Wonny: phew! I feels loved by my readers, I do! Here are some things to be adressed:

1)To sbkar, I realize that the first chapter did not include the anger Draco is supposed to feel, but this will come later. I am sorry that I offended you in some way. Rest assured that anger will come later, however, I don't think it will be perfect: I've only just started writting these kind of stories. Bare with me, and God Bless. Also, if you read this story, perhaps you would like to read Hopelessness, which I have also written. That, I believe, is very well written, and it plays out emotions very well. If I get my butt moving, it should also be completed really soon, too. It's the best idea I've come up with thus far, but if you don't like it, no pressure. I will strive for perfection! Or my name isn't Wonnykins! NYA!

2)To Pretty Parachute, I promise! ;-)

3)To Anon, it will be interesting, I sware!

4)To Psycho Demon-Witch, I haven't seen one like this, either. That's why me's got to write it, ne, ne?

Well, that's all me's got to say. Draco would like to say something, but it would be dirty and mean.

Draco: Why you little...

Wonny: See?

Shigeru: Wonny does not own Harry, Hogwarts, Draco, or anything in J.K. Rowling's books. Thanks!

Somewhere, the bell signaling the end of class rang shrilly and people began to pack up their things. Draco slowly backed out of the not-so-happy memory and looked around. He heaved a heavy sigh and flicked his wand lazily, sending his potions equipment back to its' proper places in his bag. The boy got to his feet and shouldered the burden, unaware that another student was watching him closely. He seemed to float out of the dungeon, unaware of where he was going, and how he got there. All he knew was that he wasn't hungry for lunch and he didn't feel like getting into a shouting match with anyone there.

Before he knew it, the silvery-eyed boy was sitting by the edge of the lake. The last teasing wisps of the summer tickled his face and combed through his glossy white-gold hair. Draco stared out at the water, watching the giant squid wave it's tentacles at the birds trying to nestle on them. Even though he told himself a hundred times that he wasn't hungry, his stomach protested with loud, rumbling groans. Things were just not going well, lately...

Suddenly, without warning, something in his chasm of a stomach stirred. He covered his mouth, wrapping an arm around his middle. Draco groaned then retched right into his hands. The sour, foul tasting bile dripped from his fingers with a smell worse then milk gone bad. He reached for his wand and flicked it quick, hoping no one had seen.

'Where did that come from?' he thought as he picked up his things and started briskly back to the school, 'I haven't been sick since I was in diapers...' On his way back, he saw the grounds-keeper, Hagrid, wandering towards his cabin, looking particularly pleased. Again, poor Draco groaned. No doubt that Potter and his buddies would know by tomorrow that he had puked on himself.

Sure enough, the next morning, Weasley made all the stupid Gryffindors laugh as he did his impression of Malfoy puking. And the torment didn't cease there. Throughout the week, the whole school did nothing but humiliate him. It wasn't that the whole puking incident was funny, it was that it was happening all the time. Draco would be sitting in class, working on his test or spell, and it would hit him. Teachers were not pleased at first. However, the vomiting continued to get worse and worse until even Professor Binns was worried.

The vomiting wasn't the only thing, either. Draco found himself having to take a leak every hour, too. Then there were the cramps. And, to top it all off, he was so dizzy that he could barely see straight, let alone walk to a class. It was getting to the point that he would make excuses to get out of class just to lie down and rest.

Today, it had been eight days since Harry had his way with Malfoy. The Malfoy in question was sitting outside, for the forth time, during lunch. This time, to his dismay, his ankles were starting to swell, and it made walking very tough. He dipped his feet into the cool water of the lake, sighing in comfort as the agony lessened. He was just settling back against his book bag for what promised to be a long nap when he heard conversation. Draco cursed under his breath. 'It figures.'

He stopped thinking about jinxing the intruders of his relaxing time when he heard some familiar voices.

"Hermione, I really don't see why your worrying about that git. He's just finally getting what he deserves: pain and misery."

"I'm not worried about Malfoy, Ron, honestly. Why would I be? I just think he's been, well...acting a little odd. I mean, don't you think we would've seen this coming if he were REALLY sick? It's just a little-you know-not right..."

Draco turned, eyeing Weasley and Granger with a look of utter loathing. Weasley was ranting on and on about him, and Granger was trying to shush him. Her eyes casually drifted along the lake edge and when she spotted Draco, her eyes grew wide and she hushed Ron. Ron Weasley turned and noticed Malfoy glaring at him.

"Watch your mouth, Weasley." Draco narrowed his moon colored eyes in distaste.

Ron only smirked. "Watch yours, Malfoy; you wouldn't want to puke on yourself again."

"At least it wasn't slugs, Weasel." Draco countered. Ron's ears turned red.

"Leave him, Ron, he's not worth it." Hermione piped up, clinging to Ron's arm, eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"That's right, Weasel. Listen to your mud-blood; for the billionth time, she's right." Malfoy did not feel the familiar sensation of a smirk curling up his lips. He just wasn't in the mood today to argue. He turned back to his lake view and dropped his head down, closing his eyes. His head swam. Maybe after some R&R he'd feel better...

His eyes flew open as a jinx missed his ear. A sensation to protect ran through him, even though he didn't know of anything to protect. It was a feeling he'd never had before: He had no idea that his Veela instincts were rearing their gorgeous heads. In seconds, he was on his feet, but, without a wand, he was useless. Ron laughed, his wand aimed at Draco's chest. "What; are you going to take me out with your fists?" Again, the red head laughed. A crowd had gathered by now. Draco's eyes went from moon silver to lightning white. He raised his hands, feeling a sacred surge of power flow through them...

"What now? Honestly, Malfoy, just give-AAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Ron was on the ground in seconds, trying to beat the fire from his robes. Hermione was screaming in terror, and just about everyone was staring at Draco's smoking palms. Those who weren't were trying to put out Ron. Draco growled low and inhumanly. He stepped slowly towards the fallen, now smoking Ron.

"Don't get me aggravated, Weasley. Next time, I won't aim for your clothes."

This was a down right lie; Draco hadn't been aiming. He only saw red, and he felt threatened. That having been enough reason, he had released the energy, or the fireballs, not caring where they hit.

"What's going on? Hey! I said-move it you! -What happened? Ron; Hermione!"

Draco turned just in time to see Harry push his way through the crowd. "Ron! Ron, what happened? Who did this?" Harry knelt to his friend's side and flicked his wand, patching the charred robes. Ron gibbered, but managed to point at Draco. Harry, and everyone else, turned in his direction. "You." The green eyed teen spat, getting to his feet. Draco backed up, taking defensive on the Veela instinct that he would never be able to fight this many.

"Potter, if it will please you, I was attacked first. So you don't have any other reason to come after me; back off." He couldn't help but feel scared. Not for himself, but then, for what?

Harry raised his wand, ignoring what Draco had said. Draco stepped back further. "Potter, I'm warning you: Don't you dare." Draco's eyes began to lighten again. He was still backing away, but if Potter continued to make those threatening movements, he wouldn't be anymore.

Harry started forward. Draco did as well, palms beginning to steam profusely again. Harry began to cry out a hex; Draco drew back his arm to release another fireball. Both were just about to let loose when two loud voices shouted: "EXPERILARMIS!" Two jets of light blue hit Harry in his chest and Draco in his stomach, sending them both sprawling backward onto the grass. Harry was winded, but Draco was not so fortunate. He slammed his head onto the ground in the process of being knocked back. Unconsciousness was immediate.

Wonny: No, he didn't die, it's just the DREADED CLIFFHANGER!

Satoshi: Time for your needle, Wonny...

Shigeru: Yes time for fluffy walls and straight-jackets.

Harry: -rolls off laughing-