He looks so peaceful in his sleep. I watch him as he slowly breathes in and out, in and out. My Draco is alive, thanks to Snape of all people. I still can't believe what Harry did to him, then what he said to me. I understand how it may have been wrong in his mind but he had no right to call me what he did, well what he implied anyway.

"3 hours," Madam Pomfrey says to me as she checks on Draco. She says it because she remembers that that is how long he sat with me for, when I was unconscious in this room too.

I don't intend to leave though, not now. I don't ever want to leave his side.

I need to write my parents a letter, specifically my mum (she'll probably know more), about the plan to move house. I still can't believe she hasn't told me about this, I've lived in the same house since I was 4 years old, it holds so many memories, although some weren't perfect it's still my home. I grab some parchment from my bag.

Mother,

I hope you had a lovely Christmas; mine was wonderful, thank you for asking.

Anyway, I've been speaking with Dean at school recently and he said something about us moving? I find it odd that you haven't told me about this, but I'm sure that there is a reasonable explanation for that. I'm just a little confused as why you and father have decided it's time to move, I thought you liked our home.

If you could get back to me soon that would be great.

Also I'm sorry for sending you this message by owl post; I know that you don't like it.

Jasmine

A couple more hours past until I decide to leave Draco, I needed to send my message to my mother anyway.

I bump into Hermione on the way back through the school; I'm heading for my common room.

"Jasmine," She says as I'm face to face her. "I'm not going to say anything horrid," She says when I don't reply to my name.

"Okay." I'm not sure what to say at this point.

"I'm so sorry about what Harry said to you," She gives me a look of displeasure when she mentions his name, "I've spoken to him about it, I don't think I've ever been so angry with him, honestly."

"You didn't have too, and you have nothing to be sorry for."

We stand there awkwardly for a moment, until Hermione finally decides to talk again.

"How is he?" I can tell that she feels uncomfortable asking, but I know she's only asking for my sake.

"He's asleep."

She nods, it's wasn't a proper answer but she doesn't bother pushing me.

"I don't mean to be rude, but do you mind if I go to my common room now? I just have a lot to think about." I ask.

"Oh yeah, sure," She steps out of my way, "But, Jasmine, I really am sorry."

I nod and walk away, back to the common room.

It's late afternoon, there's not many people in here, which I'm quite grateful for. I take a seat on the black leather sofa by the window and look out at the bottom of the black lake. You can never really see anything from these windows; the water's always too dark and filled with dirt floating around. All I've seen is strange looking sea snails stuck to the glass, but I swear one time, in first year, I saw a Selkie that saw me an threatened me through the window with her trident. I may be making that up though, but I remember telling people about it.

Hours tick by as I sit by the window and continue to do absolutely nothing. I don't know what to do with myself.

"Draco's awake." I hear a voice from behind me say. I turn to see Blaise, he doesn't look as happy as usual.

I get up from seat, quickly, "Really?"

He nods, "He's asking for you."

I stand there for a moment to take in Blaise's expression. Then just as I start to walk away I hear him begin to speak to me.

"Why are you with him?"

I turn around and meet his eyes as he stares straight at me.

"Me and you, I swear we use to have something. After the Yule Ball I thought-" He cuts himself off, "I don't know." He finishes his sentence differently to the way he'd first planned.

"Blaise, you know that I love you, but it's not like that. It's never been like that."

"I'm sorry; I'm not why I thought what I thought. I knew you wanted to be friends but I think I always assumed that we'd, I don't know, end up together." He looks sad but immediately tries to save himself by saying, "Now go, Draco needs you."

It's probably bad for me leave him like this, but he's told me go, so what can I do?

Blaise turns to walk away before I start to leave, I walk to the door but once I'm out I run all the way to the hospital wing.

"Draco!" I call once I'm at the entrance, still running to get to him. I come to his bedside and go straight to his lips, kissing him as he kisses me back. Only Madam Promfrey is there, but I guess it doesn't matter now anyway.

"I'm glad you're okay," I say, pulling away and taking a seat on the chair next to him.

"Nobody's killing me off, especially, Potter, trust me," he says, taking my hand in his own.

Madam Pomfrey stands next to me before she begins to speak to Draco, "You'll have stay here a couple days longer, Mr. Malfoy, but I'm sure you'll be fine now that you have company again." She looks at our hands before smiling down at me. "Visiting hours are closed now but I'll let you stay a little while longer if you wish." She smiles once more before walking away, leaving the two of us alone.

"How do you feel?" I ask Draco, he's focused on our hands.

"I'm okay. Snape healed me up pretty well. You were there weren't you? I vaguely remember through the pain of it, unless my minds playing tricks on me."

"Yeah, I was there." I ponder telling him about me leaving and having my 'chat' with Harry, but I think better of it and leave it how it is.

"I've got scars. Madam Pomfrey says they will fade a bit but they're permanent."

I look at his chest covered by the sheets and his shirt, he catches me and asks, "Do you want to see?"

I nod, I'm scared to find out what they look like but I'll have to find out sooner or later anyway.

Draco drops my hand and pushes the sheet down before proceeding to unbutton his shirt. He opens it up to reveal 3 large, fresh, red scars fixed on his torso. These scars have just added more damage to the boy who was already damaged enough. I reach out my hand and gently graze over the top of one, Draco winces and I immediately retract from him. I can't help but feel dejected as I look over them more. I hate what is happening to him, I can't bear to watch him be demolished a little day by day.

"It's fine," He says to me. I then realize that's there's tears running down my cheeks. It's not fine.

I sit and watch as Draco does his buttons back up, covering the scars once again.

"Did she see your mark?" I can't help but ask.

His eyes dart over me as if he's mentally screaming. "No, of course she didn't. Snape made sure of it."

"Snape knows?"

He seems slightly panicked as he fumbles for his own words. "He- well- yes- he knows… But it's fine, just don't worry about it. It's probably time for you to leave I'd imagine." He avoids my eyes.

I'm a little thrown off by his sudden comment, but I don't argue with him. I stand up from my chair.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" I try to make it a statement but it comes out more like a question.

"Yeah," Draco answers me quickly before glancing over at me then looking away again.

"Okay, see you then." I begin to walk out of the room, hoping for a reply but nothing comes.