We sat in silence for a few moments, then Nicholas spoke up.

"I need to take a quick shower." He said evenly. I looked over at him, a flash of uncertainty crossed my face. Since he was watching me wouldn't that mean I'd have to go in there with him? Not the shower but perhaps just the bathroom... The men's bathroom.

"But you're supposed to be keeping me prisoner." I said sarcastically. A single laugh captured his vocals. It was odd to see him laughing. Usually he's either sulking, angry, or on the verge of killing me.

"That I am. Good thing the guys don't mind when there's a lady in there." Nicholas said slyly. He got up from the bed and stretched his arms over his head, staring out the window with piercing blue eyes.

"But I mean you don't have to go." He added. I perked my head up. There's no way I'd pass up a chance to attend a sighting in the guys bathroom. Zachary may kill me for doing it, but at least I'll get a good laugh out of it.

"Oh no, I want to. Let's go." I said with a grin. I bounced up from the bed and eagerly followed Nicholas out of the room. He led me past the dormitories and down to the common room, which wasn't too busy.

Only a few students seemed to lurk in the common room. A boy and a girl laughing near the fire, and another girl was having a nap on one of the couches.

I followed Nicholas into the guys bathroom. Immediately I was slammed with hot air. The door closed behind me, and I followed him further into the bathroom.

He grabbed a towel form the racks and headed to the row of showers, stepping into an empty one. He closed the curtain behind him then turned on the water.

I sat on one of the benches near the sink, unpleased by the fact that no one was showering with the curtain open. It was quite disappointing really.

I was sitting with a frown on my face until I saw Draco Malfoy stepping out of one of the showers. He was wearing nothing but a white cotton towel, which was wrapped tightly at his v-line.

His blond hair was a mess, and dripping with water. I stared for a moment, watching closely. His stomach was lined with abs. I was in somewhat shock. I always thought of Draco just as a spoiled rich little kid who liked to make fun of others, and not so much on the buff side.

His head turned toward me, and immediately I averted my eyes. Perhaps stalking guys in the males bathroom isn't my strength. He hovered over one of the sinks, but I could feel his blue eyes staring at me.

I slowly turned my head back to him, cheeks growing a light shade of pink. "I remember you. You're that Greendale girl, huh? The one that can't choose which Riddle brother she wants." He said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and leaned onto the cold white tile. His smirk was awful. But he was right. I can't seem to choose which Riddle brother I want for myself, even though they all seem to want me.

"That's me." I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment with a light laugh. He turned and stared at himself in the mirror; as if admiring himself. I wasn't surprised. I've always thought of him as self-obsessed.

"Well, in my opinion, they all suck." He said firmly. I cocked my head slightly. He was one to talk about being a bad person. You either hate Draco, or tolerate him— and only a select few can tolerate his bitchiness.

"In my opinion you suck too." I replied. He snapped his head in my direction, raising an eyebrow with shock. But I said what I said. He has no place to talk about who's a bitch and who isn't one. He's about as bad as they come.

"Well I didn't ask for your opinion." He responded. I scoffed and shook my head. There's something seriously wrong with his head. He has no right to tell me all the Riddle brothers suck. Maybe he's right but that's for me to decide myself.

"Well I gave it to you anyways, didn't I?" I said, smirking with sarcasm. I got comfortable on the tile, despite the fact that the walls were terribly cold. He huffed and stormed off to grab his clothes, which laid near the sinks.

A few moments later Nichols turned off his shower and stepped out from the curtain. He was dressed in a towel, like Draco, with the thin fabric draping on his v-line.

Even Nicholas had abs, surprisingly, and they were extremely visible. I looked away before he had a chance to catch me. I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. I was more than ready to leave.

Nicholas grabbed another towel and brought it over to the sink, then used it to dry his hair. As he was doing it, Draco stormed over.

"Tell your girl to stop being such a bitch to me." He said angrily, standing only a few feet away from Nicholas. I took a step forward defensively, but there wasn't much I could do.

"First of all, you can tell her yourself, and second of all, back off Malfoy." Nicholas replied, only a slightly hint of anger in his voice. I stood there silently, observing with only my eyes and ears.

I knew Draco wouldn't say that to me, though, he's too much of a spoiled brat to do anything that could sabotage his stay at Hogwarts.

It was an odd sight to see, and almost a funny one. Two boys standing in nothing but a towel, arguing over the fact that I hate them both. Honestly things just keep getting weirder and weirder.

"Oh right. She's not even your girl. The dumb fuck can't even decide who she wants." Draco smirked. I felt my heart drop. Even coming from Draco, what he said still hurt me.

In less than a moment Nicholas turned and landed a firm punch right on Draco's left cheek. The sound was loud, and sounded painful. Draco touched his cheek with his hand, then went to punch Nicholas in the stomach.

Though, when his hand hit Nicholas, he barely even moved. I was impressed. Now Nicholas as furious. He narrowed his eyes and shot his fist across directly to Draco's nose.

The sound of snapping notified me that Nicholas broke something, which would probably get him in deep trouble. I stepped forward and grabbed Nicholas' hand. There's no way I could let him go further.

Draco yelled something as I pulled us out of the bathroom, but I couldn't quite hear what it was. The three students in the common room all turned toward us, but I didn't care.

I dragged Nicholas back up to Zachary's room, and surprisingly he didn't refuse to follow me. I led us inside then slammed the door behind me. "What was that?" I asked in a whisper-yell.

He stood a few inches away from me, staring down into my eyes. I could still see the pure anger in his eyes and the rage steaming off his skin. I've never seen him this outraged before. Draco must've really got under his skin.

"That? I was putting that douchebag in his place." He replied, anger consuming every word. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my heart rate. I wasn't mad that he punched Draco, but breaking his nose may have been a little much.

"I know. I appreciate it. But maybe his nose is a little too far." I replied quietly. He nodded. We stood there in silence for a few moments, looking at one another. I didn't know what else to say to him.

I've always seen Nicholas as the calm and reserved one, so when he first punched Draco I was taken aback, but when he broke his nose I was almost at a loss for words.

"He has no right to treat you like that, Anastasia. No one does." Nicholas said softly. I could finally see the anger beginning to leave him. It was being replaced by a more calm and peaceful emotion.

"Sometimes you don't get a choice about who treats you good and bad, sometimes you just have to deal with it." I said with a light smile. He listened carefully.

I looked down toward his torso and brought my hand up to where Draco had punched him. A small purple bruise was stationed where his deep-set abs rested.

I touched the bruise with my fingers, ever so lightly. He flinched, just barely. I may not know much, but I do know about how long bruises take to heal. It's something I learned when I was little, because my mom used to aid as a nurse.

"This will heal in a few days. Since it didn't go past the muscle it won't hurt too bad." I whispered. I could feel his eyes pierce into me whenever I removed my hand, like he didn't want me to stop.

I allowed my hand to drop back to my side and my eyes to look at him. His blue eyes were soft; willing. It was almost impossible to just think he was punching and being punched.

"Do you have any other wounds?" I asked. He thought for a moment, then replied. "Yes, actually. A few days ago I cut my shoulder blade, but I haven't had a chance to fix it up." He said.

I nodded. "Sit down, I'll take care of it." He turned and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. I grabbed a towel from Zachary's closet and reached into my backpack for a water bottle.

I sat down next to Nicholas and poured some water onto the towel. He turned slightly, so I was able to reach his shoulder. I touched the towel to the cut, which was about two inches deep.

The moment the fabric hit his skin, Nicholas' hand clenched the comforter tightly. I could tell he hadn't cleaned it, solely based on the fact that a light touch pained him.

I patted the cut a few times with the towel, then sat it on the floor. "It's clean, but bandage it up when you get a chance, just so the wound doesn't open." I said. He turned toward me, relief in his eyes.

"Thank you." He smiled. I took into account the fact that this was a race occurrence; seeing Nicholas smile. But I liked it. He looked so kind when he did. I almost thought of saying he should smile more often, but that might get me kicked out.