Accepted (Drarry/Pansmione/Linny)

Chapter Sixteen - Draco

"Oh, would you two stop complaining about your detention?" Hermione groaned.

Draco had to agree with her sentiment. Ron and Harry hadn't shut up about how terrible their detentions had been since they woke up. It wasn't like they didn't deserve punishment after what they did.

"But Hermione, my hands still hurt!" Ron whined.

"And I had to sort through fan mail," Harry said. "Fan mail! For Lockhart!"

"At least you didn't have Filch breathing down your neck," Ron said bitterly. "And I was still burping slugs! It nearly doubled what I had to clean."

"Lockhart, Ron!"

"Slugs, Harry!"

"Shut up!" Hermione cried.

"Really, we've heard every detail at least twice," Draco said.

"But - "

"But nothing!" Hermione snapped. "It's Sunday, and we don't have class, and I don't want to hear you complain any longer."

Harry and Ron didn't stop complaining, but at least they lowered their voices so that it was easier for Draco and Hermione to ignore them. The two of them ended up gaining speed and turned the corner to the Grand Staircase long before Harry and Ron. Unfortunately, that put them in direct eyesight of Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"Oi Black, how's your weasel's slug problem today?"

"I don't have the time for your shit, Blaise," Draco snapped. "Or the patience."

Blaise scowled. "Fine then, I guess I'll just get straight to the point. Petrificus Totalus!"

"Hey!" Hermione shouted. She went to undo the spell, but she wasn't fast enough, and Draco's frozen body toppled down the stairs. He landed on his leg awkwardly at the bottom, and terrible pain shot through him.

"Finite Incantatem! Draco, oh my god, are you okay?"

Draco yelled and clutched at his leg in response.

"Oh my god," Hermione worried. She ran down the stairs, only tripping once. She slid to her knees when she reached Draco.

"I think my leg is broken," Draco gasped.

"Oh god, it definitely is," Hermione said. "I'm fairly certain that legs can't bend there."

"Fantastic."

"Hey, what happened?" Ron called. He and Harry had reached the top of the stairs.

"That asshole happened," Draco snarled, throwing his arm in Blaise's direction. Blaise at least had the decency to look slightly guilty.

Ron's face grew murderous, but he didn't try to use his broken wand again. He and Harry hurried down to meet Draco and Hermione.

"That's not what a leg is supposed to look like," Ron commented.

"Obviously not, you dunderhead!" Hermione snapped. "Help me get him up; we need Madam Pomfrey."

Ron and Harry joined Hermione in helping Draco off of the floor. Once he was on his one foot that wasn't in pain, he just needed one person to keep him up, so Harry kept his arm around Draco's waist to help him hop down the hall. Luckily, he had landed on the proper floor, so they didn't need to maneuver any stairs.

"Dear heavens, what happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Draco pouted. "Blaise froze me and I fell down the stairs."

"And why did Mister Zabini freeze you?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she helped Draco onto a bed. She rolled up his pant leg and winced.

"Because he's a jerk," Hermione said angrily. "He called me a mudblood yesterday, and now he's broken Draco's leg!"