Thankfully, it was Saturday the next morning. As soon as Harry had finished breakfast, he headed out of the Great Hall, racing towards the Hospital Wing.

Rushing in, he found Madam Pomfrey looking at a stack of medical charts.

"Is Professor Snape awake yet?" he asked.

The nurse looked at him in surprise. "He's in the extra room down there," she said, recovering, as she gestured down the hall.

For the first time, Harry noticed a small door down the small hall in the Hospital Wing, Smiling his thanks, he walked into the room.

His professor was sitting up in bed, a book in hand. He looked up as Harry walked in.

"Professor? How are you feeling?"

The smallest of smiles lit up on Snape's face. "Sebastien." he stated. His tone softened slightly. "I'm feeling much better. Although that annoying nurse refuses to let me leave."

"I heard that!" Pomfrey protested, walking into the room. "Professor, you know very well that you have to stay here and rest. You can go out tomorrow at the earliest." She walked back out the room, a stack of paper in her hands.

"What happened?" Harry asked. He noticed how the other man stiffened and his professor's face became guarded.

"I-I'm sorry, Professor Snape," he said in a small voice. "I shouldn't have asked."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," the Potions Master replied, surprising Harry with how soft his tone was. "I just don't think it is wise to tell you."

"I understand, sir," Harry replied. He was reliefed that Severus wasn't angry, but felt strangely hurt that the man had refused to tell him what had happened. Even though he already knew.

"I'll leave you to rest now, Professor." With that, he left the room, feeling just slightly disappointed.

He was about to go back to his dorm when Draco cam eout. "Hey, Sebastien!" the blond called. Harry was surprised to see the genuine smile on the Slytherin's features. "Want to go to the Quidditch Pitch for flying?"

"Sure," he agreed. Racing into his room, he pulled out his Windwhip2000.

Going outside, Harry was about to climb onto his broom when he heard someone approach them. Turning, he saw that it was Goyle.

"HEY MALFOY!" He heard the boy yell. He felt slightly surprised; since when did the others call Draco 'Malfoy'? Now that he thought about it, however, he realized that he was the only one who called Draco by his given name. Everyone else referred to the blond as 'Malfoy'.

"What?" The blond answered.

"Filch want to talk to you about your detention."

With a groan, Draco turned to Harry. "Damn, I forgot. Sorry, I'll be back in a second." With that, he rushed off towards the school.

Harry started with doing laps around the Quidditch Pitch, warming up. The Windwhip2000 was much faster than the Firebolt. it turned at the slightest touch and was a Quidditch fan's wildest dreams.

After several more laps (and whizzing around the goal posts), Harry did his favourite stunt. Pointing the broom handle down, eh raced straight towards the ground at lightning speed. The brown earth drew close and close. The wind rushed into his face, blowing his already windswept hair back. He felt his stomach clench in excitement. This was what he loved about Quidditc; it was the freedomm, the feeling of utter control.

At the last second possible, he pulled out of the dive, his feet skimming the top of the grass.

He heard the sound of clapping behind him. Whipping around, he saw that it was Draco.

"You're brilliant," The blond said, a look of amazement on his face. "How did you do that?"

Harry shrugged, blushing.

"You should join the Quidditch team," Draco said.

"But... you're the seeker, right?"

The Slytherin nodded proudly. "I'm also the Captain this year."

Harry said, "Well Draco, if I join the team, I'll only go for Seeker, and I don't want to take you'er position, therefore I'm not joining the team."

Draco looked at him, seemingly stunned for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

"What?" Harry asked, suddenly self-concious.

"It's just that... I've never met another Slytherin whose so selfless and modest. Usually, they'ld do anything to beat you instead. Oh, and for the team, I was thinking about going for Beater this year anyways. Besides, the seeker, the better for the team."

"So you don't mind?" Harry asked increduously.

Draco grinned. "Of course I do! I'm not a selfless Gryffindor. But I don't really care at the moment. If you want to go for it, don't let me stop you."

Harry smiled. "Thanks, Draco."

After racing around for an hour, Draco asked, "Hey, Sebastien, do you know any more stunts?"

Harry pretended to look offended. "Of course I do!"

"Then prove it," Draco teased, grinning mercilessly.

Harry sighed; he had backed himself into a corner. "All right," he said. "Watch."

He took a deep breath, quickly calculating in his head the angle of the broomstick like Godric had taught him. He was about to pull off Godric's favourite stunt.

Shooting into the air, he did an excercise lap around the Pitch. Then, slowly but nimbly, he climbed up until he was standing on the handle of his broom. Taking a deep breath, he leaped up, doing a cartwheel in the air, the broom falling away from him. He thought he heard Draco gasp, but he was too busy concentrating. He began to fall; sensing this, Harry pointed his legs and shot down towards the ground. Seeing his broom at just the right angle, he did another cartwheel, spinning through the air, coming down just in time to grab the handle of his broom. Rightening himself, he sat up and flew around the goalposts twice before landing.

He turned to Draco, grinning at the Slytherin's stunned expression when he heard someone behind him.

"DEAR MERLIN! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"

He turned to see a redhead and a girl with bushy, brown hair.

"Ron! 'Mione!" He called, running towards them.

"Who did you do that?" Ron repeated.

Harry shrugged. "I calculated the angle so that I knew I would grab onto the broom on time."

Hermione looked at him. "WHAT? Don't you know how dangerous it is?"

"Depends on whose doing it, Mudblood."

Harry felt his blood run cold as he heard Draco's sneering voice.

"Draco," he hissed warningly, his voice cold.

"What's /he/ doing here?" Ron asked in disgust.

"Ronald!" Hermione rebuked sharply.

Harry sighed; this was going to be difficult. "First of all," he turned to the blond. "Draco, kindly do not insult Ron or Hermione in front of me."

He turned to the redhead. "And secondly, Ron, do not bait Draco, or you will regret it." He made his voice into a low hiss. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as Ron quickly nodded.

Draco too nodded after a few seconds of silence.

Harry turned to Hermione. "I need to go to the library to work on Charms homework. Coming?"

Hermione immediately nodded. "We'll be there in a second," she said, dragging a protesting Ron off the pitch.

"Coming, Draco?" he asked in a softer tone. He was surprised to see the slightly hurt look in the blond's eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." The reply was harsh.

"Draco, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to snap at you... it's just that I hate it when my friends bicker. I know you don't like Ron and Hermione, but I can't stand it." He looked straight into those grey-blue orbs. "Please Draco, forgive me?"

The blond nodded. "I'll get my books," he said rather stiffly. "Wait for me in the library." With that, he disappeared towards the school.

Harry sighed. He could tell by the Slytherin's aura that the boy was deeply hurt. He had never realized until now just how vulneravle Draco could be.

After settling down in the library with Draco and Ron around him, he realized with a sinking feelign in his stomach that he had forgotten his quill.

"I forgot something," he said. "I'll be back in a second. Hermione, make sure they don't do anything rash, okay?"

At the quick nod from the girl, Harry walked out fo the library. Getting his quill, he was coming back when he heard an angry shout.

Quickening his pace, he raced into the library. The sight that met him was a shock: Hermione was on the floor, petrified. Ron was baking away from a giant serpant on the floor while Draco's pale skin ws lined with cuts, most still bleeding heavily.

"Incendio!" Ron said, pointing his wand. Draco's robes began to blaze with crackling fire.

"ENOUGH!" Harry yelled. For a second, everyone froze. He quickly sent out a jet of ice at Draco, stopping the fire. With a wave of his hands, he wounds on the blond immediately healed. The air cackled with power, but Harry had had enough. He used wandless magic to revive Hermione, whom immediately dragged Ron away from the Slytherin.

Now for the snake. He couldn't talk directly to it, or the others would find out.... Only one thing he could do.

{Ice! Shadow!} he called silently. A second later, his two pets came into the room. He subconciously noted that Draco raised an eyebrow while Ron backed away.

~Yes, young master?~

Harry quickly explained the situation. {...so could you please tell him and get him to leave?}

The snakes nodded and quickly slithered over to the giant serpent. Harry heard them explaining the situation, apologizing profusedly. A minutes later, the serpant crawled out the window into the Forbidden Forest while his pet snakes settled around his arms.

Now, he turned t face his friends. Ron and Hermione looked stunned while Draco seemed exceptionally pale.

"What the DEVIL did you think you were doing?" he hissed, his voice venomous. "You could have been expelled, you could have hurt each other seriously! What the HELL is wrong with you two?"

Ron began to mumble something under his breath. This was a mistake, for it caused Harry to turn to the redhead.

"You!" he said, his voice dangerous. "What were you thinking, using the Cutting Curse? Did you not know that Voldemort often used it to torture his captives? Did you want to make others suffer like Voldemort did?"

Ron quickly shook his head, looking horrified with the very idea.

"Then why did you do it?" he roared, his voice icy cold. Then, he turned to Draco.

"And you, I thought you knew better! The Serpensortia Spell? What else would that be used for other than damage? Why the snake? God, what the HELL IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU?"

Harry took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you," he said in a softer tone. "But I'm really ticked off at the moment. I leave you alone for two minutes, and look what happens. I shouldn't have to baby you two. Try to be more mature next time. I apologize for yelling."

He checked out his friends' auras nad was reliefed to see that none of them were angry. Ron looked ashamed while Draco... waid a minute, hie aura showed that the blond was in pain.

"Draco?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong? You're hurt."

"I'm fine," the blond said quickly, stiffening.

Harry didn't push the subject, but he send a beam of healing energy at the Slytherin.

Draco relaxed slightly, smiling his thanks.

Harry sighed. "Looks like I don't have time for Charms homework today," he groaned. "Let's get to dinner." With that, they each left the room.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"ENOUGH!" Sebastien's angry voice rang through the air a second after I set the ferret's robes on fire. Ha, he deserved it, that absolute git!

Before I knew what was happening, the fire on the prat's robes were put out, Hermione was awake, and the serpant was out the window.

He seemed so angry; I could actually feel the air cackle with power. Sebastien must be extremely powerful. And he used wandless magic. I know he did, there's no other way he could have done it, he didn't have his wand with him. But how is it possible? A wizard NEEDS there wand to focus their power...

I still wonder why he chose to go to Slytherin. He definately has the courage to go to Gryffindor, or the brilliance to get into Ravenclaw.

But one thing I know for sure: I won't piss Sebastien off again unless necessary. He sure has one hell of a temper.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

How? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE? How is it that Sebastien can do wandless magic? These were the thoughts running through my mind as I went to the Great Hall.

High levels of wandless magic should be impossible. Only Professor Dumbledore can only seem to do simple things like clear off the table or turn off the lights. But Sebastien did a counter-curse without his want.

Looks like I'll be spending tomorrow in the library...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"ENOUGH!" I saw Sebastien stomp into the room his cold, penetrating blue eyes flashing dangerously.

The next thing I knew, I felt pieces of ice hitting me, dousing the fire Weasley set on me. He revived Granger, and somehow, sent the serpant out the window.

"What the DEVIL did you think you were doing? You could have been expelled, you could have hurt each other seriously! What the HELL is wrong with you two?"

I winced inwardly as the words hit me with the force of a brick wall.

My shoulder was aching from where Weasley had hit me, but I barely felt the pain. Sebastien's words, for some reason, meant more and hurt me more than any physical wound ever would. I hadn't realized how much I longed for his friendship, his approval. Merlin, I'm an idiot. Sebastien probably hates me now.

After what seemed like forever, I heard Sebastien apologize. I was jerked from my thoughtrs when the boy asked, "Draco? What's wrong? You're hurt."

Damn it, how could he tell I was hurt. "I'm fine," I mumbled.

Sebastien didn't reply, but a second later, a ray of energy hit me, diminishing the pain. I smiled my thanks.

The next thing I knew, I was walking out the library, following Sebastien towards the Great Hall.