Chapter Six: Silently

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Draco Malfoy was lying alone in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had delivered the not so good news just a few minutes ago; she had said very quietly to him that he would have to stay in put in the Hospital Wing for at least another day and that he would end up with a scar.

Draco Malfoy was actually quite pleased with the idea of having a scar. He thought that it would give him more character.

I guess having a scar isn't that awful… I mean sure I'm not going to be perfect anymore, but how many people can say they've been stabbed? And how many people have scars? Oh, yes... Harry Fucking Potter does. Damn it.

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"Blaise probably doesn't even want to see me. I mean why would he?" Luna Lovegood was walking to the Hospital wing with Ginny Weasley. Luna did indeed want to see Blaise; she just didn't want to find out exactly what happened two nights ago, fearing what she had imagined had actually happened.

"Luna, you're coming with me and that's that. We're almost there anyways. You know you want to see him. We wont stay that long." Ginny sped up her pace. She seemed to not want to make it too obvious that she really wanted to get to the Hospital Wing.

Luna mumbled something under her breath that sounded a lot like, bossy little witch. She reluctantly followed Ginny.

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Blaise Zabini was staring at the ceiling of the Hospital Wing. It was rather boring but it was the only thing he could think of doing. The only visitor that came to see him was Pansy Parkinson. She didn't really count since she hit him with her book bag while screaming at him after Draco told her was happened.

Then Pansy went off about how she had detention with Potter, which was quite horrible, and on top of that she had to work slave labor mopping the Potions classroom. Blaise dared to ask her what exactly she did to get the detention. She shot him a death glare. "I cursed some stupid first year. She stepped on my brand new cloak! Serves her right."

Since Pansy had visited Blaise had asked Madam Pomfrey about ten times if he could leave the Hospital Wing. She said no to each time he asked. Blaise was still badly bruised and he had broken his arm, which Madam Pomfrey had fixed.

Blaise tried to talk to Draco but Draco just ignored him and went on doing his staring thing again ignoring everyone and everything around him. Blaise thought he was probably counting down to the days when he could leave the Hospital Wing. Blaise tried to close his eyes and forget about everything. He wanted to see Luna. He wanted to explain everything. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. He needed sleep, but his eyes would not close.

Just as Blaise's eyes started to close for about the fifth time Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley walked inside the Hospital Wing door.

Luna slowly walked towards Blaise; she sat down on his bed and looked over at him. She was scared to ask if he was okay. What if he wasn't? "How do you feel?"

"Luna, I'm really sorry. I really do want to be with you. It's just really confusing…" Blaise didn't know what to say. He had wanted to see her so bad but yet all he could do was ramble and apologize.

Luna leaned in and kissed Blaise on the cheek. "It will be okay. Don't worry about it…" Luna paused for a moment. "But what happened? How did Draco get stabbed? I mean… you didn't, did you?" Luna looked over to Draco. Ginny was sitting on the next bed looking at him. He was asleep, or so he seemed to be. Ginny bent over him and started to slowly stroke his hair.

Blaise didn't know what to say. He knew he couldn't tell her the full truth, could he? He trusted Luna, he knew she disserved the truth. "Things got out of hand. Draco and I were sitting outside erm… drinking and he accidentally got stabbed."

That is the stupidest thing I have ever said. Oh yes, we were frolicking in the woods and Draco just accidentally got stabbed, by a flying unicorn, that is.

"Please enlighten me, Blaise. How does one accidentally get stabbed?"

"Well, hypothetically speaking, if one were to be fighting for a knife and you push the person who you are fighting down and you roll, then the knife gets stuck in the other person's chest. That would be a way to accidentally get stabbed."

Luna bit her lip. "I'm guessing that's not so hypothetical, is it?"

"Not really."

Luna stood up and slapped Blaise. "What were you thinking? You could have killed Draco! Why did you want the knife? You weren't trying to kill yourself, were you? Please don't go suicidal on me. This is just like the things you here in the papers! The person that wants to die ends up killing the innocent little friend."

Draco's head popped up and turned to look at Luna. "I'm not an innocent little friend."

Ginny jumped up and said. "You've been awake this whole time?"

"Yes. It's nice to know that the littlest Weasley doesn't hate me after all. It's touching, really."

"Just because I was worried about you doesn't mean I don't hate you, Malfoy," Ginny said.

Draco smoothed the quilt that was lying on top of him. "Stop trying to deny it, Weasley, you care about me. But please if you're going to like me don't start stalking me like you do Potter."

Ginny started to walk over to the Hospital Wing door. "If you weren't hurt, Malfoy, I wouldn't hesitate to curse you."

"Well that's just one more reason for me to be glad I'm lying in a Hospital Wing bed."

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Harry Potter was sitting in his least favourite class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was slouching in his chair; his chin was sitting in the palm of his hand. All in all Harry was beyond bored. Professor Snape was going on about some potion that they had to make. Harry didn't really care because he knew when it came time to make the potion he would just have to read it off of the board. Right now Harry just had way too much to worry about to care about Potions. Mainly he was worried about his scar.

In the past years Harry had always worried about why his scar was hurting. Was Voldemort close to him? Was he happy? Why was Voldemort happy? Why was he sad? In Harry's dreams most of those questions would be answered. He would know why Voldemort was feeling what he was. Though in the end of fifth year Harry learned why being able to dream about Voldemort's plans was a not as good as it first sounded.

Voldemort knew that Harry had visions. He also knew that Harry's newfound skill would help him greatly. It would help him into luring Harry into the Department of Mysteries. Although Voldemort's plan didn't go exactly the way it should have he still was able to get rid of Sirius Black.

That was the part that made Harry flinch. Was it better now that he wasn't getting visions from Voldemort? Nothing like what had happened in fifth year could happen again. But what is Harry could see real things that Voldemort was doing? What if he could stop a murder; like he stopped Arthur Weasley from dying from a snakebite?

"Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson." The bitter tone of Professor Snape's voice snapped Harry out of his trance; he looked up and saw people getting out of their seats and going to sit by what looked like their partners.

Harry grinned, he didn't really mind working with Pansy. He knew Snape thought he would which is why he partnered him with her. Oh well, what Snape doesn't know won't kill him and will just make my life easier.

Pansy turned her head over to Harry who was now sitting in the seat next to her. Pansy slightly smirked. "Potter."

"Parkinson."

Pansy smiled. "Harry."

"Students, get to work." Snape turned his head over to where Neville was sitting, "Neville try not to set anything on fire. I really pity the cauldron you're using."

Neville muttered something that sounded like. "Kill me now."

Harry pitied Neville. He knew he would do a lot better in Potions if Snape wasn't the teacher, but it didn't look as if that would change for a while.

"Pansy, can you get the ingredients?" Harry asked.

"No, but you can." Pansy smirked.

Harry mumbled something under his breath about Slytherins and how they would never change while he was walking towards that cabinet stocked with all the ingredients they would need for the potion they were making.

Ron Weasley was over getting the ingredients at the same time Harry was. He leaned over and whispered, "I feel your pain. I have Millicent Bulstrode as my partner. Snape just does this to annoy us to no end. What I'd give to make him drink the stupid potions we have to make…"

After Harry got the ingredients needed for the potion he silently walked back to the table where Pansy was sitting.

Pansy and Harry worked in silence. They really didn't have anything to say to each other. They considered themselves at least partly friends how but they really didn't know how to talk to each other. After all those years of being enemies they really knew nothing about the other.

"Your time is up. Pour half of the potion into one vile and the other half in the other vile. If you have made the potion right then what you're about to drink is an antidote to a poisonous snakebite. If you failed to follow the simple instructions then when you drink this you will turn a bright green colour." Professor Snape's thin lips curled upwards into a sort of evil smile. "Drink up."

To Professor Snape's dismay no one in the class turned green. But of course that didn't stop him from taking off points from Gryffindor. "Miss Granger, Didn't I tell you countless times to not help Mr. Longbottom? Five points from Gryffindor."

It didn't at all help Hermione when she pointed out that Neville was working with Seamus and that she was all the way on the other side of the classroom. Professor Snape took off five more points for her arguing.

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"You both are free to go." Right when Madam Pomfrey said that Draco and Blaise bolted up from their beds smiling. They grabbed their belongings and left. Madam Pomfrey sighed with relief as she waved her wand and cleaned up the two beds that not thirty seconds ago belonged to two seventh year Slytherins.

Draco and Blaise along with all the other residents of Hogwarts Castle heard the loud ringing from bells indicating it was time for Lunch. They both stumbled into the Great Hall quickly sitting down at the Slytherin table. Blaise looked over to the Ravenclaw table scanning it quickly to see if he could find a certain sixth year blonde. He had just found her; she was sitting at the edge of the table reading her History of Magic book when owls started to swoop down to each of the four tables carrying their owner's mail.

An Eagle owl dropped a dark green envelope with a wax seal that was shaped to look like a silver snake landed right in front of Draco Malfoy. Draco turned the letter over to the backside of it. He read silently to himself,

Draco Malfoy, open this in total privacy.

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Silently waiting, silently wondering… all the possibilities