A/N: Here's another chapter! To anyone that is reading my other story - sorry that it is taking me so long to update!! It's a mixture of writer's block and just being busy. Some Scientist or somesuch needs to invent a cure for writer's block. It seems to be an alarmingly common problem.

"You may go now, Mr. Malfoy." Poppy Pomfrey walked out of her office and to the side of Draco's Infirmary bed. She'd had quite enough of his whining and moaning for one day.

"What?" Draco squeaked indignantly. 'I've just had three cracked ribs and you're already sending me out? That's ridiculous!"

Madame Pomfrey started collecting the various bottles and powders from the table by his bed. "I'm sure that your ribs are perfectly healed by now. You'll be sore for a while, probably a couple of days. But all of your bones are whole again." She used her tone that said that she would not tolerate talking back. Apparently it was good, because even people like Malfoy listened.

Draco sat up slowly and held both arms tightly across his chest. With a small whimper he glared accusingly at Madame Pomfrey who just smiled briefly at him before walking a few beds down and stopping next to George, who was still unconscious.

"I'll never understand why people feel so compelled to continue playing that game. Where's the glory in chasing a few balls around the sky and getting yourself knocked off a broom," she muttered to herself while parting his hair to check the side of his head again.

There had been many visitors for George earlier that day, but most had left or been kicked out by Madame Pomfrey. The only ones left were Harry Potter and the other Weasley children, all sitting on chairs around George's bed.

"Well," she started, turning to her patient's twin, "his skull is completely healed. It looks like everything is back to normal. He's lucky, really. That Bludger could have done a lot of permanent damage."

Fred looked up from George and smiled at her. "Thank you, ma'am." He said simply.

She smiled back at him. The Weasley Twins had always been polite to her during their many stays in the Hospital Wing. "And now that you all know that your brother is going to be alright, it's time for you to go to your Common Room for bed." She held up a hand as protests started. "It's late and obviously it's been a long day. Now out, all of you. You as well, Draco."

Draco grimaced and stood up painfully slowly, receiving many simmering glares from the other four students leaving the room. As soon as they exited the Infirmary, Fred and Ron cornered Draco against the door.

"So, Malfoy, why'd your team go after George." Fred said quietly.

"I had nothing to do with it, Weasley. I haven't got a clue why they would waste they're time on getting someone as completely worthless as him out of the game." Draco replied, not so quietly. "And I'd appreciate you keeping your filthy hands off me, before you injure me again" he said, looking down to where Fred had grabbed the front of his robes.

"Come on you two, let's just drop it, before someone hears." Ginny urged, pulling on Fred's shoulder.

"But, Ginny," Ron said, "he -"

"She's right Ron." Harry shrugged. "Let's just go to the Common Room. George will be awake in the morning."

Draco stared Fred down until he left down the hall with the rest of his siblings.

Then he finally took a breath. This could definitely be classified as one of the most horrible days of his life. Or, at least, that was how he felt at the time. For a second time, he had lost to Gryffindor, and now he had to go back to the Common Room and deal with all of his housemate's glares.

Draco sulked his way to the Slytherin Common Room and hesitated before opening the door. It was amazing how fast Slytherins could start to hate you when you messed up. Finally, he got up his nerve and walked inside. Much to his joy, everyone else had gone to bed. meaning it was either later than he thought, or they had taken the loss very badly. Either way, he had the Common Room to himself. He lounged on a couch facing the fire and re-ran his plans for the next day through his head. He would have plenty of time to make it to potions early - and then he would finally give Potter what he deserved. Yeah….

Fred lay awake in bed. Something felt wrong. George had been in the Infirmary overnight before, and Fred had been fine, but this time, it just wasn't right. And that wasn't something Fred could ignore.

Quietly, he pulled a red, somewhat worn jumper on over his pyjama top and crept out of his room and down the stairs. He was well trained at moving quietly through the halls - four years of trouble-making at Hogwarts can give you that. He slipped in through the door of the Infirmary and walked to George's bed. Thankfully, the other students had been keeping out of injury, leaving the Hospital Wing was empty besides the two of them.

Fred pulled a chair next to his brother's bed and sat down. He already felt better, though something still seemed off, like this was just not a good night. It must just be the stress from the game and maybe something from that fall off his broom.

Fred leaned his head back against the chair, yawned, then completely relaxed. He hadn't realized how tired he was until he sat down. In fact, he was so tired that, that he might just…you know…just…fall…aslee……

His head rolled onto his shoulder and his breathing evened out. But no sooner had Fred fallen asleep than something else entered the room. A small, black beetle-like creature squeezed through the crack under the door and crawled toward the smell of a fresh meal.

"MEYOW!"

Draco woke with a jump and fell off of the couch. He had fallen asleep thinking about his plans for Potter, so how the hell had he ended up dreaming about Miss Prissy's ghost chasing him through the dungeons?! He rubbed his face and stood up, then walked sleepily to his room. Hopefully there would be less nightmares in his own bed

Draco sat on the edge of the bed and crawled into his blankets, already thinking happy thoughts about poisoning Harry Potter. And on that thought, he really should check on the creature again before he went to sleep.

Malfoy practically rolled off the bed and reached underneath it to the spot behind his trunk where he had left the cage. It wasn't there.

Draco stuck his head under the bed and reached in further. This was not good. What if someone had found the creature and taken it to a Professor? The panic accompanied by that thought caused him to crawl completely under his bed and feel around. Then finally, he found the cage. Malfoy let out a very loud sigh of relief and crawled back onto his bed with the cage in his hand.

That was close. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened if -

Draco caught his breath and tried not to scream. The creature was once again not in it's cage.

The hideous creature's legs clicked as it scuttled quickly across the cold floor, making steady progress toward the sleeping twins. It crawled through the room, stopping next to the foot of George's bed. Sniffing the air and the ground, it searched for more of the smell that it had gotten at the door.

Slowly, it crept across Fred's foot, it's pointed legs making prints on his bare skin. The creature continued along the floor, then grabbed a bit of the blanket that was hanging to the floor and crawled up, onto the bed. Yes. Here was a lot of the smell.

Draco ran through the halls carrying the creature's empty cage. After frantically searching his dorm room and the Common Room without finding anything, he had remembered that the creature would be following his scent, and who knew how long it had been out? The only thing to do would be re-trace his steps as quickly as possible. First destination, the Hospital wing.

The creature walked across the blankets, up George's arm and across his shoulder. There, it raised it's fangs, and sank them both deep into the side of it's victim's neck.

Draco ran through the infirmary doors just in time to see the creature take a bite out of George.
He stifled a shriek and grabbed it, throwing it into the cage, then stopped and realized what had just happened. George Weasley was infected? What did that mean? What would happen now?

He didn't have any more time to think though, Fred was waking up. Draco looked around, panicked. He needed someplace to hide, fast! He dropped to the ground and pulled himself under George's bed, hardly breathing.

Fred opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head. It took him a couple of moments to remember where he was and why. He rubbed his neck, sore from sleeping sitting up.

Maybe he should go back to his room, before Pomfrey comes in the morning? He thought about it. He still didn't know why, but he didn't want to leave George. So he wouldn't.

He stood and took a blanket from the bed next to George's, not knowing of course that in doing so he had almost stepped on a petrified Draco Malfoy's fingers. Fred pulled his brother's blanket up over his shoulders before sitting down again. Then he pulled his legs up onto the chair and rested his forehead on his knees. Within the next minute he was snoring peacefully.

Draco slid out from under the bed as soon as he was sure that Fred was asleep and crept to the door. Once outside, he slid down the wall with his eyes tightly shut. What was he supposed to do now? He raised a shaky hand to his tight throat as he realized the predicament he was in. He had never imagined something like this happening. Especially to a Weasley! His eyes stung. Now the entire Weasley family would be involved.

But everything could go as planned, right? Draco angrily pushed a tear off his cheek. If he can use it on Potter, he can use it on a Weasley! Tomorrow, he'd put the creature in Potter's desk like normal. He'd just have two shows to watch.

But then, it might be a good idea to wait and see what happens. If more than one person was acting different, it would look more like a disease and that would be very suspicious. Draco stood and wiped off his face. Right, he would wait until he knew what this mood-changing looked like and then decide what happens with Potter.

Before he got back in bed he put the cage in his small trunk, then put his small trunk in his large trunk, and then pushed it all far under his bed. That creature would not escape again.

Now Draco just had to concentrate on making sure that tomorrow he did not look suspicious when things got strange.

GAH! GEORGE!! What do you think will happen to our poor redheads next?? Please keep reviewing! It makes it so much easier for me to keep writing. Honestly, people don't review and I start getting paranoid that they don't like it.