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concussions

"It's quidditch," Draco shrugged, wincing at the pain. "I was too far off my broom anyways."

Harry and Draco both nodded at each other like some sort of truce had been made. Ron looked confused while Hermione looked hopeful that maybe the two would stop fighting all the time.

"What all hurts?" Annabeth asked. The girl would make a great healer one day because she was always ready to help others, and she was good at it.

"My head and my chest," Draco told her. "How am I not dead?"

"Mate, Claire just shrieked and then this giant light was beneath you. It made you bounce and then you kinda just dropped," Theo explained, his eyes wide as he thought back.

"We thought you were going to die when you started falling," Daphne said, her voice a little shaky.

"That's why there's Gryffindors in my room?" Draco asked.

"I didn't want to be an accomplice to murder," Ron tried to excuse.

"You would be even more of an accomplice by helping us bring him here and staying with him," Leo responded, an almost annoyed look on his face. Leo still didn't like Ron after the year before.

"Ignore him," Hermione sighed. "But it's time we get back now that you're awake. Feel better."

Draco nodded awkwardly, looking a little upset that so many people saw him fall and had helped him. He shared a nod with Harry as he left. Annabeth explained which potions Draco needed to take and then left with Leo. The four were tasked with keeping Draco awake in case he had a concussion.

"Finally," Blaise groaned. "I don't know how you spend so much time with them, Claire. They're so...Gryffindory."

"What does that even mean?" Claire questioned, her eyebrows furrowed.

"You know," Blaise started.

"Loud, obnoxious, rude," Theo continued.

"They're not that bad," Daphne defended. Claire rolled her eyes at the boys.

"I'll hang out with him first," Claire suggested so that they wouldn't keep complaining about her friends.

"That works," Daphne nodded. "I'll be next."

"You mean I have to stay up all night?" Draco groaned.

"Yep," Claire confirmed. The blonde didn't look happy, especially since Theo and Blaise kept wiggling their eyebrows at him and Claire.

"I was so scared," Draco whispered once everyone had calmed down and gotten into their beds, all of them closing their curtains for privacy.

"Me too," Claire responded. "I didn't know what to do. I just felt helpless."

"But you saved me," Draco told her. "I don't know how, and I've learned not to press you for an answer until you're ready to talk."

But Claire was ready to talk so she told him about her visions and explained why she sometimes zoned out and got sick. She left out being the child of two werewolves because she didn't know if Draco would even remember the conversation in the morning.

"That actually makes a lot of sense," Draco nodded. "So, where do you see me in five years?"

"It doesn't work like that," Claire laughed softly, glad that he didn't freak out. "I can't always decide what to see. I can sometimes think of someone and see a little, but I guess the universe decides what to show me. I actually don't know that I've ever seen you in a vision."

"Do you know who's going to win the first quidditch game?" Draco asked. Claire furrowed her eyebrows and tried to look.

"We do," Claire said happily. But Draco just looked concerned and she realized that her nose had started to bleed. "It does that sometimes. Even my eyes and ears will bleed too if it's a bad vision."