors and entered silently and settled in for another theory Potions lesson. Seeing the Potion Master in front of her made her remember about a certain blonde lying in the Infirmary bed at this very moment and the planned moving of that certain blonde into his room later on after dinner. Dread washed over her and she inwardly groaned. She continued to take down notes and tried to get her mind off the rich kid for just a few more hours, at least until he had to move in or if he went into another possession.

Her hand was beginning to cramp up due to the amount of note taking she was taking and she could tell that Blaise Zambini was no longer listening to whatever his Head of House had to say. Hermione watched from the corner of her eye as Blaise twirled his expensive looking feather quill with one hand and resting his chin on his other. She rolled her eyes at his attention span, or lack there of, and shook her hand for a few seconds before continuing to take down notes. Professor Nazri finished off his lesson and gave them their homework for the day, a five-foot long essay on the similarities and differences between the Strengthening Solution and Re'em blood. 'Easy,' Hermione thought to herself as she copied down the question at the bottom of her notes and at the top of a fresh piece of parchment under her name in her neat, cursive scrawl. She packed up and headed for Arithmancy, bidding goodbye to Harry and Ron as they made their way grudgingly towards Divination.

Hermione made her way to the classroom and took her seat at the front of the class. She tried to think of ways to control her temper around Malfoy later and how she would act around him. It wasn't necessary, but it would ensure that she wouldn't say or do anything stupid around him, causing her to be the laughingstock of the Heads' quarters. Taking care of Malfoy would definitely be something hard to handle, not like he would make it any easier for any of them. She rolled her eyes and took out her Arithmancy book and waited for the class the start.

'What if he threatens to kill me? Or he is pretending to be wounded so that he can help the Death Eaters enter Hogwarts again?' She asked herself.

'That's not possible, Hermione. How, than, would you explain his possession?' She retorted her own question. That was how it was for the entire lesson. She was so absorbed in her own inner battle that she didn't realize that her wand, tucked safely in her wand pocket in the interior of her school robes, was glowing and its light showing through the exterior of the robe. Nobody else noticed either as they were busy doing their own work.

Hermione never she was needed until an owl flew in through the classroom window and landed in front of her on her desk, sticking out a scrawny leg out. She took the note and read it quickly.

Hermione. Come quick! Malfoy needs help. Sedge.

It was written in a rushed and messy scrawl, something that is the opposite of Sedgewick's usual neat and proper handwriting. Asking for permission from Professor Vector – claiming that she had Head Girl duties to attend to – she quickly closed her book and stuffed everything else into her shoulder bag. Grabbing the thick book from the table, she rushed out of the classroom and made her way to the third floor of the castle and into the Infirmary through the huge double doors. There were no other residents in the Infirmary besides Maalfoy at that moment, and his screams could be heard loud and clear through the open door of his makeshift room. Hermione quickly rushed in after a distressed looking Madam Pomfrey, who was carrying a vial or the thick magenta potion used to help Malfoy calm down and a sleeping draught.

Professor McGonagall was healing the scratch Sedgewick received thanks to Malfoy swinging his hands anywhere and everywhere. Professor Nazri was trying to bring Malfoy back whilst Madam Pomfrey forced the thick magenta liquid down his throat. Malfoy choked on it for a few seconds before he began screaming again. Even though he was bound to the bed, he was still struggling and shaking the bed, banging it against the wall behind it. His eyes were now fully black and the red specks were even more obvious than before.

His voice was beginning to crack due to the amount of time and volume he was screaming and anyone hearing him could tell that he was straining his voice. Hermione stood there, not knowing what to do. A sudden shout of: "Miss Granger! Help me calm Draco down!" from Professor Nazri caused Hermione to jump and rush toward the bed. She mimicked her professor, holding onto Malfoy's free hand, instantly regretting it. He gripped her hand tight, nearly crushing her fingers and effectively cut off her blood supply. Again, mimicking her professor, she said soothing words to Malfoy, though she found it rather weird. Sedgewick and McGonagall finished off and returned to the bed – Sedgewick strengthening the bind holding Malfoy down and McGonagall wiping off the beads of perspiration forming on Malfoy forehead.

"Draco. Listen to me. You have to come back. Don't listen to him, come back. Fight him, Draco, fight him," Professor Nazri pleaded with the struggling boy.

"Get away from the boy, Zamri," came a hiss-like voice from Draco's mouth, whose eyes were boring into the aforesaid professor.

"No. You are hurting the poor boy. Let go of him!" Professor Nazri spat back.

"You know what he did. He failed me! And all the wrongs he has done after that! He has to be punished, he deserves it!" came the voice again, followed by silence. Malfoy lay in the bed motionless, eyes closed as though he was sleeping. Nobody moved, shocked that he suddenly went silent and still. The grip he had on both Professor Nazri and Hermione loosened. Hermione was quick to retrieve her hand and start massaging the numbness out. Professor Nazri never let go.

Without any prior notice, Malfoy began convulsing, eyes still closed. Blood began to ooze out of his nose, as if he had a nosebleed. Madam Pomfrey quickly Accio-ed a washcloth and began wiping off the blood. The flow of blood never stopped. Worry was evident on Professor Nazri's and Professor McGonagall's faces. Madam Pomfrey continued to wipe the blood of, resorting to simply placing the washcloth slightly below Malfoy's nose to absorb all the blood that was flowing out.

Hermione went over to Sedgewick at the foot of the bed, shaking. Shaking because she was shocked and afraid at the words that came out of Draco's mouth. She has never seen anyone possessed before, let alone possessed by someone on the Drak Side, possibly Voldermort – based on Hermione's suspicion. Sedgewick put a comforting arm round Hermione's shoulder, letting her shaking form lean against him. She calmed down slightly, and stared at the boy lying motionless on the bed.

The blood had stopped flowing, some what, and Malfoy was beginning to stir. He tossed his head from side to side and gave fearful whimpers, as though he was having a nightmare. No one could do anything about it. It went on for about half a minute before Malfoy's eyes shot open and he awoke, breathing ragged and forced. McGonagall wiped off the beads of perspiration from his forehead, which was causing his hair to stick to it, and the rest of his face. He didn't struggle. He looked around him, as though it was his first time realizing where he was.

Malfoy slowly registered his surroundings and looked at the wizard by his bed, worry written clearly across his face. He than looked at the other four people in the room. His eyes stopped at the brown-eyed girl directly in front of him. His grey eyes bored into hers, reading her emotions. Fear. He almost laughed.

"Mudblood," Was the first word that came out of his mouth, though his voice was hoarse after all his shouting and screaming. Hermione froze. She hadn't been called that since he fled the school with Snape back in Sixth year, and it hurt. She never got used to being called that. He was offending her heritage and background, and she hated it.

Malfoy smirked, knowing it hurt her. He rubbed it in further, something he was good at.

"What's the matter mudblood? Can't accept the facts that you're a filthy little mudblood, Granger?" Malfoy provoked Hermione.

"Draco, that isn't the way to talk to the person who help save your life," Professor Nazri stepped I, glaring at the pale teenage boy.

"So what if she saved my life? It doesn't mean anything," Malfoy spat, disgusted.

Hermione stood her ground, hurt feelings pushed aside and replaced by anger.

"Looks like you never changed, Malfoy. Even after helping a whole lot of prejudiced and ignorant people, like you, into the school and almost killing one of the most honoured wizards alive," Hermione wasn't ready to back down. She was just beginning. "Not even after you appear out of nowhere at the doors of Hogwarts, the school you sabotaged, pleading for help. You are still the same after you get the pulp beaten out of you and you were hanging on for dear life. After all that, still no wake up call?"

Malfoy's eyes changed. Something shifted, but Hermione didn't know her 'opponent' well enough to pinpoint what it really was.

"Whatever I did was done for a reason. Whatever I say was said for a reason. You, mudblood, have no right to tell me to change or to assume you know what happened to me from the point I left the school up until the moment I appeared back at Hogwarts. Don't think you know and understand me, Granger. Don't you dare tell me whether I've changed or not – what happened to me did nothing to my perspective towards lowly mudbloods like you," Malfoy spat back , trying to be free of the binds that were holding him down.

Hermione and Malfoy glared at each other, both refusing to admit defeat. Someone had to step it.

"That is enough, both of you. You have to get past your differences and learn to at least tolerate each other and be civil. Remember, Miss Granger will be looking after you, Mr. Malfoy and you, Miss Granger, are responsible for his well-being," the Headmistress warned the two feuding teens.

Neither said anything.

After the episode in the Infirmary, the students left for their lessons, seeing as lunch was almost over. Hermione and Sedgewick had a free period and decided to go up to their quarters, at the seventh floor. They walked up silently, Hermione still angry at Draco Malfoy. The rest of the day ticked by slowly. After their free period, they went for their last two lessons for the day before heading down to dinner, after which, they had to go to the Infirmary to move Draco Malfoy to his room. Hermione didn't even eat her dinner. She merely picked at her food, her appetite lost at the thought of having to live with an care for Malfoy. When asked by a worried Harry, she just shook her head, refusing to answer. This failed to placate the raven-haired boy, but he didn't say anything after that, deciding that it'd be better for him to leave her alone for a while before asking her what was really wrong.

"Umm, Harry?" Hermione asked suddenly,"

"Yeah?"

"Could I borrow your cloak?" Hermione asked timidly, fiddling with her fingers.

"Whatever for?" Now Harry was worried.

"Just...please?"

"Not until you tell me why you need it," Harry said sternly.

"I can't," Hermione replied, voice small and afraid.

Harry simply looked at his best friend. 'Something's wrong,' He thought to himself. Nodding his head, he stood up to retrieve the cloak from the common room, instructing Hermione to wait in the Great Hall and finish up her dinner, or lack there of - there was hardly anything on her plate. She gave a small smile of thanks as he left.

After dinner, Hermione and Sedgewick made their way silently to the Infirmary and into the room Malfoy was in. There was nobody there yet, aside from Madam Pomfrey who just walked out of his room with several empty vials. There he was, sitting up against the headrest of the metal Infirmary bed, legs stretched out in front of him. He turned to look at the two Heads as they entered, eyes blank. He gave a curt nod to acknowledge their presence, before continuing to stare at the wall directly in front of him. Hermione and Sedgewick sat at the two chairs at the side of the bed, putting their bags on the floor, and waited patiently for the professors to arrive. Silence.

Fifteen minutes passed.

More silence.

And it was killing Hermione and Sedgewick, though not bothering the young blonde on the bed.

Sensing their boredom, the aforesaid boy spoke up.

"Looking forward to tending to my every need, Granger?" He voiced out, his voice carrying no emotion, eyes set at the wall opposite him.

"Note, Malfoy, that it isn't your every need. Just whatever medical attention you require," Hermione retorted, eyes looking past Malfoy and at the wall opposite her. "And I'm in no way looking forward to taking care of an inconsiderate, foul-mouthed human being such as yourself," She added, as the answer to his question.

"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual. I'd rather go back to the man I call my father and get tor -" He stopped himself from revealing what truly happened to him. "I'd rather be buried alive than be anywhere near you," He said instead, his voice full of disgust.

"Oh, really? I would simply love to have the honour of doing that deed for you. Where would you want to buried? By the Hogwarts' Entrance, where you were found?" Hermione asked sarcastically, glaring at the blonde in front of he. He was more than willing to return the gesture.

Sedgewick sat in his seat, watching the two enemies in their battle of wits.

"Not afraid people will see your perfect self doing something so cruel to me?"

"Oh, don't worry. Nobody will miss your absence, or could care less for that matter, considering the fact that you have been missing since you fled the school last year. They would have thought that I found your dead body and was simply burying it,"

"Ever so daring to do something so...bold,"

"Being with Harry for six and a half years has its perks,"

"And a downside,"

"It's better than being a Death Eater," Hermione dared say. That did it for Malfoy. His silver eyes showed nothing but hatred and disgust. He swung his legs from under the blankets and over the bed. Standing up, he towered over Hermione, who stood up to face him. Sedgewick stood up as well, trying to pry the two apart, but neither would budge.

"You better watch your tongue, mudblood," His voice a deadly whisper.

"You better watch your allies. From the looks of it, they aren't exactly friendly," Hermione spat back, eye contact never broke. They simply stood there, glaring at each other, daring the other to say something. Sedgewick tried once again to pull Hermione back slightly, only to have his hand swatted from her arm. He stepped back, both hands up in the air in defeat.

"Fine. Have it your way," He said, backng up. "Just so you know, the Headmistress it at the door right now," He added when he realized the Headmistress standing by the door.

The two didn't move. They continued their staring contest, until Hermione took a few steps back, willing herself not to hurt the already injured Malfoy, and spun around to greet the Headmistress, all traces of her hate for Malfoy gone from her features. In its place was a sweet smile that everyone saw her carry every day.

"Good evening, Headmistress,"

"Good evening to you too, Miss Granger, Mr. Blythe, Mr. Malfoy," She greeted, giving a courteous nod to the respective pupils at the mention of each of their names. She stepped into the room, followed by Professor Nazri.

Malfoy looked at the elderly wizard, taking in the slight hint of worry and stress that no other occupant of the room could detect. He immediately knew that the wizard by the door was worried for him and the outcome of his current situation. He felt sick, being reminded of his current predicament.

The two professors got to briefing the three other occupants of the room as to how they were moving Malfoy without him being seen, especially since the Heads' quarters was located all the way up at the seventh floor.

"...and young Mr. Malfoy would be following us under the Invisibility Cloak that Ms. Granger has brought along with her," Professor McGonagall said, gesturing to the shimmery cloak that was draped over the chair Hermione had abandoned. "And Mr. Malfoy, just so you know, trying to...escape...would not be an option as you will be invisibly bound to Professor Nazri to ensure that you do not try anything funny, is that undestood?" She questioned the blonde, still on his bed, in a clipped tone.

"Understood," he replied coldly, not liking the idea of having to be escorted up the his room and the days and nights that would follow after that.

"Now that that's understood, I expect my Head students to treat young Mr. Malfoy civilly, at least, and cause no harm to the young man," Professor Nazri spoke up for the first time since he set foot in the room. Hermione and Sedgewick nodded, understanding their professor clearly, knowing that they would be in trouble, big trouble, if they were to disobey their professor. They informed Madam Pomfrey that they were leaving, bound Malfoy to Professor Nazri, threw on the Invisibility Cloak onto him, and headed out of the makeshift room. Outside, a small Ravenclaw girl, mostly likely third year, was being treated by Madam Pomfrey. The girl looked at the four departing figures curiously, not knowing that there was another young man between the two professors leading the pack.

They proceeded in silence, an air of importance around them. They pretended as though they had an important thing to attend to and had to go up to the Heads' quarters to retrieve some papers - not that anybody would ask, but just to play it safe. The gap between the two professors did attract weird glances from passing students, but a single look from the Potions Master sent them on their way.

The whole entire time, Malfoy had been glaring at every student that looked directly between the two professors, where he stood, knowing very well that nobody could see him. But he glared none the less.

Hermione and Sedgewick followed closely behind, ready to pull out their wands if Malfoy tried to do anything funny. Hermione glared at the blonde, though invisible, when nobody noticed. She hated the pathetic excuse of a Malfoy for all the evil things that he had done to the world, helping the Death Eaters into the school and nearly killing the beloved Dumbledore being at the top of her list.

The five made their way up the staircases and past the Room of Requirement and stopped in front of the mirror, which was the entrance to the Heads' quarters. Sedgewick said out the password, opened the door and held it opened for the other four to enter, before closing it shut.

Professor Nazri removed the Invisibility Cloak from Malfoy and removed the magical bond that held them together throughout their entire journey. Hermione and Sedgewick put their bags down at their desk before following the others into Malfoy's new room.

"Welcome, to your new home," Professor Nazri spoke up, the first to say anything since leaving the Infirmary. Malfoy looked around the room, face blank as per normal. Every one waited to see what he thought about it.

"Small," Was all he said, before heading over to the bed and lying down, staring up at the ceiling, again.

(Draco POV)

"Now that that's understood, I expect my Head students to treat young Mr. Malfoy civilly, at least, and cause no harm to the young man," Professor Nazri spoke up for the first time since he set foot in the room. I saw the two Head students nodding their head in agreement. I inwardly smirked. 'They can't hurt me. But I can hurt them, emotionally and mentally, that is...' I thought to myself. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

Professor Nazri magically bound me to him, the Head Boy, Mr. Blythe was his name if I was not mistaken, threw the wretched cloak over me. I could see through the material, though not as clearly as normal vision. I could still see, in my opinion, the horrendous colour and pattern of the cloak and I hated it.

We made our way out. A Ravenclaw girl stared at us curiously, I glared back, even though I knew she couldn't see me. We made our way up in silence. Every time we walked past by a few students, they would look directly at the gap between Uncle Zamri and McGonagall, wondering why there was a relatively big gap between them. I glared back. I glared at everyone I saw.

I was getting tired. Who wouldn't? The seventh floor isn't that low, even though we were on the third floor, but still! I wanted to groan and protest about having to travel so far, but clamped my mouth shut as a group of girls walked past, looking admiringly at the Head Boy behind me. I rolled my eyes.

After what seemed like ages, we finally reached our destination. A mirror. Blythe said the password and held the door open for us to enter.

What a gentleman.

I rolled my eyes.

When we entered, Uncle Zamri removed the cloak off me - finally! - and removed the binds. They led me to a door to the right of the entrance, through a short passageway and through another door.

"Welcome, to your new home," Uncle Zamri spoke up. Everyone waited for my reaction. I surveyed the room. Bed, dining table, chair, small fireplace, a few seats and a cupboard. At the left corner of the room, there was a room. Bathroom. Overall, the room was too simple and a tad too...

"Small," I commented, my face blank. I walked over to the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. 'Been doing that alot...'

Uncle Zamri and McGonagall left, leaving me and the two Heads to do as we please. Neither of us talked. They went to sit at the chairs by the dining table, not saying anything. Granger broke the silence.

"So, disappointed that your room is too small for your liking?" She asked, smirking at me. I had half expected her to create a truce of some sort, but obviously I was wrong.

"At least I know what's proper comfort and can afford it," I bit back, not looking at her.

"Of course. You're a rich, spoilt brat,"

"At least I have money," I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking around the small room.

"And you think you're the only one who is rich?" This time, it was Blythe who spoke up.

"And who asked you?" I hated him just like I hate Granger. He was friends with her, which makes him as insufferable as she was.

"Just trying to drill into your egoistical head of yours that you're not the only one who can afford things," He spat back, looking at Granger as he was finishing. Funny.

"Whatever, Blythe," I rolled my eyes. I stepped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Small. A bathtub that could only fit two people sat at the opposite end of the room. A shower head was located over the bathtub and the toilet bowl and sink was placed at the left. The right was a chest of drawers and a small wardrobe. Simple, small. But it would have to do. I looked at reflection in the mirror at the wardrobe door. I was still in the Infirmary clothes. I removed them and chucked them into the hamper by the bathtub. I opened the top drawer. Boxers. Second drawer. Shirts. Third drawers. Pants of all sorts. The fourth and fifth drawer was empty. The wardrobe contained about six robes for daily use - not like I would be needing it - and two formal one. Not using them!

The interesting thing was, it was all mine. Who would've thought that someone would go back to that Manor just to retrieve my clothes? I laughed silently. I grabbed a fresh change of clothes, put them on and headed out.

They were gone, thankfully.

I walked over to the bed and threw myself upon it, hoping that I could get some sleep. But sleep never came to me that night.

A/N: All done! My longest chapter yet. Haha...a bit boring, right? I now realized that I added alot of redundant stuff. Oh well. To be honest, I just wrote without thinking. As in, I knew where to head to, but whatever that is written down just comes out. I know, not exactly a lot of action, especially Draco moving in. Sorry! Don't worry. All action happens next chapter, sort of. Alright, tell me what you think!

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I will be going off to camp from 14th June to 17th June.

Dance competition on the 18th

Going for another camp from 21st to 23rd.

From the looks of it, I won't have much time to write, even after the first camp as I would be preparing for my next camp. I shall squeeze in some writing time on the 12th and 13th and probably 19th and the days after my second camp (Saturday and Sunday, I think).

Than I have to go for my second semester of school. Busy schedules, Hello! -laughs- so I won't be updating so quickly as now - once a week, as least. It would probably take up to two or three weeks. Sucks, I know. Sorry!

I apologize for any inconvenience caused and for upsetting some readers.

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