"I…Professor, I didn't…" Cat trailed off nervously as she fiddled with her fingers. At that moment Drake came crashing from the small closet hole and Dumbledore watched, amused as he came into view, his chest bandaged and limping.
"Professor…We were having a very important discussion, you see, and she had no chance of coming out so fast." Drake explained, clutching his legs and tumbling down, not able to stand. With a sharp cry Cat knelt to help him, and he waved her off.
"We need to get them to Professor Pomfrey!" Cat gasped as she levitated Drake to the stretcher near the hallways for emergencies. She turned around.
"Professor, are you coming?" she asked, her wild platinum hair flapping as she turned. He smiled.
"Very soon. Contact Professor Snape as well, you might want him to find the cure. Oh and, Miss Malfoy, calling Professor McGonagall is a good idea as well."
"Yes sir." She nodded and pushed the stretcher, as his sounds of pretest of being pushed by a girl still.
"Shut up, please." She growled, as her eyes flashed. He silenced but was too impatient. He started to escape, wiggling off, as she sighed and gave him a big, hard hit on his head.
"Ow! Stop worsening it, you!" he hissed as his hands came to wrap his forehead from her view. Giggling slightly, she pushed faster and harder, threatening to bind him if he didn't stop moving. That did the trick.
"Oh my! What happened?" Madame Pomfrey gasped, her plump figure bustling around the small infirmatry and looking for the right potions. As she did so, a black robed figure swept into the room, and glared at Drake. He glared right back.
"Uh…Professor? He was hit by the Sectumsempra curse." Cat nodded, still holding his hand, which he glanced at pointedly and she blushed, and whispering something under her breath, just went on and left, Drake missing her touch and all.
'Shit.' Draco thought, cursing as he lay down on the soft plush bed. Hissing, he went out again, and cursing himself, levitated the two girls onto the stretcher at the hallways.
"Doing something good, Draco?" A voice startled him and the girls fell onto the stretcher, as he turned around slowly. A pair of grey, cold eyes came into view and he could barely make out the last word- Crucio.