DISCLAIMER: It is us again, the all-knowing…well semi-knowing Pariahs… Since we are all knowing, we realize that we do not own the Harry Potter universe especially since we just discovered that we wrote two chapter 6's…. we're stupid… so that means in our notebook we are up to 44 chapters….wow….

A/N: As you can read in the Disclaimer, we are not the brightest of people and can't count…or at least our dearest Spirit can't count. Yes, she does really behave like that in reality! We all resemble our 'other' selves in all truth. Amaya is…well, Amaya. And I am Blaze. I actually have a 4.0! Although I am more blunt in reality, and Amaya likes to do her own work and gets a 4.0 as well, and Spirit isn't really such a sleeze… Anyway, enough of my rambling and on with the story!

Chapter 7:

"Is she going to be alright?" Harry asked as he gently lowered her to bed in the hospital suite. He had carried her back here upon Blaze's very persistent requests.

"She's not dead, is she?" Ron asked, rather dumbly. Spirit smirked, and Blaze just rolled her eyes.

"Would you all just shut up? She's going to kill someone as it is when she wakes up. Jeez, you'd think you actually had a death wish or something." she said, applying the damp washcloth to Amaya's head.

Amaya stirred and groaned loudly. "I am going to mutilate that first year you felt the need to run into me!" She said. Looking at Blaze, she added, "And possibly you for having Spirit to carry those humongous books of yours!" She sat up slowly, holding her head where a small lump had formed. "How did I get up here? I know you didn't carry me." She said.

Spirit chuckled. "Harry carried you, of course."

At this, Blaze quickly took a step away from Amaya and gave Spirit a look that clearly said 'Now you've done it'.

"What?" Amaya asked, now noticing the presence of other's in the room.

"She said that I carried you." Harry replied. He was sitting on the bed next to hers, Spirit's bed.

Amaya pointedly ignored him. "What happened to you, Spirit?" She asked out of genuine concern for her friend.

Spirit pointed to her ankle. "Sprained it when I fell into you." She paused as Draco came waltzing into the room, a look of concern etching he face. He sat down on the bed beside of her and immediately kissed her.

Amaya groaned, clearly disgusted. "Can you two stop for a minute so that you can at least finish your story?" She spat.

Spirit jerked away from Draco and kept talking as if she were never interrupted. "Nurse Sparks told me that I should keep my weight off of it for a few days. Other than that I should be fine."

Amaya looked at Blaze. "And what did Nurse Sparks have to say about me?" She kept her gaze firmly away from Harry, although it was hard considering that he was seated on the bed just behind Blaze's head.

"She said that you had a nasty bump, and that you would have a headache in the morning, but you will be fine also." Blaze told her. "Oh, and she said that when you woke up that we were to go back to our classes." She added as if it were an after thought.

Amaya stared at her, open mouthed. "Are you freakin insane? I'm not going back to class. I am going to milk this for what it's worth." She bit out.

Spirit nodded in agreement. "I'm not going back either. I'm going to go back to my room and wallow in my misery." She said dramatically.

Blaze smirked at her friend. "But Draco is going to class, aren't you, Draco?" She said, looking at the other blonde in the room.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, Spirit, I have to." He said.

Ron snorted. "I never thought I would live to see the day that Draco Malfoy would turn down the chance to skip a class."

"Don't you have something to do? Where's your dear Granger at? Did she find herself an American boy and forget all about you, Weasel?" Draco spat.

Blaze, upon seeing Harry put out a hand to hold his friend back, took it on herself to change the subject. "Well, after the thank you's are said, we can go to class."

Amaya looked at her icily. "What thank you's?" She asked, innocently.

Blaze gave her a knowing glare. "You know what thank you's I am talking about, so don't play dumb with me."

Amaya rolled her eyes. "Fine." she said. She turned to face Spirit's bed. "Thank you, Spirit dear, for tripping, spraining your ankle, and knocking me out in the process. For that, I now have a valid excuse to skip my classes. I am forever in your debt."

"Welcome." Spirit said, cheerfully. Draco smiled at her and they began kissing again. Blaze just rolled her eyes.

"Fine, play your games then. I don't have time. See you later." She said, getting up off of the bed and gathering her books. "You can do your own make up work, then."

Before she exited the room, Amaya called out to her. "Alright! Thank You, Harry Potter." She said softly. She looked at him for only a moment.

"What was that?" He said smartly.

"Amaya, I don't think he heard you. Talk louder." Blaze chastised.

Amaya rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. "I said, thank you, Harry Potter. What else do you want from me?"

Harry smiled. "That's all for now." He said smugly. "Oh, and your welcome." He added.

Amaya let out a low growl and started to get off of the bed towards him. "I am so going to hit you for that!" She yelled, trying to shake off Blaze who had come over and grabbed her arms.

"No, your not." Blaze told her. "You are either going to go back to class, or stay here and rest. The other isn't an option."

Amaya threw herself back against the pillows on the bed in defeat. "Fine."

Blaze patted Amaya on the arm and gathered her things again to leave. Spirit hopped off of her bed with the help of Draco, and Ron followed suit. Harry, however, moved over to the end of her bed and sat down, a very determined expression on his face.

"Why the hell do I have to stay in here? Why can't I go back to my own room, where I can at least have some privacy?" Amaya demanded, throwing Harry a look.

Spirit smiled sweetly. "Because Blaze said so, and you know as well as I that she is almost always right." Draco put his arm around her waist as she wobbled towards the doorway.

Blaze turned back as she approached, looking at Harry. "Are you coming?" She asked. "I won't be here to protect you if you stay."

Harry smiled. "I think I will be fine, but thanks for your concern. Tell the teacher that I will be along shortly, please."

Blaze nodded, and then left the room, leaving himself and a grumbling Amaya behind.

A/N: REVIEW! I didn't type this for nothing!

Written by: Spirit, Typed and corrected by: Blaze