Black and White

-DICLASIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. ALL FROM J.K. ROWLING

EXCEPT MELODY!-

I noticed I was in one of the hospital beds. What felt like a month after, but everyone was still there and in the same clothes.

Harry had woken up too.

"What the bloody-hell was all that about!" Ron cried. "Snape left, thank god, but you were thrashing about for hours on and off!"

"What did I say?" I asked worried.

"Nothing it was just screams."

I sighed and looked around.

"Malfoy was here." said Hermione, blushing a bit as she spoke. "He worried when you didn't come right back and…" she trailed off.

I felt my face go hot.

"What happened Hermione!" I demanded in French.

"He cried, okay!" she blurted.

"He left to pull himself together he told me, when Ron went off to the bathroom, that he loved you and wanted to know the moment you got up."

I felt my breath leave me for a moment. He loves me and told Hermione it!

I blushed and smirked. Then I turned to Harry, and spoke in parseltounge "Did git say anything to you?"

He shook his head; I knew they didn't like him here or near me but he was the reason I prised myself from them for so long in the first place.

"Voldemort came back didn't he?" I asked Harry again, he nodded.

"He killed my parents too, Harry. Relative or not, if it comes to war I'm going to avenge our parents!"

He smiled weakly; he turned over and fell asleep.

Ron was angry he was left out of the privet conversations. "What the hell, can I please be filled in!"

I smiled, "You already know. I just asked Hermione and Harry the same so I get to know everyone's side without lies or interruptions."

Ron smiled a bit knowing this.

"Mad-eye was really an old You-Know-Who supporter by the way." his face fell a bit "Named Barty Crouch Junior."

I smirked.

"Happy you didn't make that bet now?" I nagged.

He smiled again. "No, not really. Anything to get rid of him."

Draco came into the room right then.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Ron muttered darkly.

I smiled at Draco and he smiled back.

Hermione went to 'talk to Madame Pomfrey' and to Ron's dislike went too.

I felt myself flush when we were alone; Draco pulled the separator so we'd truly be alone.

He lay next to me and smiled sheepishly. My hand found his and he held it.

I felt a tear streak down my face, I was so angry at myself because I hurt him by getting myself placed in a hospital bed.

He wiped away my tears and smiled calmly. "It's alright."

I then saw a flash in his eyes and across the room from behind me. I looked around fearing the worst but instead saw a star shooting through the sky.

"Make a wish." he said from behind me.

I thought about what I wanted. I had Draco, I had friends that were like my family, and I had a good education and was smart.

It took me a second then I thought about what I wanted and whispered it to the wind. "I wish that Voldemort won't harm or kill anyone else I love or the people that they love in the coming years."

The star left the horizon and I felt fear stab at my chest.

I went back to my bed and I held Draco's hand thinking about what his wish was and if either of ours would come true.

I felt my mind slip for a moment as I gazed into his eyes; they were so blue right now it startled me into hypnosis. I smiled for a moment and I saw my half-glazed look appear in his eyes too and couldn't help but giggle.

He leaned forward a bit but then.

"AHEM!"

I looked, it was Ron.

"Oh, hi, Ronald." I said angrily. "What's your problem? Miss your cycle!"

Draco stuffed his fist into his mouth to shuffle his laughter. Ron look confused. At his scrunched up expression Hermione fell onto the bed next to me in fits of laughter also.

"You've got to love a girl with a sense of humour." said a chuckling voice.

I looked.

"Sirius!" I hissed.

"Hello." he said regretting talking because Hermione looked like a very crazy Mrs. Weasley right now.

"SIRIUS!" she hissed. "What the HELL! You aren't supposed to be here!"

We gazed at Draco who was paler than usual. "Hold on. Is this really Sirius Black the Mass-Murderer?"

"No!" I said. "This is Sirius Black, my best friend."

"But, he's-"

"I know who and what he is. He didn't kill those people years ago. Peter Pettigrew did, not him."

"Oh." said Draco half-understanding.

I smiled and then tried not to and started bushing.

"What?" he asked.

I reddened some more. "You just look cute when you don't understand some things."

Ron clutched at his mouth and stomach like he was going to throw up.

"Um…sorry." said Harry suddenly. "But I prefer your definition of cute not being proclaimed beside my sick bed. Or you not to define it so I'll get better faster."

"Here, here." Ron said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Would you like me fetch your definitions of cute, so that we see your face go from normal to the colour of Ron's hair in a heart-beat?" I taunted and Harry's face fell.

"No, neither one!"

I smirked, "Then allow a little freedom of speech here. I'm not your sister."

Sirius smiled, "Spoken with the true pride of a big-headed pure-blood." He joked.

"Hey!" said Draco.

"Don't worry." I reassured. "His parents weren't the kindest. And he can't believe that I'm not an arse about my ancestry like everyone else out there."

"Oh yea." He looked Sirius up and down. "My mom said you're her cousin. Weren't you disowned for running away?"

"Yea." said Sirius with a depressed look. "I'm surprised Narcissa remembered me."

"Yeah she told me about you last year when you got out of Azkaban."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence which was broken by the door being rapped upon.

Sirius was instantly the black dog and in strode Madame Pomfrey.

"Out you three!" she snapped at Ron, Hermione and Draco.

I then fell asleep waiting for morning.