And... here is the 3rd chapter

Chapter three: Hospital Hospitality

By the way Lilith is a Mesopotamian female demon who is associated with wind and was thought to be a bearer of disease, illness, and death. Erato is the muse of lyric poetry especially love and erotic poetry. And Eryx is a genus of snakes commonly known as the sand boa. Just thought I would fill you in, and you may think these names are weird but remember she is a slytherin and a pure blood.

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Hospital Wing

Lilith Erato Eryx was pissed. No she was more than pissed, Lee was in a great rage and was going to make her namesake proud.

Currently she was sitting at her best friend's bedside waiting for him to wake up so she could do damage control. Madame Pomfrey took four hours to stabilize him. That was four fucking hours of waiting.

Waiting to see if her friend lived or died. It was the most agonizing thing she had ever been through in her entire life. Severus was there aswell keeping her sane, by keeping calm and telling her to stop worrying and to stop tapping her foot before she made everyone crazy. Believe it or not that helped.

She had told everyone that Draco and her had been practicing spells for DADA in the bathroom when she left for a moment to get a book and when she returned he was like that. No one believed a word but they didn't protest. It seemed nobody else wanted to think that someone in Hogwarts would do something like this. Severus saw through her lies and by his gaze she could tell he would want answers. They would have to wait though, because once she was sure Draco was ok, she would go after Harry Potter and he would pay.

Gryffindor Dorms

Harry Potter could not sleep. His mind, no scratch that his entire being was a wreck of emotions. He felt guilt and worry most of all. What if he had killed Draco? What if Draco told on him? What if...What if...What if...What if...What if...What if... His mind would not stop them. The 'what if's were going to drive him insane. He just knew one way or another tomorrow was going to suck.

Hospital Wing

Even before Draco could even think a coherent thought it hurt. His heart, soul, and body all hurt so bad. He remembered why too, it was because of Harry. He shook his head mentally because he knew it would hurt even more if he did it physically and forced his eyes open.

Lee had never been more relieved in her life. Draco had just opened his eyes and she barely held back her scream of delight. The nurse chose that moment to burst in and start shoving potions down Draco's throat to make him sleep again, but that was ok, because Draco was ok and now she would get her revenge. Giving a slight nod to Severus who understood thankfully and nodded back she left the room, but only after making sure Draco was all of the way asleep. She knew Severus could look after him. Casting a quick tempus, which reviels that it is 7:12 in the morning the Slytherin girl forms a plan.

In all reality it wasn't that ingenious. She knew that the Gryffindor would be racked with guilt and would avoid his friends so she just waited until he came out of the portrait alone and cast a quick stupefy and then dragged him to an empty classroom. She didn't fight fair or give him a chance she just starting beating on him, and she beat on him until she was sure it was enough. (which was about four hours later) Then she healed him just enough to stop the bleeding, disillusioned herself and took him to the hospital wing, making sure he got a nice bed right beside Draco. It wasn't satisfying and it wasn't enjoyable but it had to be done. Harry would have been racked with guilt otherwise, and she would have never been able to forgive Harry, neither would have Snape or his friends if they ever find out. Writing a quick note to Harry, Lee leaves Harry's side and closes the curtains around him. Then she climbs into Draco's bed and holds him until she falls asleep.

2 days later...

Harry awoke to laughter right next to him. At first he thought it was his friends but when he opened his eyes he foud himself alone and only the shadows of people in the next bed could be seen. He was in the hospital wing? How did he get here? He felt fine, maybe a little sore but he could of gotten that from sleeping nothing big. Then he remembered. He remembered hurting Malfoy and then running and Malfoy's friend, that girl, coming and beating the living piss out of him. He wasn't angry that she did it, hell he wasn't angry at all, he was grateful really. In some twisted sort of way it made him feel better.

Sitting up he goes to rub his eyes, but gets distracted by the crumpled peice of paper in his fist. Opening he finds that it says,

Dear Harry,

I hope you understand why I did this to you. This was your penance, your debt to us. As of now you owe us nothing,

I hope that we can have a fresh start that is not out of pity for your deed.

Lee

P.S. If you would like you could join us, Draco and I are in the next bed over.

Oddly enough the letter made more sense than his brain did so he open his curtain and walked the two steps to the bed next to his. Unfortunately that is as far as he got. He was too nervous to go any further.

With Draco

Surprisingly their was nothing but laughter coming from this make-shift room. Lee had just started to read the 'Get Well Soon' card Pansy sent Draco and she could hardly breath it was so ridiculous. Draco was still laughing so he didn't notice the shadow of a figure next to the bed. Lilith did so she stood and pulled the curtains back to reveal a very nervous looking little gryffindor without his glasses on squinting his eyes. He looked so cute she had to giggle a bit before she grabbed his glasses and hands them to him. He blushes a bit but puts them on and she invites him inside and it is more than awkward as he sits on the bed. The make-shift room has gone silent. Lee was glad to see that the Gryffindor had healed nicely and had no permanent damage.

"'Lo Harry, we were just reading a letter that our dear Pansy sent, what was the name she used," picking up the letter she laughs a bit then reads, "Her little Drakey-Wakey-Poo," she laughs a bit more and the others join in for a little chuckle. Casting a tempus she sees that it is time for breakfast so, bidding farewell to them and leaves the very odd pair, spelling Harry's bed on his way out.

Hallway

Rod and Hermione were in another argument Ron wanted to go see Harry again, but Hermione reasoned that since he was asleep when they checked before breakfast he would most likely be asleep after breakfast. Unfortunately they ended up heading there anyway mostly because Ron tried to tell Hermione that if she really cared about Harry it wouldn't hurt to check.

It was then that they saw the mysterious girl, that had been plaguing Hermione's conscience ever since that day in the hall. For some reason Hermione had never seen her before and that usually never happens. She wasn't a new student, she had checked, she was just a nice quiet girl in slytherin. That was what her sources had told her.

She was remarkably beautiful Hermione had to admit. Right now her hair was done in a sloppy bun and she was rubbing her tired looking eyes with her fists like a child, but she was still beautiful.

Ignoring her heartbeat racing and her face flushing she keeps walking. She squishes down the feeling to say good morning, or anything really, and Hermione just keeps walking. Luckily though Lilith says something instead.

"If your going to see Harry, I just came from there and he was still asleep," Lee hadn't even looked at Ron she had just looked into Hermione's eyes. Neither of them notice Ron splutter incoherent words and rant about who knows what. Lee just gave a slight nod and a small smile then went on her way. She never even had a chance to prepare herself for what came next.


Sorry for the cliff hanger, but I have to go to school. I just wanted to get this one out right away this morning