Harry spotted Kris walking along the tables during Breakfast. She stopped dead in her tracks, she is still messed up after she found out she was hexed.
"Kris-!"
"Harry I know what you are going to ask me. I don't remember who hexed me, I don't know why, but I just don't."
Kris darted her eyes to Draco, who had a sorrowful look upon her. She bit her lip as he walked away, and Harry went after him. She was worried, Harry is accusing Draco of this misunderstanding. She treaded lightly behind, until he walked into the boys lavatory.
"Man," she groaned as she just pressed her back against the wall.
"You hexed her, didn't you?" she heard Harry say.
Before she can have a reaction, she heard spells being casted. The SWOOSH and the wall she was leaned up against had it's ends blown up.
"Crap!" She shouted as she jumped out of the way.
She ran into the lavatory, not caring that it's the boys, but it was quiet. One of the faucets blew up and the floor was flooded.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" She heard Harry shout and a grunt.
"Draco," she gasped as she ran over to the source.
She heard sobbing, she looked down, and saw Draco on the floor. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, still alive.
"Draco!" She shrieked as she fell to her knees and slid his head onto her lap.
"Kris," he gasped as he just looked at the ceiling.
She heard someone swishing through the flooded bathroom, and saw Harry staring at Draco. He had his wand in hand.
"You did this!" She shouted at him.
"I- I-" he stuttered.
"GET THE HELL OUT! GET THE HELL OUT!" Kris shouted at Harry as she kept her hand on Draco's forehead.
Snape came rushing in, he is appalled at the sight. He looked over at Harry, who ran out of the bathroom.
"You're going to be okay," she sobbed as her tears escaped her tear ducts.
"Karina let go of him-"
"You're going to be okay," Kris repeated, ignoring Snape's request.
She kissed Draco's head before being pulled out of the lavatory.
"Kris wake up!" She heard someone shout as she opened her eyes.
"You're okay," she gasped as she sat up and hugged him around the neck.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Harry hurt you, he struck with some spell. You were in your own pool of blood!"
"Kris," Draco sighed, "that did happen, but you weren't there."
"So you mean, whatever the hell I saw was a flashback that I dreamt?"
"Harry was probably thinking about it. You two are linked through those scars," Draco shrugged as he pointed at her revealed scar. "That's all that you have to know, so, go back to sleep Love."
Draco got up and began to walk towards her door. Kris hesitated, should she ask Draco to spend the night with her? She doesn't want to dream about that again, she needs comfort.
"You don't want me to stay?" Draco asked as he put his hand on the knob.
"I was going to ask," she admitted as she flushed pink, "but I didn't want to sound like a child in need for their mother's heartbeat."
