Draco's Quidditch Game had just ended. Slytherin had beaten Hufflepuff by over one hundred points, and they were ready to celebrate. The team was surrounded by joyful students, all ready to congratulate them on their victory, but Draco didn't care. He stood on his tip toes and looked over the top of the crowd, trying to spot Hermione.

Where is she? She wouldn't have forgotten about the match…

Draco made to push through the throngs of people to find her when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder. "Not so fast, Mr. Malfoy. I need to fix up those ribs of yours."

Draco sighed. One of the Hufflepuff beaters had sent a bludger his way and it hit him square in the ribs. As soon as it happened Draco knew something was wrong, but he refused to get help until he had caught the Snitch.

Madame Pomfrey pushed him down onto the grass and handed him what looked like a glass of water, but Draco had been healed by her before, and knew that it wasn't what it seemed.

"What is it?"

She didn't look up. "It'll help with the pain." Draco downed it as fast as he could, but he still couldn't help but gag.

"That's disgusting." He said as his eyes watered.

Madame Pomfrey chuckled. "I know it is. Now lay back."

Draco closed his eyes and let her fix his ribs. He heard the crowd make a noise of disgust when she pulled his shirt up, exposing the damage, but he didn't look.

"Three broken ribs, Mr. Malfoy." She shook her head. "Now stay very still. This will feel a bit uncomfortable."

He nodded then stilled. He heard her murmur a spell, and then felt his chest get hot. He closed his eyes tighter as he felt his ribs shifting back into place.

"You're all set to go." She said a minute later. "But I would advise you not to do anything physical for the next few days. If you have any pain, come see me immediately."

He thanked her, and she left the Pitch, muttering under her breath about how Quidditch should be outlawed.

Blaise offered Draco a hand and pulled him up. "How are you feeling?"

Draco nodded. "Not bad. Have you seen Hermione?"

"No I haven't. But I'm sure she's around here somewhere…"

Meanwhile, Theo watched as Hermione struggled to get off the floor. As much as he despised her, he had to admire her strength; each time he knocked her down, she got back up.

Well, it's more fun for me if she is stubborn. He thought.

She got to her feet shakily and faced him.

"Had enough, Mudblood?"

She glared at him.

"I'm going to try a spell on you that I haven't tried before." He said casually. "I just learned it and I've been dying to test it out. Now seems as good of a time as any…"

He pointed his wand at her and cast a spell before she could react.

Draco played with a strand of her hair. He smiled at her.

"Thank you, Hermione."

She looked up at him. "What for?"

"For forgiving me."

"I don't know what you mean."

He tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. "You forgave me, not only for my part in the war, but for how I used to treat you." He kissed her softly. "I really don't deserve you."

Hermione kissed him back. "I think you have that mixed up, Draco."

He laughed. "I love you, Pansy."

Hermione stopped. "What did you just say?"

He glared at her, suddenly angry. "You heard me. I said I love Pansy. Get away from me, Mudblood."

Pansy strutted into the room then, looking more beautiful than normal, and kissed Draco. He kissed her back, and then looked deep in her eyes.

"I love you, Pansy."

Hermione felt tears in her eyes. What just happened? They were fine just a second ago, and then suddenly-

Hermione awoke from the memory with a start. Theo laughed at her confusion. "Like what you saw?"

Her breathing was heavy. "What just happened?"

"Great spell, isn't it?" He bent down toward Hermione. "The spell makes the person relive their happiest memory, but turns it into their worst nightmare. Pretty awful, wasn't it? Was it hard to see Draco with someone else? Probably not that unlikely…"

Hermione couldn't control herself anymore. She reached up and slapped him as hard as she could, not caring for a second about the consequences. He laughed without humor as he turned to face her again.

"You wanna get physical, Mudblood?" He grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her face towards his. "I can get physical."