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"There you are Ms. Weasley."

"Sorry it took so long." Ginny apologized. She had left nearly an hour ago to get showered and changed.

"Not at all, dear. I have a meeting at St. Mungo's in a little bit. Can you hold down the fort while I'm gone?"

"Of course, Madame."

"Good. And see if you can't get Malfoy to eat something. He's been an absolute horror all day."

"I heard that!" Malfoy called indignantly from behind the curtain.

Ginny smiled. "I'll see what I can do. How is he?"

"Better. The medicine is working; he is perfectly healed, though I expect he'll be too exhausted to move around much for a while."

Her smile brightened slightly.

The nurse returned her smile. "Goodbye, Ginny." Then called, "Goodbye, Mister Malfoy."

He grunted in return as she left. Ginny was already bustling around the infirmary preparing his medicine, which she brought to him a moment later along with his lunch. He, frowning at the food, accepted the medicine and pushed away the food. Beside his bed was another tray of food, which didn't seem to have been touched at all.

"Have you not eaten?"

"Nope." He said, popping the pill into his mouth. "I refuse to eat that crap."

"You'll never get better if you don't eat."

"That stuff's more likely to make it worse."

"You never make things easy do you?"

"No. Besides, it's your fault I'm in here anyway."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Your precious Potter made me fall."

"And that makes it my fault?"

"By association, yes."

"Well that hardly seems fair."

"Life's not always fair. Get used to it."

"Well in that case, I blame you for global warming."

"And world hunger, too?"

"No, you're not eating, remember? I guess I could, however, blame you for the increase of anorexia in teenaged girls."

"Well with that kind of logic…how can I argue?"

She frowned. "You have to eat."

"No I don't."

"Would you eat if it wasn't hospital food?"

"No, I'm on a hunger strike to promote freaking world peace."

"I'm going to assume that was a yes. Can you sit up?"

"I broke my freaking back! What do you think?"

"I think you've developed a weird emotional attachment to the word freaking. Here, give you your arm." Hesitantly he did as he was told. She wrapped his arm around her neck and hoisted him carefully up into a sitting position. Then, with great care, she helped settle him in a wheelchair.

"I feel like an idiot."

"Pride isn't everything." She said, pushing him through the infirmary doors.

"Can't I just walk?"

"You said only a minute ago that you couldn't even sit up. How do you expect to walk?"

"I don't, but anything has to be less humiliating then this. Maybe I could just crawl around for an hour or so."

"You should be able to walk by tomorrow."

"Yippee."

"Don't be a prat."

"Where are we going?"

"To get you food." She continued walking until she reached a very familiar portrait and stopped, looking slightly irked.

"It's the pear, Weasley." He said, annoyed.

"I know how to open the freaking door." She snapped. It was only then that he saw the problem. Weasley wasn't exceptionally short, but then again, neither was the portrait. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for the pear, but it just exceeded her grasp.

He laughed.

"Shut up."

"How did you ever manage to get in before?" He couldn't help his laughing.

"Harry. Or Ron. They always do it for me."

His chuckling subsiding, he pulled out his wand. "Don't worry, Weasley, I'm not going to hex you. Wingardium Leviosa!"

She was lifted slightly off the ground, high enough to reach the fruit that had eluded her. She giggled slightly, before letting her fingers trail across the pink fruit. As soon as the door opened he, not so gently, dropped her on the ground.

She barely caught herself, but smiled brightly at him as she took the handles of the wheelchair and pushed it through the passage that had just opened.

"Wow. Do my eyes deceive me, or did Draco Malfoy just do something kind for once?"

"I see it as more mutual need then kindness. You needed to open the door and I needed to eat. We're kind of like those cleaner fish and the sharks."

"As brilliant as I'm sure that was, I fail to get the comparison."

"You know those fish that latch onto sharks and eat all the dirt and parasites off their skin? The shark stays healthy and the fish gets a free meal."

"Ohh I get it… Am I the fish or the shark?"

He rolled his eyes. "And what happens if the fish gets too annoying? The shark eats it."

"I'm not sure that's scientifically accurate…"

"Weasley, do you know what a metaphor is?"

"Sure I do. It's a comparison."

"How about a rhetorical question, then?"

"Of course. It's a question that's not meant to be answered. Oh wait…was that a rhetorical question?"

"Do you work hard at being this stupid or does it just come naturally?"

She smiled. "Well, since I certainly wasn't aware I was being stupid so it must just come naturally. Because wouldn't I know if I were working at it?"

"That, Weasley, was a rhetorical question."

She smiled happily at him. It was obvious she had gotten under his skin. She could be quite annoying when she felt like it and she felt like it right now.

A small, gnarled house elf walked up. "Hello, Miss Wheezy." It said, tennis ball eyes gleaming with unconcealed admiration. "Can sir help you with something?"

"May I just have the usual please, Moddie?"

"Of course! Would sir like something?" It asked Draco.

"Ahh…no. I'm sure Miss Wheezy would be kind enough to share."

She sighed. He could be just as annoying as she could and he intended to prove it.

"Sure…whatever. Moddie? Would you be so kind as to bring two sets of silverware, please?"

"Sure! I will be right back, I will."

"Thank you." She called, as it scurried off to make whatever Weasley's usual was.

"You don't have to be polite to it, Weasley. This is its job, you know."

"This may be its job but that doesn't give anyone the right to treat it like property. It-he- isn't a slave."

"Whatever."

It was a very uncomfortable ten minutes while they waited for the elf to return. It had never taken this long to prepare Draco's food before, whichled him to wondering what exactly he had volunteered himself to eat.

"Here I is. I told you I'd be back." The creature's voice announced as he entered.

"Oh my gosh, it multiplied." He murmured to himself. There were now at least five other almost identical creatures, all carrying platters of food, standing at the kitchen door.

"Weasley, what is all this?"

"This," She said, gesturing happily to the food, "Is the usual."

The elves set down the food and exited, after the girl had assured them they weren't in need of anything else. He examined the plates. Ham and pineapple pizza, sauce less pasta served only with butter and a side of bacon, Oreo's and a jar of peanut butter, scrambled eggs, two bowls full of what appeared to be chocolate chip cookie dough, and nameless other oddities. Did Weasley eat anything normal?

"This is the usual? For what, the whole school?"

"Of course not." She replied while dipping a chocolate cookie into the jar of peanut butter and eating it whole. "Just for me."

"That's disgusting."

"No it's not. Have you ever tried it?"

He shook his head. "I don't intend to either. Do you know how unhealthy that is?"

"No, and please don't tell me. I don't want to know."

"That's chocolate covered death. Do you know how much fat is in one of those things?"

"I don't really care. I'd rather die fat and happy then skinny and miserable anyways."

"How wonderful for you."

"Have you ever, in your entire life, said something not dripping with sarcasm?"

"I was completely sincere when I called you stupid."

"Thanks."

"Don't ask for the truth if you can't handle it."

"You know, it's not smart to insult the girl who's pushing the wheelchair."

"You would use my disability to cause me pain? How very Slytherin of you."

"Are you going to eat or not?"

He grimaced and grabbed the nearest plate, which was piled high with what appeared to be bologna topped with whipped cream.

"Here goes nothing." He took a bite, before reaching for a napkin and spitting it out in a very undignified manner. "That," He said, pushing the plate away, "Was the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted."

She laughed, not the high, feminine squeal Pansy always demonstrated, but instead a deep, throaty laugh, resonating in her stomach.

"The look on your face was priceless!"

"I'm glad you find my discomfort so amusing."

"I do. I really do." She giggled. He gave her a sour look and she sobered slightly. "Here, try this."

She offered him a bowl filled with macaroni and cheese.

"What's the red stuff in it?" He inquired skeptically. He sniffed the bowl, lowering it quickly with a look of puredisgust.

"Hot sauce."

"That is wrong on so many levels."

"Just try it. It's spicy."

He raised the fork to his mouth and murmured, "Somehow I think I'm going to regret this," before gulping down the whole bite.

"Narcissa! Narcissa!"

She, squirt billowing around her legs, ran into the room. "Yes Lucius? Is something wrong?"

"Do you know what this is? Weather? Classes? Since when does Severus Snape write of such frivolous things? Small talk! It's all small talk!"

"I asked him to, dear." She said, putting a solacing hand on her husband's arm. "I asked him to write me to inform us of…Draco's performance. I wouldn't want our dear son to run with the wrong crowds, would you?'

The blond man narrowed his eyes at her. "Is he? Is Draco associating with the enemy?"

"No, not as of now, love. But, as our dear Lord always says, constant vigilance is never unwise. If our son should for any reason betray us, I want to be the first to know. Besides, that school is horrid. I always fear for his safety when he's there."

Her husband smiled and she knew she had given him the right answer. He even laughed at her.

"Poor, dear Narcissa, always fretting about the Cause. Don't worry, darling, our son is well watched. Stop this foolishness at once"

She paused. Was he forbidding her to continue communicating with Severus? Could he suspect? That wouldn't do at all.

"Well watched! By whom?" She demanded, faking haughtiness

"Crabbe and Goyle. Senior, of course."

"Idiots. Loyal, and important to the Cause, but fools nonetheless."

She encircled him in her arms. "Lucius, he is after all your son." She whispered into his ear. Flattery did what sane words could not. "Do you have any doubt that should he chose to, he could defeat a million Crabbes and a million Goyles with one flick of his wand?"

He smiled at his lovely wife. "Fine, if it puts your mind at ease, you may continue you're little letters. My wife, the spy."

He had no idea how true that was.

When she was sure he suspected nothing, she sneaked upstairs with Severus's letter in hand. She locked the door behind her as she entered her private study. Quickly fetching her quill, she read the letter. Then, once she had memorized its contents, she began counting.

"One…two…three…" When she reached ten she underlined the word. "Draco. One…two…five…seven… ten."

Dear Narcissa,

I hope this finds you in good heath, dearest. Draco sends his warmest regards. Here at the castle it is quite cool (unseasonable for this month). However, Draco seems taken with it. He enjoys all his classes, save his Care of Magical Creatures, horrid as it is. He's head of all his classes, next to Granger. He seems to meet every challenge thrown at him, which very much reminds me of someone else I know. Like his parents he's at the top of the Slytherin hierarchy. His first official Hogsmeade weekend is coming, I expect he'll ask Pansy Parkinson tomorrow to go with him. I don't envy him the night he'll have to spend with her. I must go.

Fondest Regards,

Severus Snape

"Draco is taken care of," She read aloud, letting out a sigh of relief without realizing it. That must mean the boy had found a place to stay over the holiday. She skimmed the rest a second time. She turned the letter over. It was dated the seventeenth. Today was only Saturday the ninth. She shook her head in silent admiration as she threw the paper into the fireplace. Severus never ceased to amaze her.

"Weasley. Get up, Weasley."

"Hmmm…?"

"Weasley!"

"Shove off, Ron."

"I'm not Ron."

"Charlie, Fred, George, whoever you are."

"I'm not any of your stupid Weasel brothers. Open your eyes."

She did as she was told, the brightness of the daylight burning her eyes. Her whole body ached from the hard hospital chairs.

"Malfoy?" He was standing over her looking impatient.

"I'm leaving."

"Hmmm?"

"I'm leaving and I need my last dose of medicine."

"You're walking?"

"Obviously."

"Okay, okay give me a minute." She rolled over and closed her eyes.

"Oh no you don't Weasley. I can't get out of here until you give me that stupid medicine."

"Fine. Fine." She stood up and went to get his medication. He took it, grimacing.

"I'm out of here. See you Saturday, Weasley." He said, turning to leave.

"Wait…what's Saturday?"

"C'est la Vie. Noon."

She stiffened, attempting to look recalcitrant. "And if I simply refuse to come?"

"I think you'll find my…charm irresistible."

Next chapter is the resturaunt. SorryI didn't put it in this chapter, i just liked the way this one ended too much to add more. Sorry!

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