A/N: All right! I have decided to trudge through this and just get it out there and done. Despite what anybody thinks of it. I think if I just get it over with, I can move on. Closure. So please, bear with me if you read this. Thank you.

Disclosure: "Surely, you can't be serious." "I am serious, and don't call me, 'Shirley.'" Sorry about that. A little Airplane moment. But you know the drill by now, right? RIGHT?

Warnings: Language, some violence, nothing too bad.

ACT 1: Chapter 6

When Harry entered the common room, he found an unhappy, blond Slytherin, with a cigarette between his fingers.

"What the hell are you doing here Potter?" Malfoy said angrily. "Does Granger know you're here?"

Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, Malfoy," he spat, "Hermione went and got permission for me to be here. We don't all break rules and skive off duties."

Malfoy took a long, quiet drag from his cigarette and said,

"Wow Potter, there were more than two syllable words in that sentence. I am shocked. Granger and the Weasel will be impressed. Or are they too preoccupied at the moment to give a damn?"

Hermione and Ron entered the room in time to see Harry yank Malfoy off of the couch and slam him, very hard, into the cold wall.

"Harry!" she screamed.

"Listen you filthy Death Eater, you're lucky that I don't beat the hell out of you. But so help me, I am begging for a reason to make you bleed."

"Oh scary, Potter. A bit dark for you, isn't?" Draco gasped out.

"Harry let him go!" Hermione screamed again and Ron ran over to pull them apart.

"Ron if you touch me, I will make sure that you end up in the hospital wing," Harry said darkly. Ron stopped with wide eyes and even Malfoy showed a bit surprise.

"Harry?" Hermione said softly. She was scared. Would he actually do that?

Ron walked slowly up to Harry, putting his hand on his shoulder.

Harry glanced back at Ron and shrugged off his friend's calming hand before punching Malfoy in the face and storming off, to God knows where. Ron followed after him.

Malfoy's head slammed back with a sickening crack against the wall and he slumped down with a shocked face. He made no attempt to get up.

Hermione rushed over to him and tried to get him on his feet. He was too heavy for her.

"Stop moving me, you idiot," he mumbled, "my brain feels like it's floating around in my head.

She got him to sit up against the wall, but he fell down on top of her and she had no choice but to hold him as he slumped over her shoulder.

"Damn it Malfoy, you have to help me a little bit.

Eventually, she was able to drag him to the lift and lean him against the wall. Pressing the button to the hospital wing, the lift went down. His eyes rolled around a bit before he closed them.

"No Malfoy don't!" she tried gently slapping his face, "Malfoy! Wake up! Please wake up!"

When it landed, there was a second year boy who happened to be passing by.

"Hey! Hey, I need you to help me carry him to Madame Pomfrey."

The boy looked scared but walked forward quickly and lifted Draco's arm to help carry him.

They managed to drag him down the hall and get to the hospital.

"Madame Pomfrey!" she shouted.

The elderly mediwitch came running as fast as she could to Hermione and helped them get him on to an empty bed.

"What happened Miss Granger?"

"He hit his head," she said breathlessly.

Madame Pomfrey had made Hermione leave while she tended to him. Outside the hospital wing, Hermione noticed the second year who had helped her.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Michael Dawson," he replied a little nervously.

She stuck out her hand he took it.

"I'm Hermione Granger, Head Girl from Gryffindor. What house are you from?"

"Hufflepuff."

"Thirty points to Hufflepuff for aiding the Head Girl and the Head Boy. Thank you so much. I will make sure he gets round to thanking you as well."

"Will…will he be alright?" he asked peeking behind her into the hospital.

"Madame Pomfrey is taking care of him, so he is in good hands."

After a little while longer, Madame Pomfrey called them back in.

"Madame Pomfrey, he's going to be fine, isn't he?"

The mediwitch scoffed, "He's fine. Came around with some smelling salts. He has a concussion and a broken nose," the old witch said, "It's nothing too serious Miss Granger. He can go back with you in a few minutes. I need to give a potion to fix his nose."

Hermione sighed in a bit of relief. Why was she so worried?

The second year walked away as Hermione and Madame Pomfrey walked over to Malfoy.

He took the potion Pomfrey handed him and sputtered.

"Alright, after the pain goes away, so may you. Do be more careful."

And with that she left.

"What did you say to Harry?"

He just rolled his eyes.

"Nothing that concerns you. He's a stupid wan…"

"Silencio!" she said quickly, and then continued,

"Do you ever shut up? Now, while I have your attention, I know you said something to Harry that set him off, and right at this moment, I don't care. You are partly responsible for this. But that is no excuse for hitting you and calling you a…a Death Eater."

Draco was shocked. Was sticking up for him?

"I don't believe you are one and since neither Harry nor Ron will apologize for it…"

He saw her scrunch up her nose in difficulty, disbelief, and even disgust.

"I guess I have to. I am…sorry that Harry punched you."

"By the way Malfoy, you're welcome."

She removed the spell, awaiting a barrage of foul language, but it didn't come. A moment of stony silence

"If you do that again, you are going to need a bed here."

"Oh please. We'd better get back."

A/N: All right, another chapter, another day. Now I need to ask you, the reader(s), a very important question. Do you think this story is boring? I can take whatever you give me and don't worry about letting loose. Your flames are warmly welcomed!