My eyes fluttered open and un-blurred my surroundings. I was familiar with the place so it didn't take long. I sat up on the bed and got dizzy straight away. I rebalanced and I noticed Michael sitting on a chair next to me. 

"Hey." He woke up as soon as he heard me and held my hand.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" I smiled and I looked at the occupied bed behind on the other side of the room. My eyes widened as I saw who it was and what he looked like. Michael followed my gaze and nodded.

"Better than him I bet," I said.

"Yeah, after you blacked out I went to you and your two body guards kind of beat him up."

"Where are they?"

"Dumbledore's office."

"Shit." I lifted the blanket off me and I turned and got out of the bed. I had to find my balance before beginning to walk and then I put on my shoes. 

"Wait Davina, you should stay and rest, they'll be fine." He walked around the bed to me and held me up. 

"They're both Slytherins and one of them is the son of Dumbledore's biggest enemy."

"Yes, but Dumbledore isn't biased."

"Well, he doesn't like me."

"That's because you don't like him and he knows that."

"Not true," I sulked and chuckled.

"You have a severe concussion Davina, you should lie down and get better."

"Listen to your friend, now get back into your bed, now." Once I heard her demand I slid off my shoes and obeyed. 

"When can I leave?" I asked, as madam Pomfrey was fixing the end of my bed.

"When the bruise on your face heals enough so I can fix the scar on your face, dear." She said, like I should know already. 

"I- uh, you don't need to fix that, I'm fine."

"Your friend told me it happened during herbology, so it will be infected any moment with whatever caused it." I glanced at Michael gratefully. 

"How long?" I asked, one more time.

"No less than 12 hours, then I can fix your scar and you'll be good as new." I've had enough of people saying I'm broken, regardless that Pomfrey is talking about my physical state. She went over to Anthony and gave him some sort of potion that looked like muddy water and after she left Michael and I watched as his purple decorated face faded. 

"What time is it?"

"It's near the end of lunch which means I have to go."

"Oh, okay. Will I see you later?"

"Definitely, now stay and rest, I'll come right after class." He leaned down and kissed my forehead and then I pulled his head towards mine again so I could kiss him. He kissed me back and chuckled between kissed. I went slower and more passionately. He stopped and leaned away slowly holding in his breath. He exhaled in frustration. 

"Mmm, Davina, don't do that, I will be back soon," he caressed my cheek and stepped away, "you are such a minx." I smiled flirtatiously and he walked off. 

I laid back and exhaled. My face was tingling with pain and my body felt like it had been ran over. I was completely exhausted and all I could think about were my parents. Especially about how much I loathe my father. 

The sound of grunting interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to see Anthony waking up. He looked freaked out. I hopped out of bed and went over to him, grabbing hold of the bed frame to keep me steady.

"Where am I? Ouch." His hand raised to his face where I assume is what's hurting. 

"Hey, Its uh, it's Davina, you're in the hospital wing." He rubbed his eyes and looked up at me.

"Oh, hi." He said awkwardly. 

"Pomfrey made all your bruises fade so I'm pretty sure you can leave, I however, have to stay an extra day." I sat down on a chair near his bed, no longer feeling able to hold myself up.

"Um, I'm really sorry about that, I didn't mean to hit you, I'm also sorry about being a jerk, you didn't deserve that."

"Neither did Michael." He nodded in agreement, then he smirked.

"You know, I've never seen him like this with a girl. He is so protective over you, even though he is a weak twig and wouldn't be able to actually protect you." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I'm serious, he really does like you, a lot." I crossed my arms, ignoring him. 

"I forgive you."

"If you don't mind me asking, who did give you that scar?"

"It's a long and complicated story, my dad has a cane, let's just say that."

"Oh, okay," he said, equally shocked and guilty. "I don't see my parents. At least not right now, I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"They're separating. Muggles call it a devource or something? It's just really crazy, and they haven't even spoken to me, they're too busy fighting with each other."

"I'm sorry, parents suck." I smiled empathetically and he returned it. "I'm going to get back to my bed before Pomfrey yells at me." He smiled and I walked back over. I guess we all have things we're dealing with, I mean that's obvious. But I guess that's why he was acting like a jerk. I just wish I wasn't knocked unconscious because I could've stopped him from getting beaten up. But I'm too clumsy and probably would've been hit anyway.

I slid back in my bed just in time because Pomfrey swooshed in. Anthony was allowed to leave which left me all by myself. After several minutes my boredom was interrupted.

"The princess is awake." They both went on either side of me and I ignored Mat's sarcasm.

"What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you get to class?"

"We just got away from Dumbledore so we came to check on you." Draco glanced around and I picked up on why.

"He left already, he didn't have a gash on his face or severe concussion. You guys just dislocated his jaw and painted his face purple."

"He deserved it."

"No he didn't." They both glared down at me.

"I'm sorry but why are you in here?"

"I just happen to be prone into getting hurt, regularly."

"Dav, let's not have this conversation right now." They both went serious.

"Okay, what conversation do you want to have?" I looked at both of them, waiting. 

"You've been through a lot recently, physically and mentally and we just want to-"

"Know when I'll crack." They looked at each other briefly then back at me. "I know that I'm glass to you guys, and that you both always have your hands out to catch me if I fall or to fix any cracks. But I am a person and I'm so fragile. Yes, I'm getting over Cedric, and I just found out my mother died and that my dad still hates me regardless of whatever hope I was holding onto that he didn't, but I'll be fine."

"Stop saying that, just stop. It's like you put all your energy into making sure the people around you don't think about you. We're not waiting for you to fall, we just don't want you to get to that point." Mat stopped talking and I was staring at the wall across the room. 

"Dav, can you just talk to us about how you're feeling?" I didn't know what to say, I haven't thought about that yet. I don't think I really know how I'm feeling. My mouth seemed to be moving faster than my mind and I just started talking. 

"I feel overwhelmed. It's like everything that has caused me mental damaged decided to resurface all in one week. I'm trying to not block everything away and break that habit and its really hard. I guess because I was young it was a lot more dramatic but Cedric dying really hurt. It was like metal had built itself around my heart to stop it from breaking and it's just starting to go away." My voice was breaking a bit but I kept going. 

"A part of me thinks that Michael is a chess piece in helping me with that and it makes me feel so selfish and It's hard to decipher wether I actually like him. And I feel nothing about my mother, if I'm being honest I didn't really know her, the only thing that hurts is that I had hoped I'd get the chance to. I blame my father for that. I blame him for everything. The worst part is that I actually still love him... and I hate myself for it." My chest tightened and I wasn't crying just wincing in pain as I clutched my torso. They both leaned in and hugged me on either side and then the tears fell. My stomach was aching and I was sobbing vocally. 

"I can't take it anymore, I can't handle it all." They hugged me tighter and I realised that I hate myself more than I hate my own father.