Lizzie's POV:

My stomach grumbled at me angrily, begging for food, but I knew I would throw anything I might eat right back up. I sat staring at the ceramic plate in front of me, trying to keep my mind from wandering to the cabinet, without success.

I had actually finished the cabinet. After seven months. The next step was to test the passage, and then once Draco and I were sure that it was sufficient, we would bring the Death Eaters into the castle. They would wreck havoc and injure so many innocent students.

My eyes flicked up and landed naturally on a blonde student at the Ravenclaw table. She was a small first year eating by herself.

Tears pricked at my eyes. I didn't want to be the cause of anyone. That little girl could die because of me. Her and all of her friends and all of their friends. One of the tears dripped from my eye, but I reached up and dried the trail before any more could follow.

Changing the train of my thought, I began to think of Draco. My handsome, amazing, brave Draco. I smiled at just the thought of him and his obnoxiously blonde hair, which seemed almost white as snow when the sun landed on it.

Speaking of the devil, he walked into the Great Hall, eyes on his feet. He looked up at me and we smiled gently at each other before he began to make his way to me. His feet moved slowly, as if he were overly tired.

I moved over slightly to make room for him to sit beside me, and when I looked back to him, he was stopped quite suddenly in the aisle between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw staring forwards. All of the color was drained from his face. He gave me a quick glance and I followed his gaze.

My face drained of color just as Draco's had. Katie Bell was standing there speaking with Harry Potter, the one boy who was determined to bring about mine and Draco's demise. Katie gave her head a small shake and then Harry wheeled around on his heel, facing Draco, who took a few steps backwards before turning and hurrying from the room. Harry said a few more words to Katie before following Draco at a jog.

I was frozen. I couldn't move.

Katie remembered who had cursed her and had just told Harry. Harry had the proof he needed to lock me and Draco in a cell in Azkaban.

We were doomed, absolutely doomed.

Harry was going to tell Dumbledore that we had used an Unforgivable Curse on a student and he would send us away at once. We wouldn't be able to finish our task, therefore, Voldemort would kill my mum without a second thought.

Draco and I were going to be locked up in Azkaban, and my mum would be dead.

My heart clenched and skipped a beat, threatening to stop from the terror of the thought.

Someone down the Slytherin table laughed loudly, forcing me to realize that Draco had left the room in a hurry and Harry had followed him. I forced my feet to stand, and I moved robotically out of the Great Hall after them. The only problem was that I didn't know where they had went.

Where would Draco had gone?

My first thought was the astronomy tower, so my feet shuffled in that direction. I had to get there before those two boys destroyed each other.

As I was passing Moaning Myrtle's loo, I heard a loud ruckus from within. Immediately knowing it was Draco and Harry inside, I pushed the door open.

I appeared just in time to see Draco dart around the sinks, Harry following him closely. I splashed forwards through the water that had somehow collected on the floor, trying to call out to them, but my vocal chords were frozen.

I heard the unmistakable sound of Draco's voice begin to shout something, only to be cut off by Harry, who shouted, "Sectumsempra!" My eyes fell on Draco just as Harry's curse hit him. Blood spilled from giant slashes that appeared across his chest.

"No-" Harry gasped. Draco looked down at himself before collapsing back onto the ground with a splash.

This time my heart did stop.

My hands flew to my mouth and I hurried forwards until I was at Draco's side. I wanted to scream, but no noise came out. I kneeled beside him, my legs becoming soaked with the standing water.

"What did you do?" I wheezed at Harry, placing my hands on Draco's chest to staunch the bleeding. I tried to remember any healing spell that I could, but my mind was working about as well as my vocal chords. Draco stared back at me with a complacent look on his face; I could see that he was quickly slipping out of consciousness. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I screamed at Harry, tears flooding my face. My hands pressed against his wounds and I was sure I was hurting him, but I didn't care. I needed this boy.

"I- I didn't-" Harry stuttered. Draco's eyes began to flutter shut. He losing blood too fast. If I didn't do something soon, I was going to lose him for good.

"No," I sobbed violently, "No, Draco. Stay with me! Please!" He blinked once more before his eyes shut completely with a sense of finality. I was trembling with fury and terror.

"Don't just stand there! Go get help!" I yelled at Harry, who was standing by, stuttering and staring. "Draco, love, wake up. Wake up!" My lungs began to constrict, squeezing all the air from me. I felt as if an automobile had been dropped on me. I heaved, my lungs desperately gasping for air.

My world was crashing down around me.

As if by some miracle, Professor Snape rushed into the room, his robes billowing out behind him dramatically. Without a word he knelt on the other side of Draco, opposite of me, and drew his wand, following the lines of the slices in Draco's skin. He was muttering some spell under his breath; I couldn't catch any of the words, but it seemed to be working, for the blood flow began slow down. The wounds seemed to be knitting themselves shut.

I sat by, sobbing still, watching Snape working and begging to Merlin, God, and whoever else was out there that Draco would be alright. I didn't know what I would do without him.

After Snape had finished his spell for the third time, he lifted Draco into a standing position and gave me a glance, asking me to help him without words. I listened without hesitation, slipping my arm under Draco's armpit and sliding it around his waist. The water and blood that soaked his clothes was seeping through my own, but I couldn't have cared less. "We need to get him to the hospital wing. There may be a certain scarring, but if he takes dittany immediately we might avoid even that... Come..." We limped towards the door, but before the door was opened, Snape turned his head to Harry. "And you, Potter... You wait here for me."

As we hobbled towards the hospital wing, Draco's head lolling dangerously, Snape said nothing. He didn't ask how it happened. He didn't ask for one single detail. It unnerved me how calm yet utterly furious he was.

Once we were through the doorway, Madam Pomfrey rushed over and directed us to a nearby cot, where we deposited the boy. As soon as Draco was safely lying down, Snape turned and left the room in another flurry of robes. I assumed it was to go deal with Harry.

Pomfrey immediately got to work, summoning a small dropper bottle from her office. "Remove his shirt very carefully, dear," she commanded softly, summoning other items from her office.

I leaned forwards and began to work at the buttons on Draco's shirt, meticulously pushing them through the small holes. My hands were shaking so bad from horror and sobs that I struggled, but by the time Pomfrey had finished summoning her items, Draco's shirt was unbuttoned.

"Alright, dear, I would ask you to leave, but I know that's a lost cause, so I'm going to ask you to help me. Is that okay?" Madam Pomfrey took her wand from her pocket and gave me a gentle stare.

"A-alright," I choked.

"First, I need you to calm down. Take a few deep breaths. Mr. Malfoy is in good hands," she spoke clearly, holding her wand out to me. I listened to her, taking deep breaths (hiccupping often), and accepted the wand from her. "Wonderful. I just need you to hold that from me for a moment while I apply the dittany." I nodded sharply.

The woman squeezed the dropper and removed it from the bottle before holding it over Draco's body. She tenderly pressed slightly on the dropper and a few drops of the liquid inside dripped onto the boy's skin. It began to sizzle slightly, greenish smoke rising. I drew in a sharp breath and Pomfrey noticed. "That's perfectly normal, dear."

As the smoke cleared, I saw that the areas that she had applied the dittany had stopped bleeding completely and new skin stretched over the wound. It now looked several days old.

Madam Pomfrey held her hand out, indicating she was ready for her wand. I placed it shakingly into her open palm and watched carefully as she held it over Draco and began to whisper unidentifiable words. The blood staining his chest and face began to disappear, as if it were evaporating, and the gashes began to scab over.

"Alright, dear. That's all I can do for now," Pomfrey said after wrapping Draco in bandages. "I'm going to let you stay in here with him, but no one else is to see him, and if anything happens, anything at all, you must summon me at once, understand?" I nodded numbly.

I sat down in the chair nearby and amiably took his hand in both of mine. It was beyond cold, sending a shiver down my spine.