Author's Note: Well here's the next chapter. I know it's been so long since I've updated and I was supposed to update like a month ago. I'm so sorry. I was planning to update the day I said but I looked at the chapter and totally hated it and redid the whole chapter. I had real trouble with this chapter and redid this chapter like four or five times. All of them different but in the end I liked this one. I'm not totally happy about but it worked and after this chapter it should be smooth sailing since Anyway I hope you like it. Enjoy.

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Draco woke up to the sound of voices around him. He opened his eyes to see Blaise, Theo, Daphne, and Pansy all surrounding him with worried expressions on their faces. Well the girls did anyway. Blaise and Theo had these unreadable expressions on their faces that he couldn't figure out at that moment.

Draco's eyes roamed around the room he was in and realized he was in the Hospital Wing. What for he didn't know. The last thing he remembered was talking to his uncle.

He opened his mouth to say something but was beat by Pansy who had noticed he was awake.

"Draco," Pansy cried. "How are you?" Draco smiled weakly. Pansy could be an outright pain in the ass but she had somewhat of a good heart.

"I'm fine," said Draco sitting up with the help of Theo and Blaise. "My head just hurts like shit,"

"Probably from your fall," Blaise said.

"Fall?" asked Draco. He didn't remember a fall.

"You fainted. You took a pretty hard fall mate," said Theo. "Don't you remember?"

"No. All I remember is talking to my sister and the next thing I know I'm here in the Hospital Wing," said Draco. "Why am I here? Did Promphey tell you guys," Draco watched his friends give each other a look.

"What's wrong?"

"Draco," Blaise started after a moment. "You have a rare magical case of anemia,"

"An- what?" Draco said. He had never heard of that before.

"It's a disease where your body is lacking a certain amount of blood. That's why you've been getting the headaches. It's one of the symptoms," Blaise finished.

"There is a cure right," said Draco after a moment of processing the information.

"Yes. You'll have to get a blood transfusion," said Theo.

"Well when am I getting it?" Draco asked. His friends gave him an uneasy look. "What?"

"Your mother's been trying-," started Daphne.

"Wait. My mother was here,"

"Yes. She came four days ago," said Pansy

"Four days ago," said Draco confusingly. "Wait. How long have I been unconscious?

"A week," said Daphne.

"Wait. I've been unconscious for a week," Draco said.

"Yeah. You've been coming in out but have never fully awakened until now," said Theo.

"If I've been out so long why haven't I been taking to Saint Mungos?" Draco asked. He saw his friends' expressions turn to ones of agitations.

"Saint Mungo's suddenly doesn't cater to people who were once death eaters," said Blaise his eyes narrowed. Draco laid his head back against the wall. This was a new one for him. Not surprising but new.

"Thankfully for us Madame Pomfrey knows how to do the blood transfusion," started Daphne.

"But that can only be done if we find someone who will willingly give you the blood," Pansy finished.

"Willingly," said Draco his eyebrow raising.

"Draco you already have rare blood as it is and that's positive AB and you need the exact same blood for the transfusion to work. Your mother, sister, and our bloods don't match yours so we couldn't donate the blood. Madame Prophey however did find several others that have the same blood as you but…" Pansy trailed off.

"They refuse to give it to me," Draco finished. He gave out a bitter laugh. "No surprise there," He was a former death eater. Who would want to give blood to save his life? They all sat in silence until the doors of the Hospital Wing were burst open and a gloomy looking Natasha walked in but her face immediately broke out into a smile when she saw Draco.

"Draco," she said running towards her brother and tackled him in a hug. "You're up,"

"Tasha what did I tell you about the hugging in public," Draco whispered to her when he saw Blaise's and Theo's smirks.

"That only applies if you haven't just woken up from being unconscious," said Natasha pulling away from and looking at him intently. "So are you okay. You know this would have never happened if you had told mom about your headaches," Before Draco had a chance to reply, Madame Pomfrey instantly came out of her office and started fussing over Draco and why hadn't they called her when he woke up. She made everybody leave except for Natasha who sat on the edge of Draco's bed and watched Madame Pomfrey give Draco a potion until she asked a question.

"Madame Pomfrey have you been able to find any other donor?"

"As a matter of fact I have. There seems to be one other person in the school that has the same blood type as Mr. Malfoy," said Madame Pomfrey taking the cup from Draco when he finished the potion.

"And who is it?" Natasha asked.

"Mr. Potter. He shares the exact same blood type," said Madame Pomfrey. "All I need to do is ask him if he'll donate the blood," She then went back to her office to get more items for Draco.

"That'll be a waste of time," Draco said.

"Why. I'm sure he would give you the blood," said Natasha.

"I highly doubt that the guy who's hated me for last seven years is going to donate blood to me," said Draco. "So you might as well go try someone else,"

"Not so fast. I know there were some misunderstandings between you two," started Natasha.

"Misunderstanding is understatement," muttered Draco.

"But I mean he's Harry Potter. The savior of the wizarding world, he wouldn't just let you die if he knew the situation," said Natasha.

"But Weasley would," Draco said quietly but Natasha heard him.

"What does Weasley have to do with it?" Natasha asked.

"Potter is most likely going to base his decision on the account of his friends Tasha. If you tell Potter, he'll go and tell Weasley and Granger. They'll both be against the idea. Well Weasley will. Granger would just be apprehensive about it. Some way or another Weasel will convince Harry not to give the blood using my past involvements as a justification," Draco said simply. He knew exactly how it would play out.

"That's not fair. Sure you've done some things you aren't proud of but who hasn't done things they're not proud of" Natasha said.

"I was a death eater. There is no greater sin than that to most people," said Draco. "And a future reference for you. Life isn't always fair,"

"First all there are greater things then being a death eater. I mean come on. There are rapists and pedophiles out there that prey on little kids," started Natasha. "So there are greater sins then being a death eater," Draco wanted to tell Natasha that a handful of death eaters were rapist and pedophiles but decided against it. "And another thing. Life might not be fair but there's something that people need to know and that's judging someone. You can't judge someone else and you have faults to. That's like someone getting on me for insulting someone and ten minutes later the person who was judging me is insulting someone else or talking bad about someone. It's just hypocritical," Natasha finished in matter of fact voice which reminded Draco of Granger.

"What did you learn over in America," Draco said with an amused look. Natasha shrugged.

"I just learned that everyone makes mistakes and you can't always judge them especially if you don't know there situation," said Natasha. She then got off the bed and kissed Draco on the cheek. "Well I have potions and I need to go. I'll also be asking Madame Pomfrey if I can ask Potter about donating the blood tonight,"

"Do whatever you want but don't get your hopes up," warned Draco as she started walking away. Natasha nodded and left.

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Natasha went down the stairs of her dormitory and into a very crowded common room. She scanned the common room and found Harry sitting on the couch with the boy Weasley and Michael's cousin, Hermione. She took a deep breath and walked over to them.

"Excuse me," Natasha said. The three seventh years looked up at her all wearing different expressions. Hermione who was the only girl in Gryffindor who would talk to her gave her a smile. The Weasley boy had a look of pure hate while Potter had this look of uncertainty but with a hint of curiosity.

"What do you want," Weasley said harshly.

"Ron," hissed Hermione. He ignored her and continued watching Natasha.

"I actually wanted to talk to Harry. If that's okay," said Natasha politely. She ignored the looks Weasley were giving to her and kept her head held up high. Natasha might not have acted like a Malfoy but she still was a Malfoy and Malfoys didn't back down from anyone unless of course their lives were at stake.

"What do you-" started Weasley before Potter cut him off.

"What do you need?" asked Potter his attention on her and a hint of curiosity in his voice.

'The girls in my dorm are right. He is pretty cute,' Natasha couldn't help but think but shook that thought away. She had no time for marveling over a guy. Draco needed her help even if he didn't think so. "Would you mind if we talked alone Harry," Before Potter could even answer Weasley started talking.

"Whatever you tell Harry you can say it in front of us Malfoy," Ron snarled. Natasha breathed in and out to calm herself down and thought that maybe Draco's descriptions of the red headed boy weren't as farfetched as she first thought.

"Ron-" Hermione started.

"It's okay. It's nothing secretive," Natasha said. "As you all probably already know, my brother is sick," Potter nodded. "He has a disease called anemia-"

"Serves him right," Weasley muttered.

Natasha ignored him and kept going. "And the only way he can be cured is if he has a blood transfusion. But the thing is, he has a very rare type of blood and everyone who has it refuses to donate it to him,"

"I wonder why" Weasley said sarcastically. Natasha curled her fist. This Weasley boy was really starting to get on her last nerves but she kept her cool.

"However, Madame Pomfrey told me that you have his exact same blood type," Natasha said. "So I was wondering if you'd donate the blood," There was a moment of silence until someone finally spoke which was Weasley much to Natasha's dismay.

"You must be crazy to think that Harry would give your bastard of a brother blood after all he's put us through," started Weasley a bit loudly causing people to look.

"Look. I know my brother probably hasn't been the best towards you all but-" Natasha started but was again cut off.

"Why would Harry give that son of a bitch blood after all he's put us through over the years. Malfoy wouldn't give Harry the blood if Harry needed it so why should Harry," Ron said his voice getting louder and louder with every word. "Malfoy deserves what he gets. If the son of a bitch dies then good riddance,"

What happened next happened so fast that no one could stop it. Natasha slapped Weasley across the face making a large echoing sound throughout the common room. If people hadn't had their attention on the conversation before, they did now.

"You are such a jerk," Natasha yelled at Ron standing at her full height and not caring about the pain in her hand, how her eyes were starting to water, or how the Gryffindors were looking at her crazy but Weasley was not going to get away with it. "Look I don't know what my brother did to you for you and your friends to him hate him this much but grow up and get over it,"

"My brother could fuckin die if he doesn't get this blood transfusion and all you want to do is bring up what he did and how he deserves to die," Natasha said tears streaming down her face. "You don't know how it feels to think that your brother could die and if you do. You sure don't act like it," Natasha finished with venom in her voice. She then stormed out of the room.

"Stupid Gryffindors," muttered Natasha wiping away her tears. She walked down the corridors not knowing where she was going to go. Her brother was probably asleep so she didn't want to go mess with him and going back to her dormitory was out of the question.

Natasha continued walking down the halls aimlessly until she found an empty classroom and decided to stay there. She'd stay there until she could sneak back to her dormitory without anyone noticing. Natasha didn't feel like having any consultations with her fellow housemates.

She sat at one of the tables and laid her head on the table thinking about the event that had just taken place. Even though Weasley was being rather rude, she shouldn't have blown up like that. Now she had no chance of getting Potter to give the blood. What person would help someone who shouted at his best friend? She really should have paid attention to those anger management classes her father had made her take when she was eight. Natasha pushed everything that happened today to the back of her mind, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

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Natasha was awoken to something tickling her face. She groggily moved one of her hands and swatted whatever it was away. She then closed her eyes to go back to sleep but the tickling continued.

"Leave me alone," Natasha whined swatting at her face again.

"I will. If you get up?" said the person. Natasha opened her eyes to see Michael bending down next to her with a quill in his hand.

"What are you doing here Michael? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Natasha asked sitting up in the chair she was in and stretching.

"Natasha. It's ten thirty in the morning," Michael said. "We leave for Hogsmeade in two hours,"

"Wait. I slept here the whole night?" ask Natasha surprised.

"Yeah. I finally found you after looking for you for an hour. You sure do know how to hide when you don't want to be found," Michael said standing up and then pulling her up. "Now come on. I need to get you back to your dormitory. You look a mess," Natasha rolled her eyes but allowed Michael to pull her back to the Gryffindor common room

After Natasha had cleaned up and dressed, she and Michael walked down to the Great Hall for a late breakfast ignoring all the stares Natasha received from the Gryffindor table. They took seats and started putting food on their plates.

"So what are we going to do in Hogsmeade today?" asked Michael.

"I thought you had a date," said Natasha taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.

"Brian has Quidditch practice so we're going later," Michael said carelessly. Unlike Draco's assumptions about Michael, Michael wasn't interested in Natasha. Michael was actually bisexual and already had his eyes on a couple of people.

The two teens continued talking about Hogsmeade and what they'd do their when an owl came and dropped a letter in front of Natasha.

"What is it?" asked Michael looking at the letter in her hand. Natasha shrugged and opened it. She read over the letter and smiled and then looked at Michael.

"He got it. Draco got the blood transfusion," Natasha said happily.

"That's great," Michael said with a smile. "Did it tell you who gave it to him?"

"I don't know. The letter just says your brother got the transfusion and that's it," Natasha said.

"That was all that was on the letter?" Michael asked frowning. Natasha nodded. "No signature or anything?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"I'm not trying to rain on your parade or anything but how do you know that your brother really got the transfusion," Michael said seriously. "There are a lot of people in the school that knows he's sick and wouldn't mind playing a cruel trick on you,"

"And Madame Pomfrey might have just sent me the letter with a signature" Natasha said standing up from her seat. "I'll see you later and if I don't make it back in time for Hogsmeade go without me," Michael nodded and went back to his breakfast.

Natasha rushed to the Hospital Wing ignoring teachers telling her to stop running and the voice in the back of her mind telling her that running the way she was very unladylike. She slowed down when she got to the doors of the Hospital Wing and stood outside the door.

Michael's words came back to her. What if what Michael said was true? What if someone was just being cruel and was tricking her? She stood there for a while longer thinking over it until she made up her mind and opened the doors.

Author's Note: Well that's the chapter. I hope you like the way I portrayed Natasha and I hope she's not coming off as a Mary Sue. I'm trying to have her not act like a Malfoy but still have some of the tendencies that she was taught when she was younger. Also I know I probably didn't really get in depth with Anemia but I gave the basics of it which is all I really wanted. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review. WhipMyHair24 out. Peace.