Overcoming Differences

You're With Who!?

**A/N: J.K. Rowling is and will always have soul ownership over the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Though I do so enjoy love writing this story and borrowing her characters and locations. As always please enjoy the chapter.**

Daphne saw Harry in the corridor, on her way to volunteer in the Hospital Wing as she did almost every other night. She wanted to become a mediwitch when she left Hogwarts, so she studied and learned all she could from Madame Pomfrey.

"Hey Harry, whatcha doing? You look blue? Anything the matter?" She asked.

"Nothing to be worried about. Where are you going?" Harry asked. When he went to change his shirt after Hermione bled on it, he decided to stay away from Hagrid's cabin since he was dealing with one of the pregnant Unicorns tonight, and Harry wanted no part of that. He was also worried that Hermione had not gone straight to the Hospital Wing.

"I'm headed to volunteer at the Hospital Wing. Want to come?" She asked him. She really wanted to figure out what was bothering him and maybe help him.

"Sure." He replied and fell in step with her and pushed back his raven colored hair.

She smiled as she brushed a lock of her blonde hair out of her face. She took his hand and they set off up to the Hospital Wing.

As they came up to the Hospital Wing, she noticed a familiar platinum blonde head sitting on a bench just outside the door. "Draco?" She asked him as they came up on him, still holding hands.

"Greengrass?! Potter?! Why are- Wait are you dating the Golden Boy?" Draco asked with a smirk as he noticed them holding hands before laughing, "This is rich!"

She rolled her eyes "Shut it, Draco!" She said in an irritated tone. "What on Earth are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing really. I got tired of the dungeons, so I came here to relax. What are you doing here? Going to snog Potter's face off?" Draco asked sarcastically.

She sneered at him, and pulled Harry a bit as she walked away from Draco and into the infirmary.

Harry followed Daphne in before stumbling slightly over Malfoy's foot that was conveniently placed in his path as he walked by.

Daphne felt the pull of him stumble. And she whipped her head around to look at both boys. After giving Draco a dirty look, she looked at Harry. "Are you alright?" She asked calmly.

"Fine. Just fine." Harry replied, with aggravation evident in his voice as he caught himself.

"Come on." She said softly to Harry, closing the door, ignoring Draco as he sat there arrogantly smiling at them.

As Harry walked in, he noticed that one of the beds was covered by curtains but he thought nothing of it as he sat in an open chair and watched Daphne. He really hoped that Hermione made it to the Hospital Wing before she passed out.


Madam Pomfrey called Daphne, into the area that was closed off, to assist. "Granger!?" Daphne said in shock as she walked around the curtains.

Harry heard the name and walked quickly to the curtain, he knew what had happened to her, what he didn't know was how bad off she was. "When did she get here? Is she going to be okay?" Harry the elderly medi-witch before them.

"Do you know what happened to her Mr. Potter? Because, when she arrived with Mr. Malfoy, he had no idea. He said he found her wandering the halls delirious and talking nonsense, and he couldn't make any sense of the things she was saying." Madame Pomfrey responded as she used potions and her wand to help heal the wound. "Miss Greengrass, I need you to siphon the blood as I work, so I can keep both hands free please."

While they worked, Harry turned to the entrance at the very moment Draco had looked through the small window on the door, and the two boys made eye contact. Potter frowned as he mouthed "We will talk later," to the Malfoy heir, before turning back to his bleeding friend, "No, Ma'am,, I am sorry I have no idea." He lied to Madame Pomfrey, knowing that since magic could hide it, all that would happen to Ron would be detention, or he'd get off scot free.

The medi-witch managed, after 45 minutes or so, to seal up the wound on the back of Hermione's head. She then gave Hermione a potion to help her replenish the lost blood a little faster. And left the three forth years alone.

"I will deal with Malfoy later." Harry announced to Daphne as he sat back in his chair, his fingers wrapped together in frustration.

"He's still out there. Shouldn't we tell him she's going to be okay?" Daphne asked Harry.

"Why does he want to know anyway? He is one of the people who makes her life a living hell on an almost daily basis." He demanded.

She just looked at him incredulously, "Really Harry? You said she ran off to see someone and suddenly she turns up in the Hospital Wing, brought by Draco. I do not see this as a coincidence at all."

"Please, don't say that." He replied softly dreading the truth of her statement. If he lost his last friend to Draco sodding Malfoy of all people, he would jump off the Astronomy Tower.

"Listen Harry, it might not be as bad as you think." She said smiling. "He's really not that bad a person. He has his moments, but then who doesn't?" She smirked knowingly.

"The fucking tosser has had it out for me and for Hermione for years! I don't wanna lose anyone else." Harry replied a frown.

"Are you sure it was him? Not someone else working through him Harry? Maybe, someone like his father?" She reasoned.