A/N: Sorry it's been a while. Hope this is alright. Also when it happens, it's completely innocent. You'll know when you get there.

Y/N had been in hospital for nearly a week. His arm was still periodically hurting because he was cut by a curse, and a nasty one at that, but Madam Pomfrey said it should fade in time.

His friends had made things easier, for the most part. Harry had came to see him a couple of times which was unexpected but appreciated. Neville had come everyday after classes. Then there was Pansy- Pansy had been something else. She fussed and she pampered and she mollycoddled. He woke up one night to Pomfrey yelling, he was confused until he looked down to realise she had snuck into the hospital wing and crept into his bed, cuddling up to him, her face hiding in his armpit as the matron bellowed.

This made even the stoic Y/N Deimos blush.

Hermione though was a different matter. She had not been to see him. Not once. And that hurt. That hurt a lot. It was late afternoon and Pansy was fluffing up his pillows, again, and telling him what he had missed in class, again, when she noticed him miles away.

"Y/N what's wrong?"

"Hmmm?"

"What's wrong? You're miles away!" She chuckled, but with a worried undertone.

"Sorry I was just thinking. It doesn't matter".

"C'mon. You can tell me. I mean... we have slept together".

He glared at her and narrowed his eyes. She giggled.

"Pomfrey is still yelling at me about that you know"

She giggled again.

"Sorry. Just you can tell me. What's wrong?"

He sighed. He wasn't used to letting people in.

"I was just thinking about Hermione".

Pansy stiffened up slightly at her name. Y/N noticed but didn't address it.

"Why were you thinking about her? Did she say something when she came with Neville?"

Pansy and Neville had been coming at different times to try and make sure Y/N had company as much as possible.

"Pansy. She... she hasn't come with Neville. She hasn't come once. I just don't know why".

Pansy erupted.

"WHAT?!???"

She stormed out faster than a Zouwu and was gone. Pomfrey came round the corner with his daily anti-curse lotion as she did. She chuckled and looked at Y/N asking "what was that about?"

"Uh... girl problems I think".

—~—

Pansy stormed through the castle, on a tear, trying to find Granger. What the hell was wrong with her. After what he did for her, what happened to him because of it, and she can't even visit him?

Then it hit her. The Library. She raced there and burst in, seeing Hermione sat in a corner with a large pile of books around her. She stormed up to her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Hermione jumped up in shock but looked at Pansy like she knew what this was about.

"He's only in there because of what he did for you and you can't even visit him?"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but burst into tears. Pansy looked at her, still furious but... sighed. She hugged the bushy haired girl who instantly hugged her back.

"I know. I was too afraid to see him. Too ashamed. It's my fault he's in there".

Pansy sighed again.

"No it's not Hermione. It's the fault of the sicko who sent that quill to him. Y/N doesn't blame you. You shouldn't either. But you do need to see him. He doesn't know what he's done to upset you. He... cares about you Hermione. It isn't fair not seeing him".

Hermione wailed even louder. Pince started heading over to see what all this fuss was in her library but stopped dead at the look Pansy gave her. She tutted and rolled her eyes but walked off.

"What are you even looking up with all these books?"

They released the hug and Hermione wiped her eyes.

"I've looked up every book I could on curses that isn't in the restricted section. I just haven't been able to find anything"

"What were you trying to find?"

"A way to get rid of.... on his arm"

Pansy smiled, but sadly.

"Granger... I know being Muggleborn that..."

She stopped at the hurt look on Hermione's face.

"Let me finish. I know being Muggleborn this is all new to you, but a scar caused by a curse. It can't be undone. He will have that for the rest of his life".

Hermione looked down and nodded- tears threatening to erupt again. Pansy took her hand.

"Come on. Let's go see him. I know he's missing you".

They entered the hospital wing and Hermione was apprehensive to enter. Pansy pulled her in by the hand.

"Hey Y/N. Look who I found"

Hermione looked at Y/N. He was sat on his bed, topless. It was there on his shoulder, glistening from the lotion.

BLOOD
TRAITOR

She teared up and rushed him, hugging him tight, her face buried in his chest. All he could see was a mop of bushy brown hair.

"Y/N I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"

"It's ok. Hermione. I just didn't know why you were mad at me".

She pulled from the hug and wiped her eyes.

"It's my fault. It's my fault this happened to you".

Y/N looked at her puzzled.

"What are you talking about?"

"You only got hurt because you saved me. And now you'll have that forever".

Y/N spoke firmly. That tone of his that told you to take notice.

"Listen to me Hermione. This is not your fault. This is the fault of the coward who cursed a quill and sent it anonymously to a kid. You didn't do anything. Besides I think it's kind of cool".

The girls looked at him..... just astounded he would say something like that.

"What? It's carved into me which is badarse not to mention I'm fucking proud to be a blood traitor. Fuck those supremacist arseholes like my parents".

He chuckled and both girls could do little but shake their heads at him.

—~—

Y/N was finally allowed out and it was the first day of flying classes. As they were at 3:30 in the afternoon he went straight from getting dressed in the hospital wing to walking out to the training grounds. When the other Gryffindor and Slytherin students saw him it was a mixed reaction.

His friends rushed him in joy.

Most of the other Gryffindor's gave him nods of approval.

The Slytherin's looked at him like he was a ghost.

Y/N noticed instantly Hermione and Neville were fretting so tried to calm them both as Madam Hooch approached.

She directed them to summon up their brooms. Y/N looked at Pansy who got it on the third try.

He looked at Hermione who could only get it to roll on the ground.

"Come on Granger you've got this"

He moved behind her, placing one hand on her shoulder. He adjusted her smaller hand with his larger one as he stood right behind her, whispering into her ear.

"Clear your mind. Think of nothing but the broom. Command it to obey you. Bend it to your will".

He could not see through her bushy mop of hair she had lit up like a tomato.

She tried again with his hand still on hers and the broom shot up.

He squeezed her hand.

"Great job Hermione. You're a natural".

He then helped Neville get it.

He returned to his broom which was still on the ground and Hooch narrowed her eyes at him.

"You have yet to summon your broom Mr Deimos".

He held his usual stoic expression and held his hand out. Without speaking it shot up into his hand.

Hooch chuckled and instructed everyone to mount their brooms.

It all happened so quickly.

Neville shot up in the air, flew back and forth before smashing into a wall and landing on the ground with a crunch.

Y/N rushed to his best friend and arrived just before the teacher.

"Nev, you alright mate?"

Neville was crying holding his wrist.

"Oh oh I know it's a broken wrist Mr. Longbottom. I'll take you to the hospital wing".

"Can I come Madam Hooch?" Y/N asked.

"That won't be necessary Y/N. All of you are to stay on the ground. Anyone in the air will be back on the train faster than they can say Quidditch".

Y/N stood there, watching his injured friend leave, and felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, a head buried into his back.

"I know you're worried. But he will be ok"

Before he could thank Pansy he heard his disgusting cousin.

"Fat lump... fat arse..."

The prick had Neville's rememberall.

Harry argued and tried to mount a broom to chase the blonde haired git but Hermione stopped him.

Y/N felt the full fury of his bloodline.

He stalked forward.... bellowing...

"POTTER! HE'S MINE!"

Harry saw the look on his face and gulped, standing back. The rest of the class stood back as well and looked down in fear. Draco 'may' have soiled himself on the broom.

Y/N stalked him holding out his hand, a broom silently flying into it as he glared at Draco with rage. He mounted and was instantly air borne. Draco did the only thing he could. He flew away screaming as fast as he could.

"You dare... against my friend. You're as cowardly as your father Malfoy. I'm gonna drop you from the fucking Astronomy tower!".

The other students looked in fear as Draco flew for his life. He saw Y/N getting closer and did the only thing he could think of. He threw the rememberall as hard as he could towards the castle.

Y/N took off even faster after it, kicking Draco on the way passed, nearly knocking him off his broom. He gained and gained and grabbed the rememberall, spinning in front of a window to slow himself and come to a complete stop just inches from smashing into it.

He slowly lowered to the ground and dismounted, the two girls rushing and hugging him. The other students staring at him. Draco sobbed to himself hiding behind Crabb and Goyle.

He suddenly heard McGonagall behind him.

"Mr. Deimos come with me please"