Draco peered into the potions room of the hospital, watching Kagome drop something into the cauldron and stir, watching the potion carefully.
"Oh I think I've got it!" Kagome squealed.
Looking down excitedly she jumped when the potion exploded making her groan.
"Were you even any good at potions?" Draco asked, walking into the room.
Kagome tugged her outer robes off and wiped her face off with the inside. "Yeah, that was before I got to the real world and had to figure it out on my own."
"Why not write to Professor Snap—Slughorn. Maybe he knows something."
Kagome glanced up as she dropped her robe onto the table next to her. "Yeah… Are you… Are you alright?"
Draco looked up from examining her failed potion and crossed his arms. "I'm fine, why do you care anyway?"
"Because it's obvious you don't get the concern everyone else receives, it's hard to imagine that a former Slytherin let alone one from the Malfoy family feels anything other than hatred towards those of us that fought against the Death Eaters." Kagome explained.
"So you're pitying me." Draco seethed.
Kagome rolled her eyes and propped her hip against the table, her own arms crossing in agitation. "Stop being such a git, why is it so hard for you to understand that not everyone hates you? Our side wasn't the only one that lost loved ones."
Draco huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're not going to stop are you?"
Dropping his arms, Draco watched a smile form slowly, "no, I'm a Ravenclaw you didn't give me an appealing reason to give up."
"You're wasting your time." Draco mumbled.