A/N: I don't own HP. 

Warning: Foul language and implied suicidal thoughts.

Dedicated to Hermionezabini because you voted on so many of my chapters :P Thanks for all your support! I really appreciate it, and you made my day :)

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Blaise

I peeled the curtains apart carefully and peeked in, expecting to see blood and gore and strange fluids.

Instead, I saw...Hermione Granger.

I gasped. Hermione Granger was hospitalized? But I'd just seen her in the morning!

My eyes travelled past her frail body and moved onto the body of my friend, lying on the bed next to hers.

Wait...Draco had a bed next to Granger? And there was no curtain between the two of them?

What was going on here?!

Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside the room. "What do you mean I can't go in yet? I'm the Head Healer, and those two should be waking up soon!"

Muted muttering ensued.

I quickly rolled under Draco's bed.

The door opened, and the lights went on.

Hermione

I woke up blearily, blinking in the harsh white light that pierced and bullied its way into my eyes.

Head Healer Crax was standing in front of my bed with a slightly crooked grim look on her face when my eyes had adjusted.

I quickly wrapped my bed sheets more securely around me as I realized that my glamour charms from before were fading. "Must hide imperfections."  My inner voice said. "No one wants to see the useless, ugly, pathetic Mudblood you really are."

I bit my lip hard to keep from whimpering.

"Not a morning person, eh?" A snarky voice came from right beside me.

I jumped a little.

"For your information, Mr Malfoy, it is 7 o'clock in the evening, and I have grave news to share with the two of you." 

"Graver than the fact that we're both sadly still alive?" He laughed. It sounded strangled.

I frowned at him. "Shut up for a minute, won't you?"

To my surprise, he did.

"Thank you, Miss Granger. Now, as I was saying, I bear grave news. You, Mr Malfoy, are no longer pureblood; and you, Miss Granger, are no longer of pure muggleborn blood."

She grimaced lightly. "This is due to the unprecedented...blood transfusion that has...been carried out between the two of you. That's why the two of you had beds next to each other, we wanted your magical core to fuse properly with your new...blood status, and you two needed to be close enough for your magic to...amalgamate, and stop fighting the new blood."

She paused, and a poignant, uncomfortable tension infiltrated the room. My heart thudded with dread.

"You are both halfbloods now." She said simply.

"What?" I mentally shrieked. "I'm...I'm not Mudblood anymore?"

"Doesn't matter. You're still useless and ugly and worthless. No one cares, hon. Look at your arm. You'll always be a pathetic Mudblood." My inner voice sneered.

And I listened, because as usual, my inner voice was right.

I shrunk deeper into my bedsheets.

"Your magic was fused together while your bodies adjusted to the new blood and fought the poison, and we managed to separate the strands afterwards, but you will always be more attuned to one another's use of magic from now on." Head Healer Crax continued. "It was also because of this powerful fusion of magic that your...wound...finally healed, Mr Malfoy, so I expect you to be reasonably grateful towards Miss Granger here despite the strange...manner by which you were healed."

She let us digest this information in silence.

"You two will be released tomorrow, but we'd like to keep you overnight just in case." She smiled kindly at us and left, her soft footsteps echoing down the corridors outside.

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I looked at Malfoy, still reeling in shock. 

He looked back at me calmly, as if turning halfblood were a daily occurrence for him.

I gaped at him. "So...I have Malfoy blood in me now?"

He laughed, long and shockingly hard.

"Bet that was what you wanted all along, huh? Malfoy blood in your muddy veins? Well, guess what? Congratulations, you got an upgrade!" 

"And what do I get? You wanted to see my downfall, Granger? Well, congratulations again! But, guess what? I don't need your meddling! I was doing just fine before you came along on your merry way to steal some pure blood for your fucking muddy bloodstream! I didn't need you to ruin the last fucking thing I could be fucking proud about!" He yelled bitterly, his palms hitting his mattress with force.

That was it. Every last shred of my self-control ripped, burned and exploded.

"I fucking saved your fucking ungrateful and undeserving life!" I hissed. "Does that mean nothing to you?!"

"No, Granger." He laughed. "Don't you get it? I don't want to be saved. I didn't need it."

He leaned in, nearly spitting in my face. "You fucking stole my death away from me!"

"You could have waited until I was dead to steal my blood from me, you know? Instead, you had to pretend to be noble and save poor little Draco Malfoy's life! Congratulations, the Mudblood saved another life! Oh yeah, and she got rid of her Mudblood status too, isn't that just great? Well, fuck you, Granger. Fuck you."

 We were both very quiet for a while. I don't know if he held his breath. I certainly did. I was pretty sure if I didn't I would spontaneously combust from the bitter, cold fury that ran through my veins at his ungrateful tirade.

His face was contorted into an ugly sneer, and he seemed so angry. Angry at everything and everyone.

"Is this your idea of karma?" He snarled at me after a long pause. "Your idea of retribution? You thought you could stop me from offing myself so that you could prolong my torture?"

"I..." I faltered, my anger suddenly collapsing into pity. All of a sudden I understood. He was lashing out because he was lost. I knew what that felt like. I was lost, too. So lost.

"I never wanted your blood." I whispered instead.

He laughed. And he didn't stop, not for a long time. It sounded strangled, and desperately, desperately sad.

A/N: So guys, what do you think? Do you think Draco is reasonably angry? Did Hermione do the right thing by saving him? Notice that Draco still somewhat believes in pureblood supremacy. Do you think that's reasonable of him?