As i hobbled out of the ward, i realised i had absolutely no idea what the time was. Madam Pomfrey had insisted on checking me over after my collaspe, but everything came out fine, and if i was honest, i felt better than i had before. Unlike my dreams, this...vision, i suppose, stared clear and vivid in my mind. I kept seeing my still, lifeless body, unable to move or tell anyone what was wrong. I knew i had to find out what had-was going to happen to me to put me in the state. From my dreams, the one thing that had stood out the most, was a bright flash of dark blue light, and i knew what the spell caused, so i had something to go on. I decided to go to the library and look for the spell until next lesson, then at least i could ask someone what period it was. I hobbled quickly towards the library, not wanting to waste a moment of time; how much i had, i didn't know. When i got there, it was practically empty. Strange, i thought, most of the time this place is packed with first years, all studying hard, why was there no one here today? A strange looking boy with crooked teeth and flat black hair, sat alone at one of the tables, head buried in a book on herbology, named: 'The Life and Habits of the Whiskered Pisky Newt' He smilied at me, before noticing my robes and looking terrified, shoving his head back into his book. I sighed, and looked away, hobbling a little quicker. I could just about walk on my injured leg, i'd discovered, (after several trips and falls on the way there), so i leant my crutch against a table and limped between the shelves, scanning for books on ancient dark magic. I figured that it had to be a dark spell; no normal curse would do that to someone. And it had to be an ancient curse because other wise it would have been in one of the many books she'd read with Hermione, (defence against the dark arts had been a slightly difficult subject to grasp). I pulled out a few books, Dark Magic Throught the Ages, A Student Guide to Ancient Ruins and Unmentionable Spells for the Strong of Stomach. I stumbled back to my table, and picked up Unmentionable Spells for the Strong of Stomach. It seemed like a good place to start. I inspected the thick layer of dust over the cover, and the slightly battered spine. It had been buried at the bottom of a mountain of books, which had, coincidently, fallen on top of me whilst i had been searching. I had quickly shoved them back into order, when i noticed the black book just sitting there. I was about to open it, when i heard a noise behind me. I looked around to see the head of Belinda, poking out from behind a bookshelf. There was something odd about her...was her hair longer? It seemed at least an inch or two longer than her normal, chin length hair. I banished the thought from my mind, it was pretty irrelevent, as her head bobbed back behind the bookshelf, a weird little smile on her face. I frowned, curious, and got up to investigate. I didn't bother with my crutch, i was actually beginning to think i didn't need it. As i approached, i could hear weird noises coming from behind the mysterious bookshelf, and i could hear that someone else was there too. I peered around the corner of the shelf, only to see Belinda in a passionate imbrace with another student. Embarressed, i sharply pulled my head back and flattened myself against the wood, turning an unattractive shade of red. Then my brain started to tick, and i thought, rather unwillingly, about the scene i'd just witnessed. The boy, the one who was attatched to Belinda's face, his hair had been a shiny, whitish blond...No. Not after all this, he couldn't. Could he? I whipped back to face the unappealing scene. It was. Draco, half sitting on a small table, pinned up against the bookshelf, was involved in a tight and steamy kiss. Belinda was practically lying on top of him, one hand gripping his jumper tightly, pulling him firmly towards her, the other grasping the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. His hands were going everywhere, but mainly around her incredibly short, somehow regulation, school skirt. The sight was almost sickening. For a moment i stood there, feeling near to tears. Then the angry bubbled up inside me, rising like lava. I struggled to find words expressing my feelings well enough.

'What, the bloody hell, are you doing?' i yelled, fighting back tears. The pair stopped, and turned to me. Belinda looked slightly nervous, which was weird, and kept glancing up at Draco. Draco himself looked at me as if i was scum, the lowest of creatures on this earth. It made it even harder to stop the tears.

'And what,' he spat, walking slowly towards me, 'exactly, is your problem?' I looked at him in disbelief. What was wrong with him?

'My problem, Draco,' i shouted, 'Is the fact you're snogging the person who attacked me, purely for being with you!' i stood, breathing heavily, staring into eyes that barely seemed to know who i was. At my words a look of disgust crossed his face.

'Being with me?' he repeated, 'You? And me?' he snorted with laughter for a second, then continued, with his face like ice. 'No one in their right mind would want to spend ten seconds in your presence, let alone be with you.' he snapped. I couldn't stop the tears now. Belinda was smirking in the background. I looked from her to Draco. I threw the book that was still in my hand at Belinda, but due to my fabulously bad aim, managed to hit Draco square in the face. Anger spread across his face, as blood slowly dripped from his nose, and then i ran, tears streaming down my face, my hair flying out behind me. I'd forgotten about my leg, but right now, i didn't care. It could have been falling off for all i cared. All i wanted to do was get as far away from there as possible. I ran down the stairs, away from the library, and sped through the castle corridors. I bolted around a corner, and straight into the weasley twins, who caught me by the arms, stopping me in my tracks. I fell against them gratefully.

'Where you going in such a hurry?' said one, possibly George.

'Yeah, nearly took us out!' said probably Fred, 'Hold up!' He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to look at him. I still couldn't stop crying, but i was getting there. George peered at me too, by his brothers side.

'Whats up?' asked George. I gulped for air, trying, once again, to describe my feelings at that presise moment in time.

'Draco-Malfoy-is-a-git!' i sobbed. They chuckled.

'Tell us something we don't know.' they said, and they put their arms round me, gently pulling me to sit on one of the stone benches in the corridor. George retreived a slightly grubby tissue from his pocket, and i took it greatfully, drying my eyes. Fred put his arm round me and squeezed my shoulder, while George knelt in front of me, taking my hands. He gave me a weird sort of smile; it made something warm bubble inside me.

'Now-'

'What has the pathetic-'

'Spineless-'

'Stupid little toad done this time?' they enquired. I giggled feebly at their insults, then explained what had happened. They frowned at each other.

'Well, its not as if we ever approved of your little-'

'Relationship, with Malfoy.'

'But, as long as you were happy-'

'We thought we'd let it happen.'

'However-'

'This, we cannot allow.' they said.