Lizzie's POV:

I was sitting in the chair beside Draco's bed with my head lying on the bed and his hands gripped softly in mine, when he began to stir. I hadn't noticed until he placed his hand upon my head and smoothed my hair.

"Lizzie," he croaked.

My head shot into the air so fast that the room spun. "You're awake," I breathed with a smile.

"Quite a keen observation," he gumbled.

"How do you feel?" His bleary eyes scanned the hospital wing around us, putting the puzzle pieces together in his mind.

"Like shit." He attempted to sit up, face contorting with pain, but I stood and placed my hands on him, forcing to lie back down.

"No, Draco," I said firmly. "Look, just moving that much caused fresh blood to seep into your bandages." It was true. Draco looked down at his chest, and sure enough, there were deep red lines of fresh blood soaking through his bandages. With a defeated huff, he gave up. "I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey. Don't do anything stupid." I gave him a pointed look and hurried towards Madam Pomfrey's office, which was at the back of the hospital wing.

When I knocked on the door, she was sitting at her desk sorting through a box phials filled with colorful potions. She looked up at me, and upon seeing who I was, placed the phial she was holding, which had been filled with a goopy orange substance, back into the box and motioned for me to enter. I pushed the door open and gave her a serious look. "He's awake."

"Already?" she asked with raised eyebrows. I replied with a short nod of my head. "Goodness me, those spells certainly did the job then, didn't they?" Together we made our way back to Draco's bed, where the boy had, thankfully, not done anything stupid in my absence. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," she greeted him.

"You know of muggle princesses?" I asked curiously as the woman began to peel Draco's bandages off of his chest. She started on one bandage that began just left of Draco's neck and ended below his left ribs.

"Why of course. My sister is a squib and moved into the muggle world. She taught me all about muggle fairy stories, and some of them are not so muggle, if I remember correctly." She peeled the bandage off completely, revealing the wound below. The tissue was mostly healed in some spots, due to all of the spells that had been cast upon him, but there were plenty of areas where the new skin had been torn back open from his attempt to it up. "Alright, Mr. Malfoy," she sighed. "The new skin tissue seems to be coming along in tip top shape, but whatever you did overnight, tore it open in some spots. You will most likely have some scars left over at the end of all of this."

"The new tissue," I began, "since it tore due to his movements, will he be bed bound until it's fully healed?"

"Oh no," she returned sweetly, beginning to peel off another bandage. This one started just under his right pectoral and stretched down to the hem of his trousers. Draco winced as she pulled it off. "You will be perfectly allowed to go about your everyday routine in a few days, but there is absolutely no strenuous activity until the wounds are well past healed. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Draco replied with a frown.

Once all of the bandages were removed, including the one the covered his right cheek, Madam Pomfrey cast a few spells on the gashes before covering them in new bandages.

"Alright, that should do it," she said when she was finished. "You stay in bed." Satisfied, Pomfrey walked back to her office.

"So did Potter get expelled?" Draco asked, running a finger along his bandages. He looked as if he wanted to tear them off of his body, like they were constricting him.

"I don't know," I replied. "I've been here since you have." I really didn't want to think about Harry right now. Our supposed 'Chosen One' had almost killed one of the only people in the world that I'm sure I love.

"You were here the whole night?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah. Did you expect me to leave?" I raised an eyebrow as well, trying to mimic his expression - one of accusation and love.

"Well, I suppose not," he answered. "What exactly happened? It's all a bit fuzzy." He brought a hand up to his head and rubbed his forehead.

"Uh- Well- What do you remember for sure?"

"I remember..." Draco closed his eyes, concentrating. "I remember Katie Bell... I remember... Moaning Myrtle? Why do I remember Moaning Myrtle?"

"Okay, after we saw Harry talking to Katie, you left the Great Hall, Harry followed you, and I followed you a bit after. You two were dueling in Moaning Myrtle's loo. Right after I walked in, Harry used an odd curse. You fell backwards into the water that was all over the floor. I yelled at Harry a bit and then you blacked out and Snape came in. He saved your life."

"So you were there," he muttered.

"I was," I answered. "Did you think I wasn't?"

"I wasn't too sure. I saw you leaning over me and you seemed so surreal. Like an angel."

"Well, I was there and I'm not an angel. Sorry," I chuckled.

"I beg to differ," he returned. "Anyway, are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" I asked, incredulous. "Draco, you're the one who nearly died."

"But you're the one who had to watch it. That's got to do something to a person."

"I don't think I've fully accepted it all," I spoke, furrowing my eyebrows. "Otherwise Harry would be dead." Draco tried to laugh at this, but winced from the pain it caused him and immediately stopped. I drew in a sharp breath and grasped his hand. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He gave me a small, reassuring smile to try and hide the pain he was in, but I knew him too well. The smile was lopsided due to the bandage that covered one side of his face.

"Are you hungry? I'm sure I could catch the tail end of breakfast if I hurry," I offered, pointing over my shoulder at the door with my thumb.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Would probably do both of us some good," he said. "Give you a chance to stretch your legs."

"Okay," I replied. "I'll be quick."

I stood from my chair beside Draco's bed, my back cracking along with my knees.

Once I was in front of the Great Hall, I took a deep breath, pausing for a moment, and hurried into the room. The chatter carried on as I rushed towards the Slytherin table, ensuring me that my plan was going well so far.

I neared the Slytherin table and grabbed two apples, two pieces of toast, and loaded a plate with eggs and bacon. I shoved the apples into the pocket of my robes and adjusted my grip on the plate. I had placed the toast on top of the eggs.

With a deep breath, I began to speed from the room

"Lizzie!" I heard someone call me from over my shoulder. Recognizing the voice, I felt anger bubble in my stomach, feeling the urge to scream and throw every curse I knew, but reminded myself that I was surrounded by thousands of witnesses, so I began to walk quicker. "Lizzie, wait up!" The voice was closer to me this time, and just as I was about to step into the safety of the corridor, a hand touched my shoulder.

"Get your hand off of me," I seethed, wheeling around and glaring as coldly as I could. He withdrew his hand with an expression of near-terror.

"How's Draco?" he asked quietly.

"Why should you care?" I snapped easily.

"I didn't mean to-"

I cut him off before he finished his sentence. "I don't care if you meant to. You did it."

"I'm really sorry, Lizzie," he mumbled.

"And I really don't care," I sneered. "You are dead to me, Harry Potter." He winced and I didn't stick around to hear his response; I turned and stormed back to the hospital wing.

Draco noticed something was bothering me when I passed him the food. "What happened? You're mumbling angrily." I hadn't noticed, but he was right, I was cursing Harry under my breath. The air around me was literally sparking and smelled of ozone.

"Had a run in with Harry," I replied, my nose flaring just from the thought.

"And?"

"He asked how you were doing."

"And?"

"I told him he was dead to me." I took a bite from one of the apples. Draco gave a great wheeze which I took as a makeshift laugh. "He's lucky I didn't actually kill him."