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Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading my story!

I awoke in the infirmary, my cheek and left arm burning. Starch white sheets covered my lower half, while my upper half was exposed. Struggling to look down, I realized that I was wearing a white nightgown.

How did I change into this?

I realized that my left arm was in a sling, and my cheek and left eye was patched up and stinging with some foul smelling ointment.

Great.

I struggled to sit up with my arm in a sling.

"Oh, honey, don't do that! You'll hurt yourself again!"

I gasped as I turned towards the voice. There was a petite, fairly old woman standing before me, a worried expression on her face.

I hadn't noticed her standing there.

"My gosh what happened to you? Your face was all torn up!" she said, her voice high pitched and a bit shrill.

"I…I got attacked by a hippogriff." I mumbled, head spinning," am…am I going to have scars?"

"Oh, I don't think so. This young man had brought you here just in time!"

"Er…who?"

"Me…"

I looked around with my right eye until I found someone standing there. It wasn't who I thought it would be….

"Seamus?! You brought me here?!" I asked, astonished.

He stood there looking extremely nervous, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Thank you." I said, smiling.

He nodded, looking relieved, then scurried out of the black wood doors.

I groaned and fell backwards, closing my eyes.

Malfoy's POV (Don't skip! I know some *cough* people *cough* skip over this part. But quite frankly it's more interesting than my POV lol)

I set off down the fifth floor corridor, thinking about earlier.

"Oh please…" I said, strutting towards the creature, "I knew this couldn't be hard of Potter and Collins could do it. Now you're not so dangerous at all, are you? You great ugly brut."

"Malfoy, no!"

I clenched my fist through the sling along my right arm, emotions running wild throughout my body.

I screamed, covering my face with my hand, trying desperately to shield myself. Suddenly Emily ran in front of me. I watched in horror as the talons on the beast met her face. I could hear the ripping on flesh and was close enough to smell the blood.

Revolted, I stood rooted to the spot, watching in silence as she slide to the ground, screaming. She knelt on the ground, blood running down the left side of her face and arm.

I sighed and picked up my pace.

People were screaming bloody murder all around me. It was too much for my head to take. I turned to yell at them when I felt my skin turn scorching hot through my robes. Then this intense pain came, knocking me off my feet and onto the ground next to Emily, who was laying still.

"Shit!" someone screamed.

My arm really didn't hurt too much, and there was very little blood, but I wanted to milk it as much as I could.

"It's killed me!" I screamed, holding my arm.

"It's just a scratch, you git! Look at Emily!" I heard Marie scream, her voice cracking.

Hagrid picked me up, shaking.

"D-don't touch me, you big oaf!" I yelled, glaring at him.

People started staring ass I began mumbling to myself. I glared at them, and they went back to their pathetic little lives.

Pathetic….

I was about to tell all those losers off when I saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks.

Emily.

How was she out of the infirmary this early?! Shit….shit shit shit shit. I turned to walk away, hoping she wouldn't see me.

Too late.

"Draco!" she yelled, running towards me. I shut my eyes, cursing under my breath. Finally I turned around and faced her.

My (Emily's POV)

I walked over to Draco, heart beating faster with every step.

Just relax….

I took a big breath, inhaling and exhaling.

"What do you want?" he asked, his usual sneer vanishing, replaced my a blank face.

"I….I wanted to say that…wellthatwhathappenedtomewasn'tyourfault, andIknowthissoundsstupidandthatyouwouldn'thavefeltanyguiltevenifitwasyourfaultbut…..oh I'll just shut up now…" I said, blushing and turning around.

I started singing in my head, trying to calm myself down. I don't know why music does that to me. Anyway, I began singing Piece of Me by Britney Spears (I hate her, but like this one song.)


I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...

"Hey what you did wasn't my fault." Draco said as I turned around.

I'm Miss bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can't see the harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exceptional earner
And you want a piece of me.

"But," he continued, "Why'd you do it?"

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

"Well…' I stalled, "I…I don't really know"

Liar.

I'm Mrs. 'You want a piece of me?'
Tryin' and pissin' me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who's flippin' me off
Hopin' I'll resort to some havoc
And end up settlin' in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me? (you want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. 'Most likely to get on the TV for strippin' on the streets'
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in this industry
I mean please...
Do you want a piece of me?

"I…I guess….I didn't want you to get hurt."

Author's Notes: Okay well this was very short but I just didn't feel like making it any longer. Deal with it.