The whole class waited several minutes before dispersing, all taking a wide birth of the now calm looking Buckbeak. Mia made her way back to the school at a fast jog, taking the front steps two at a time, though stopped short in the entrance hall. At best Draco had just bruised his arm, at worst- broken it. Either way with the whining he would no doubt do, they'd keep him for a few hours. He'd also certainly moan more if he had to stay in his uniform and she was sure there was no way the blonde would wear one of those hospital night-gowns. That would be a funny sight though. Smiling at the image, the raven-haired girl started to run down the corridors leading to the dungeon, and from there the Slytherin common room. Several people she went past were already talking about an 'animal attack; wrong news sure did travel fast.

"Miss Lestrange, just where are you running to?" a silky voice asked when she was several feat from the portrait. Frowning, she stopped mid stride and turned around. Did it really inconvenience Snape that much that he felt the need to question her? It sure inconvenienced her.

"I was getting some clothes for Draco. He's in the hospital wing – I think" she added onto the end, not actually knowing if Hagrid had taken him there or just dumped his body in a ditch. Hopefully not the second.

"Ah, yes Mr Malfoy shall be in shortly to talk to Dumbledore about what happened to his son" that made Mia's blood run cold. Obviously he wasn't happy when someone else hurt his son.

"I- need to- get clothes" The third year stammered, taking several steps backwards, before turning and heading through the portrait before Snape could say otherwise. She didn't stop to talk to anyone in the common room- though many were throwing questions at her about Draco. How was she meant to know if he was alright? Most had seen the same thing she had. Infact, she only stopped when she was safely in her bedroom, and then it was to slide down the door and sit at the bottom.

She stayed like that for almost an hour, but after that her legs started to go numb. So standing up, and doing a slight dance to return feeling, Mia finally went over to the far wardrobe Draco had claimed as his own. She pulled out a pair of his jeans aswell as a red T-shirt, before quickly emptying the contence of her backpack from books and stuff in her friends clothes in. She'd already wasted too much time, and with that in mind the darker haired girl took off up to the hospital wing.

Thankfully she didn't run into Snape again, or anyone else for that matter. Most people were in classes- a place she should probably be. Trying not to focus on the trouble she was bound to get in, Mia took the last few steps at a leap and went into the infirmary.

It wasn't hard to find Draco. He was on the bed furthest away from the office- a smart move by Madam Pomfry, considering the amount he was complaining. Unfortunately as he spotted Mia the complaining seemed to double.

"Mia! Finally. I could've died! Where have you been? Madam Pomfry forced me to have wile drinks. She doesn't even know what she's doing. What took you so long?" Raising an eyebrow, the younger girl sat down besides the bed.

"Are you done?" She asked, wondering if she should tune out whilst he continued. Draco seemed to think it over before shrugging w, wincing at the movement, and giving a small nod.

"I thought you might like these" she said, taking the blondes clothes out of her bag and tossing them at him. He nodded again at that, though this time also mumbled a

"Thanks" but otherwise he didn't move. After several seconds Mia caught on.

"I am not going to dress you" she said, attempting to hold into all rational thoughts.

"I can't though" Draco replied sounding genuinely puzzled. Ok, so in all honesty she had no idea how he was meant to undo his shirt and trousers with just one hand and get them off, but she was sure he could cope. He'd have to.

Though the look he was giving off was saying otherwise.

"I am not going to dress you" she repeated, in an attempt to put her foot down. He wasn't a baby. He was a boy. A man even. And men did not need to be dressed. Then again, with the amount of house elves the Maloys had, Draco was probably used to being dressed without a broken arm. Though after several more seconds she finally gave in.

Trying to get the blondes' shirt off his arm without pulling it was a challenge, and having to help him in and out of a pair of trousers was even awkwarder, but for several other reasons. It was certainly not an experience she wanted to participate in again any time soon. Once complete tough, Draco seeming mildly happier, Mia sat down on the unoccupied side of the bed.

"Your dad's coming…" she said quietly, hating to have to be the one to ell him. Although by the look of disdain that had suddenly taken up residence on his face, that wasn't news.

"He's already here. Went straight to Dumbledore" Wow, what a caring man. Not. The younger girl opened her mouth to voice her opinion, though thought better of it and closed it again. It would do no use, and knowing her brilliant luck of today, Lucius would probably be standing right behind her as she said it.

"Any idea when you're allowed to leave here?" She asked instead. Even though it was seeming less and less likely that Lucius would visit his son in the infirmary, it still seemed only logical to Mia that Draco would be safer back in his dorm room.

"Around an hour Madam Pomfry said. But what does she know"

"Probably a hell of a lot more than you about healing?" The raven- haired girl said back, a smile now on her face at being able to leave reasonably soon.

They sat and talked for the next hour waiting, and when Madam Pomfry did finally come, Mia was only too glad to be able to stop looking over her shoulder and leave with Draco. Several Slytherin's stopped them on their way down to the dungeons to ask how he was, unfortunately the blonde was doing 'Just well enough' to recount his 'traumatic' ordeal, and the others were happy to offer gruesome ways to kill Buckbeak, which Mia chose not to listen to.

It wasn't until they were both back in their bedroom however, that Mia finally felt safe enough to let her guard down and collapsed back onto her bed. Vaguely she heard Draco do the same and mumble a 'Thanks," and as she looked over she managed to catch a rare smile flickering across the blondes lips that made her feel slightly warm inside.

A/N: New chapter Thanks for reading and to everyone's who reviewed, they're so nice to read. Keep them coming Z-Nugget xx