A/N: Hey All, I'm typing this on our schools computer during a free period (this is not how we're meant to use our frees but anyway). I am updating as quickly as humanly possible (this is slowly but it is updating none the less). So I am hoping to get up to 100 reviews soon and when I get there, there will be a reward…how quickly we get there is, therefore, up to you…make it quick, eh? To everyone who reviewed (and all said nice things) I thank you very much, you make my day. I've decided to try something this chapter and write in first person, I'll see how it goes, if you don't like it I'll re-edit and change to third person…I just think this will be interesting. This is a veeeery long Author's note…sorry.

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WHERE WE LEFT OFF (Draco P.O.V)

I looked at Hermione seeing the fear spread across her face; she was so scared. Her face brought back memories of my mother's, the fear she always hid from me, trying to put on a brave face and just live with it. I had always thought my mother was only scared of him because she was powerless and it was, therefore, her fault. It was only as I grew older and my father started to show me the way he treated her that I understood the kind of man he was and, more importantly, the kind of person my mother was, she was strong and stable, it didn't matter what he did to her she was always there to help me, who, was the spitting image of him.

I reached down and took Hermione's small hands in mine, I brought them up to my mouth and gently kissed the tips of all her fingers in turn and smiled as reassuringly as I could. She gave me a weak smile in return before pulling her hands out my reach. She gave me a look of understanding; she knew our lives were changed when we came here, as I did, we had found a place away from everything, for just a moment, life felt…good.

"Do you think you can behave yourself long enough to have the examination now?" She asked the remnants of a teasing smile playing across her lovely face.

"Of course," I smirked, "I could've been well behaved before, it more a decision to not behave than me not knowing how to."

"I know that you git" was the only reply I received before she stood and headed for the door, to get that insufferably annoying man who called himself a 'doctor' whatever that's ment to mean. I watch her go, well maybe it's better to say I watched her arse go but she went, none the less. I was left alone in the hospital bed to stare at the ceiling, which, I had been doing for a good five minuets before Hermione returned. With the scared looking young man tailing her, giving way too much attention to an area that made me want to kill him, he did, however, edge around the bed and eye me from only a safe distance.

I looked across the room at this small man, he would have been nearly a head shorter than me (not that it's hard) and at least 15 kilos lighter. When he noticed I was looking at him, sizing him up if you will, he immediately stood a little taller and puffed out his chest, I smirked and sat up a little straighter, thinking to myself that even thought he didn't know it I could have puffed his chest up so big he would've exploded all over the room we were in before he'd had enough time to realise what was happening. My eyes flicked to Hermione who was giving me an all knowing raised eyebrow, I rolled my eyes at her and deflated myself a little, doing my best not to look too intimidating, though with me looking like I do it's always hard. The young doctor moved towards me so slowly that he was almost going in reverse.

"This is Dr. Trav Draco, he's been assigned to have a look at you" Hermione said a hint of condescending in her voice. I gave Hermione a look of utter distaste and looked back at Dr. Trav, he looked at me as thought he thought I might just out of bed and try to kill him, and though I would have liked to, I felt no need. He approached the bed, looked me in the eyes, "I'd like to have a look at your stomach if that's alright with you?" He said in an almost compassionate voice, which just annoyed me further.

"That's fine, I have no problem with you doing so" I replied trying to keep my voice even and under control. As he started to touch my stomach in quite the same way Hermione had been doing only a few minuets ago. He found the spot at which I had winced before and felt it for a little while before removing his hand and pulling my shirt down for me. He looked at the ceiling trying, I would assume, to think of a course of action that might not offend me.

"I think you need an x-ray Mr. Malfoy," he said looking from me to Hermione and back again, "as long as you're alright with that of course." I looked over at Hermione who gave me a curt nod, indicating that I should do so.

"Okay, but, on one condition," I said a smirk starting to grace my lips, "I can go home tonight what ever happens."

"I can't promise you that Mr. Malfoy, you may need further treatment that could mean that you have to stay here a few days" Dr. Trav answered looking as though he quite liked telling me what I could and could not do.

"Well then, I guess I won't be having any x-rays today," I made to get up, "thankyou."

"But…but, you can't just leave you're in my care I have to sign you out…you can't just do that" the young man looked so flustered that I took pity on him and got back into the bed.

"Dr. Trav, may I please speak to you outside for a second" Hermione asked in a strained, tired voice.

They left the room together, and I could hear Hermione talking in a low whisper just outside my door. To say it was frustrating to hear them talking about me but being too far away to know what they were saying would be an understatement. I sat once again reverting my eyes to the ceiling and losing myself in my thoughts, though they were of nothing in particular, more crazy scenarios involving people being chased by animals and giant pink tea cups, why, I'll never know. I was enjoying watching Potter and Weasel being chased by those tea cups (which now that I think about it look kind've like the ones in that idiot teacher's classroom) when I felt a sharp jab in the ribs causing me to sit bolt upright. I looked around wiping my eyes as I went, first I looked at Hermione standing a good distance away from the bed staring at me and then at Dr. Trav who pulled his hand away so fast it was a blur.

"What are you doing?" I asked as calmly a I could, which was pretty clam for a guy who'd just been poked in the ribs by some muggle doctor who thought he was all that.

"You were sleeping and shaking you didn't work, so, Hermione said to just poke you in the ribs" he looked so very afraid that it was a little bit pathetic.

"Ok, lets recap shall we, first of all I really don't take well to being poked in the ribs while I'm sleeping and second of all that would be Miss. Granger to you would it not?"

"Of course Mr. Malfoy it would indeed, I beg your pardon" there was a small bow after this, to which I gave a snort.

"Please tell me there is a good reason for you waking me up."

"Of course there is Draco, don't sound so…annoyed" Hermione cut in right over the top of the doctor, possibly saving him from making some vital mistake.

"We have discussed it and if I can take the x-ray, you will be allowed to go home after diagnoses" Dr. Trav quickly glanced at Hermione and then back at me and gave a small smile.

"Well then, lead onward to the x-ray room my good man"

A/N: So that's all I have for you at the moment, if you don't like this first person account please tell me and I'm happy to go back and re-edit. So, I'm coming up to 20, 000 hits and I only have 73 reviews, here's the thing, if you read, REVIEW!! Oh and as promised when I get 100 reviews, there shall be something of a reward.

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