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Okay. Well here's the 6th chapter. A bit more angsty than the past few.

Hope you enjoy.

"Only five more months.." Hermione groaned to Ron.

Ron lay lazily on his bed; Hermione leaned against the bedpost.

"Yeah. Kind of exciting, eh?" He smiled half-heartedly. She nodded glumly.

"Yeah. I suppose.." Her tone was soft and sad.

Ron frowned.

"Something wrong?"

"Why won't you talk to Harry?" She blurted out. Ron frowned at her, sitting up. Her cheeks went pink.

"Why do you care?" He demanded.

"We-well. I uh, I just wanted to know. He misses you, Ron.. He needs his best friend.." She told him. Ron gritted his teeth and stood up in front of her.

"Oh. I'm sure he does. Damn fag. God. Why the hell do you hang around him? Does he give you fashion tips?" Ron mocked a gay voice. Hermione scowled.

"I don't know what the hell your problem is, but Ron, grow the fuck up." Hermione never cursed, and Ron knew she was pissed. His face got red as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"You filthy little mudblood whore! Don't tell me what to do. You know nothing about what I've been going through I-"

"-You've been the 'big man on campus'. The little whores hang all over you. The jerks adore you. All because you fucked me. All because you told me you loved me, and I believed you. That's what you've been going though, Ron. And you know it. Bastard.." She muttered the last part.

Ron growled and then swiftly struck her.

She lost her balance, and fell to the floor. Ron stormed out of the dorm leaving Hermione to sob. Coincidentally, Harry too was sitting on the floor. But instead of tears, blood flowed from his nose.

A bloody nose and a dizzy head were the results of the collision between Harry and the unexpected wall. The wall seemed to have won.

Dazed on the floor, Harry held the skin on the bridge of his nose in attempt to stop the bleeding. It didn't do anything, but he thought it would. His shirt was blood soaked down the center and there were traces of blood on his black pants as well.

He sat still for sometime, staring blankly out of the window parallel to him and his now bruising nose. The sun was setting slowly as if not wanting to leave Harry alone. But it didn't have to, because soon enough a platinum blonde boy with perfectly manicured nails came to his rescue.

Harry had lost quite a lot of blood due to the injury to his nasal area, and he was completely delirious when the young Malfoy found him.

At first Malfoy hadn't a clue what Potter was doing on the floor. He didn't notice at first the steady blood flow from his nose. All he knew was that he'd be better off if he just kept walking. Draco had made a point as to avoid Harry so far, and he didn't want to stop now.

But as Draco passed Harry, being able to see his face more closely, Draco knew he had to do something. He took a deep breath and replaced his worried look with a scowl. He was a Malfoy after all. He needed some dignity.

"Potter. What in the bloody hell are you doing? You're bleeding all over the damn castle.."

Draco's tone was up to it's old Malfoy self but when Harry replied by passing out, Draco felt his heart wrench. In a crumpled heap on the floor, was the boy of Draco's dreams.

Draco slapped a hand to his pale forehead, as he began to pace back and forth.

"Oh shit. This is just great. If I don't take him to the bloody infirmary, he'll die a fucking blood loss. If I take him, I not only risk being seen, but I risk accusations that I caused this damage.." Draco fumed as he paced in front of the unconscious Harry. He risked a glance at the no-longer breathing boy and felt as if someone were tugging on the back of his navel, and then released a thousand butterflies inside of him.

Draco's now strangely bright eyes roamed over Harry's crumpled figure. His lips were slightly parted, eyes closed, glasses askew and arms in a tangled mess of robes. Arms that held Draco oh so long ago. Well, it seemed long ago even if it were only a month.. Draco longed to be held by those arms..

Coming to sudden realization of his own thoughts, Malfoy promptly struck his own cheek leaving a light pink mark.

Draco knew that he was the one going to have to do the holding. To have Harry in his arms instead.

Sighing rather over-dramatically, Draco doubled over and got Harry under the knees and lower back.

"Lift with the knees, Draco. Come on." Draco told himself sternly.

Finally Harry was suspended in Draco's arms. Only after the raven-haired boy was lifted, did Draco remember that he could have used 'Locomotor Mortis'. Scowling, he now was determined to get to the Hospital Wing.

Draco hoped dearly that determination was enough to get him to the Hospital Wing, with himself and Harry still in one piece.

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The sun was down completely, so why was it so hot? Draco groaned as he stumbled, Harry in his arms. It was almost more than Draco could bear.

He ached from head to toe, Harry seemed to slowly be getting heavier and worst of all, he was sweating! Malfoy's don't sweat! Or at least, they didn't.

Draco's hair had come loose from it usual slicked back style and was framing the pale boys face.

He was almost in tears when he finally reached the Hospital Wing.

Madame Pomfry was hysterical when Harry was brought in. Draco assumed it was a mix of PMS and lack of sleep, but he couldn't quite tell.

Madame Pomfry snatched Harry away from Draco almost violently. She eyed Draco before shooing him out of the infirmary.

Out in the halls, Draco leaned against a cool stonewall and slid down to a sitting position. He didn't seem to have the mental or physical capabilities to move. Closing his eyes, he slipped into a paper-thin sleep, images of Harry flashing in his mind.

Okay guys. So, RR please!

Input is always welcome. Anything you'd like to see happen? Any ideas?

By the way before I get yelled at for how Ron was acting, just level with him. He's going to be a father, his best friend just seemed to have turned gay, and he's getting a lot of new attention he's not used to. )

Love you guys!

Paige