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Chapter 15

10:16 a.m., Hallway, Hogwarts(Friday)

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing," Pansy said, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder. He shrugged it off.

"No, I don't need your help," he mumbled, his jaw burning. Pansy sighed.

"It doesn't matter if we are fighting right now, Draco. I'm not going to let you bleed to death in the hallway of this bloody school. Now let's go," she replied, trying to pull him off of the ground.

Draco didn't want anything to do with Pansy at this point, but he knew that she was right. If he didn't go to the Hospital Wing, he would most likely pass out from his blood loss, if not from the excessive amount of pain. Reluctantly, he got off the ground. The room started to spin so he leaned on Pansy for support. She placed one arm around his waist and placed his free arm over her neck, supporting him as they walked through the hall.

11:24 a.m., Hallway, Hogwarts(Friday)

"Ron, that was the most boring class I have ever been in," Vixen said, stretching her arms over her head as the two left Herbology.

"You think that was bad? Just wait until we have to go to Potions," he said laughing slightly. The two walked side by side, making their way to the Dining Hall for lunch.

When they reached the main hallway outside of the Dining Hall, more students were present in the hallway. Ron and Vixen began to make their way through the crowd when a group of young boys caught Vixen's attention as they passed her.

"Draco Malfoy got punched in the face!" one boy whispered to the others.

"By Harry Potter?" another asked quickly. The first boy laughed.

"No you idiot! By that one kid with the huge muscles. You know, that muggle boy," he replied. Vixen stopped walking.

"Vixen, are you coming?" Ron asked, also stopping beside her.

"Ron, we need to go find Draco. Now," she told him breathing heavily. Ron raised an

eyebrow.

"What for?" he asked.

"I guess he and Jacob got in a fight or something. Where would he be?" Vixen asked nervously.

"The Hospital Wing I suppose if it got that bad," Ron replied shrugging.

"Take me," she told him. He nodded and the two changed their direction.

They finally made it to the Hospital Wing after climbing through the crowd of students who were flooding the hallways on their way to lunch. Vixen scanned the room, her eyes landing on a bed that contained Draco. She started to walk into the room until she noticed Pansy sitting at his bedside, stroking his hair. She felt her heart beat speed up and her blood grow hot. She gritted her teeth until Ron placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Let's be calm about this, okay? I know he is your friend, but this may not be what it looks like," he calmly told Vixen. She let out an angry snort and made her way over to Draco.

"Oh, hey there Vixie," Pansy said smiling up at her. Vixen clenched her jaw tight.

"Is he okay?" she whispered angrily. Pansy's smile turned into a scowl now.

"Not that it's any of your business, but he is going to be fine. If that's all you came for, you can leave now," she said standing up beside Draco's bed.

"Shut up and sit back down Pansy," Vixen angrily told her, pointing at the empty chair. Pansy simply crossed her arms.

"Excuse me?" she asked angrily.

"You heard me. I'm in no mood to deal with you right now," Vixen shot back.

"Vixen, maybe you should calm down," Ron whispered. She turned and glared at him.

"Or not, your choice," he replied quickly. Draco opened his eyes and groaned.

"Draco?" both Pansy and Vixen said at the same time.

"Pansy?" he asked groggily.

"Yes my love, it's me," she said smiling at him. Vixen watched silently.

"Your hair is different," he managed to say. She nodded.

"That's right, I'm growing it out," she said, running her fingers through her messy ponytail.

"It looks awful," he told her, making her eyes widen. Vixen snorted a laugh at the remark.

"Vixen," he said quietly, turning his head toward her, smiling.

"I leave you alone for an hour and you get your jaw broken," Vixen joked. He smirked at her.

"I guess it's a sign," he replied.

"A sign?" she asked.

"Yeah. A sign that you shouldn't leave me anymore," he told her, reaching for her hand. Ron cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I think we should go meet Harry and Hermione for lunch," he nervously said, rubbing his messy red hair.

"You're right Ron. Draco, if you need anything get a hold of me alright?" Vixen said rubbing his hand with hers.

"I'll be out of here in no time. Don't worry," he replied. Vixen and Ron left the room together, leaving Pansy and Draco in the Hospital Wing.

"Pansy?" he asked. She looked at him.

"Go away," he said before rolling over, turning his back to her. She let out an angry groan and stormed out of the room.

12:01 p.m., Hallway, Hogwarts(Friday)

"Well that was awkward," Ron said as he and Vixen made their way to the Dining hall.

"He was just kidding," she replied.

"Draco isn't the "kidding type", Vix. He's more of the "you looked at me wrong so now

I'm going to curse you type"," Ron told her. Vixen laughed.

"Well let's just keep what just happened between the two of us, alright?" Vixen asked. Ron nodded.

"Pansy's hair does look bloody ridiculous," Ron laughed. Vixen nodded, also laughing.

Ron opened the door to the hall and they walked into the room. Hermione waved at them from the Gryffindor table. Vixen waved back and started to walk toward her and Harry until she noticed Jacob sitting beside Neville. She changed her course quickly, and Ron continued over to the table.

"Where is she going?" Harry asked as Ron sat down at the table.

"Long story. But this isn't going to be good," Ron said, placing his forehead on the table, groaning.

Hermione and Harry nervously watched as Vixen angrily stormed toward Jacob and Neville. She stopped behind the two boys, crossed her arms over her chest and popped out her hip. Jacob turned around and smiled at her. Neville sat nervously beside him, his eyes on the table in front of him.

"What's up, Vix?" Jacob said smiling at her.

"What in the hell did you do?" she angrily asked him.

"I dunno what you're talkin' about," he said, his smile now gone. He began to turn back around but Vixen grabbed onto his shoulder and forced him to look at her.

"You know exactly what I am talking about Jacob Corbin. Now you tell me exactly why you did what you did," Vixen said through clenched teeth. Jacob stood up from his seat and faced her.

"Why is it like this every day? Can someone tell me why they always fight when it's time to eat?" Ron angrily asked, sighing after.

"Ron, calm down," Hermione urged reaching for his hand across the table. He angrily stood up.

"No! This is stupid. Vixen is my muggle this week and I'm not going to write an entire paper on how she liked to pick fights with boys every damn day," he yelled, now walking over to Vixen and Jacob.

"Something you want to say, Red?" Jacob asked, turning toward him as he stopped beside Vixen.

"It's Ron, not Red. Now, just answer Vixen so we can all eat in peace for one bloody day!" he told them both. Jacob raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine, I will answer her. Vixen, I hit Draco because I don't like how close he is getting to you. It's sickening to see the way he lurks around this place, watching you. But the worst part is that you play into it. Every damn second of it. Is it because you like the attention? Or are you just a tease?" he shot at her taking a step closer to Vixen. With one swift motion, she smacked him with the palm of her hand across his face.

"No, we're done here. We're done," Ron said grabbing Vixen and pulling her away from the table. Harry and Hermione left their seats and started to follow after the two.

"You don't know anything about me! You know nothing Jacob! Nothing!" Vixen yelled, kicking the air as Ron dragged her out of the room. Harry and Hermione continued to follow.

With one hard thrust down on his arms, Vixen broke free from Ron's grasp. Harry and Hermione stood in front of the two doors, preventing her from returning into the hall. She turned quickly and started to run down the hallway. She heard the three chasing after her but she kept running.

She turned down a hallway and ran through the door at the end of it. She was now outside, grass flying out of the ground behind her as she continued to run. She no longer heard anyone following behind her but she wouldn't stop. She ran past what she recognized as Hagrid's shack, past his pumpkin patch, and into the forest. She tripped over a fallen tree branch and went sliding across the ground.

Breathing heavily, she sat up and inspected herself. Her hands were covered in dirt, and she had ripped the knee of her jeans. She sat alone in the quiet, dark forest underneath a tall oak tree. She kept breathing heavily until she was calmed down. She leaned her head back against the tree trunk and let out a loud sigh.

She felt her heart stop when she heard leaves rustling in front of her in the fog. She knew she should have ran, but she was frozen with fear. She had no idea what was hiding within this forest, and she didn't want to think about it. She let out a sigh of relief when Ron emerged from the fog.

"Are you finished?" he asked sitting next to her on the ground.

"I'm not a tease," she told him. Ron shrugged.

"Who cares if you are? So what?" he replied. She had to admit that he had a point.

"I'm not sure what is going on with you and Malfoy or that Jacob kid, and I don't care. But I'm sick of it consuming the majority of my day every single day. It's not fun," he told her. Vixen bit her lip.

"You're right. I'm sorry. No more fighting," she told him. He nodded, showing her he understood.

The two sat quietly together for a few minutes. The fog was rolling around them, and the wind howled through the mangled trees around them. Ron scratched his head before turning to Vixen.

"So...you're a girl, huh?" he asked, obviously attempting to make conversation.

"Really, Ron?" Vixen asked, scrunching her face up and laughing.

"Just trying to lighten the mood," he said smiling. Vixen stood up.

"Then let's get out of this place," Vixen said extending a hand to Ron. He grasped it and she pulled him up. The two left the forest and met up with Harry and Hermione.

7:41 p.m., Hospital Wing, Hogwarts(Friday)

Draco was sitting on the side of his hospital bed, buttoning up his blood stained shirt. He rolled up each sleeve very precisely and stood up. He looked at his reflection in the window. His face looked fine, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, but his ego was bruised to the core. He tousled his hair with one hand before stalking off out of the room.

He was going to skip dinner tonight and return to the Slytherin Common Room for the night. He needed to compose himself before he could deal with anyone else at the moment. He stepped through the painting and made his way into his bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, seeing Jacob sitting on the window sill, staring at him.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked angrily, sweat forming on his neck.

"I'm Crabbe's muggle today. Which means I'll be living here for the next three weeks," he shot back, smirking at Draco.

"Three weeks?" Draco angrily asked.

"This week I'm with Crabbe. Next week I'm with Goyle. And then Pansy," Jacob said smirking even more. Draco glared at him.

"Then where is Crabbe?" he angrily asked, scanning the room.

"No clue kid. Haven't seen him all day. I had to eat lunch with Neville today. Pansy thinks he's sick or in detention or something," he admitted, shrugging.

"I suppose she gave you the password then?" he angrily asked still glaring at him. Jacob nodded smiling at him now.

"I like that shirt," Jacob instigated, referring to Draco's blood stained white shirt. Draco slammed the door shut hard, closing the two in the room together, alone.

"Something buggin' you?" Jacob asked, tensing up on the window sill as Draco slammed the door closed.

"Just you, Jacob. I don't get what you're playing at," Draco replied clenching his fists.

"Not sure what you mean, but we are done here," he told Draco, standing up and starting to walk toward the door. Draco drew his wand, stopping Jacob.

"We are far from done here. Now sit back down," he angrily told him, walking closer to him with his wand pointed at his face.

"Go ahead Draco. Do it. We both know how bad you want to. Curse me," Jacob cockily replied, walking up to Draco's wand until it was almost touching his forehead.

"I would love to," Draco spit back, pushing the wand onto his skin, hard. Jacob didn't budge.

"But you won't, will you? You're afraid. You're a coward who likes to talk the talk, but when it comes down to getting your hands dirty, you won't do a damn thing," Jacob whispered menacingly to him. Draco felt his breathing grow heavier.

He lowered his wand when the door opened behind him. Crabbe walked into the room eating a cupcake. Draco groaned angrily and placed his wand into the back of his pants. Crabbe raised an eyebrow at them.

"What are ya doin' Draco?" he asked, food in his mouth. Draco grimaced.

"Where have you been?" he angrily asked.

"I had detention today for tormenting some second years yesterday," Crabbe said, shrugging.

"Take care of your bloody muggle, before I take care of him for you," Draco warned him stepping out of the room.

"Excellent conversation, Draco," Jacob instigated, waving after him. Draco stopped, one hand on the door knob.

"Oh, hey, Jacob?" Draco asked, turning to look at him over his shoulder. He grabbed onto his wand lightly.

"What?" Jacob angrily asked.

"Flipendo!" Draco yelled, aiming his wand at Jacob. The jinx sent him flying across the room and onto the floor with great force.

Crabbe stood motionless, allowing his small cupcake to fall from his chubby hand and onto the floor. He looked at Draco nervously while Jacob groaned on the floor.

"See you later, Crabbe," Draco said while smirking before shutting the door. Draco left the Slytherin house, smiling and laughing to himself.

8:30 p.m., Dinning Hall, Gryffindor Table, Hogwarts(Friday)

Vixen was sitting at dinner with her favorite trio once again. She sat quietly, occasionally taking a bite of bread while the three conversed with one another. Her eyes fluttered upward when they were approached.

"Hey guys. Mind if I eat with you?" Neville asked nervously. Harry nodded.

"Sure thing, sit down Neville," he told him. Neville took a seat next to Harry and across from Vixen.

Vixen watched him intently. He wasn't eating tonight. His head stayed lowered and his eyes were focused on the table. He kept making nervous eye contact with her, but looking away quickly.

"Am I making you nervous?" Vixen asked him. He lifted his head slightly.

"No, I'm sorry," he quickly told her.

"Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked leaning onto the table, turning toward Neville.

"I'm not, Ron. I'm worried," he confessed, rubbing his hands together below the table.

"Why?" Vixen asked him. He locked eyes with her.

"Someone is going to hurt you," he told her. Vixen leaned back slightly.

"Neville, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked, looking at Vixen briefly.

"It's true Hermione. I've seen it," he told her quietly.

"What exactly have you seen?" Harry asked, concern in his tone.

"In Divination. In the tea leaves. Added together, it gave me these links. A female stranger. I think that's you," he said nodding in Vixen's direction.

"Go on," Harry told him.

"A female stranger was the first message. Danger was the second. The third was the moon. The fourth was love. But there was one more," he said, lowering his head. Vixen leaned onto the table.

"Tell me Neville," she said, her voice low. He bit his lip and looked up at her.

"It was death," he told the group. Vixen felt a lump in her throat, and her heart stop beating.

Harry, Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances at one another. The table was quiet now. Neville returned his eyes to the table, and Vixen sat in her seat, sweating.

"Love, moon, Vixen, danger, and death?" Hermione asked. Neville nodded slightly.

"I had another formation in my tea leaves too, but it doesn't really relate to the others," he told her. Hermione sat back slightly.

"We shouldn't worry about this. Divination is a silly class and we all know those tea leaf signs can mean many things," Ron told the table. They remained silent.

"Ron is right. Let's stop worrying about this and get back to our dinner," Harry said. They all remained silent.

Vixen's head shot up when Draco entered the room.