I walked into the Slytherin common room and went over to where Draco was sitting with Blaise.

"Hey pet," he said when I stopped in front of him.

"You lied to me," I said. Draco blinked and laughed although I could tell it was forced.

"About what luv?" he asked. I wasn't stupid enough to ignore the icy edge in his voice. I was on thin ice now.

"You know what about," I snapped. "My friends never said that they didn't want to be around me anymore." Draco stood up very slowly. I backed up a few steps. He was much taller than I was and this alone made him intimidating. He grabbed my upper arm tightly and dragged me away from everyone else.

"Don't you ever," he snarled pushing me against the wall. "Call me a liar."

"But you are!" I hissed. "My friends didn't say any of the things you told me they did!" I pushed him away from me.

"I'm done talking about this," I said to him. "Don't ever lie to me again or you're going to regret it." I turned and started walking to the girls dorms. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up a heavy glass object from a nearby table.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said. "You don't give me orders." He reached out and grabbed my arm at the same time slamming the object down on the back of my head. I cried out and fell to the floor. The room spun and I felt blood begin to flow into my hair.

"Draco what did you do!?" Blaise yelled.

"Is she going to die!?" Pansy squealed hopefully. Draco picked me up and shook my shoulders. I felt myself hovering on the edge of unconsciousness.

"Schyler get up!" he said. He looked down at one of his hand and saw the blood on it.

"Draco you have to take to the hospital wing!" Blaise said anxiously.

"No," Draco said standing up with me in his arms. "I'll take her to see Snape." He carried me up to Snape's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Snape called. Draco brought me inside.

"Professor please, Schyler needs your help. She's hurt." Snape saw the blood on Draco's hand and on his robes. He cleared off his desk with a wave of his wand.

"Lay her here," he instructed. Draco laid me carefully on the desk. Snape sat me up and began muttering healing spells. The wound on the back of my head healed and he said another spell to clean the blood off my hair and robes.

"Schyler what happened to you?" he asked. I reached back and lightly touched the back of my head. I winced slightly. It was still a little sore.

"Hit my head," I muttered.

"She fell sir," Draco added. "And hit her head on one of the tables." My eyes widened slightly at the lie but I said nothing to Snape.

"Well you'll want to be a bit more careful," Snape said. I nodded.

"Can I go now sir?" I asked.

"One more question," he replied. "Why didn't you take her to the hospital wing, Draco?"

"You were closer, sir," he said. "And..." he glanced at me, telling him to help him with his lie.

"And I'm more comfortable around you, sir," I said softly. I knew the real reason Draco had brought me to Snape was because we were his favorite students and so he would be less likely to suspect that we were lying, unlike Madame Pomfrey. Snape nodded and I hopped off his desk. Draco and I walked out into the corridor. Once we were a good distance from Snape's office Draco grabbed me and slammed me into the wall. My head hit the wall and I winced as pain shot through me.

"You don't tell anyone what really happened tonight," he commanded. "Understand? No one. Not Snape, not Dumbledore, and definitely not those mudblood friends of yours." I opened my mouth to tell him off for calling them that, thought better of it, and closed my mouth again. Draco was in a bad enough mood with me as it was. Arguing now would only make it worse. I nodded.

"But...our whole house saw," I said cautiously. "What if they tell?" Draco snorted.

"Them?" he asked. "They don't give damn about you. Pansy was hoping you would die." I looked down at my shoes.

"Did you?" I asked looking up at him again.

"Did I what?"

"Hope I'd die?" Draco's eyes flickered with a mix of confusion and softness.

"Of course not baby," he said pulling me into his arms. "What would I do if you died? I love you. I need you." I hugged him but all I could think was that Mitch had been right. He couldn't love me if he hurt me.

"I love you too," I whispered. Draco pulled away and smiled down at me.

"You look tired. Let's go to bed." I nodded and we walked back to the common room.