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Sirrah Malfoy by EnigmaticEyes16
Chapter 17 : Hospital
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 14

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Author's Add-In: In case you didn't figure it out, it is Dominique in the chapter image below.



From my perspective, I had asked a simple question of my friends.

Who hit me?

But the awkward silence made it clear that no one seemed keen on answering the question.

This was frustrating.

Suddenly, I heard a door open. A very large door, at that. Now knowing that I was in the Hospital Wing, I assumed it to be the main door to the giant, sterile room from how heavy it sounded.

“Is she awake? Is she going to be okay?”

Was that—?


Why would he come here?

“She’s fine, Potter,” Scorpius drawled. “She’s awake now.”

“She is?” James asked; I could hear his footsteps coming closer.

“Yes,” Scorpius answered, obviously already completely bored with the fact that his twin sister just had her face knocked in.

What a great brother I have here, right?

“Wonderful,” somebody else spoke up. “She’s going to be okay. Can we leave now?”

“Who is that?” I asked, not recognizing the female voice.

Even though I don’t believe she had come any closer, I could still hear the girl’s very audible sigh of annoyance as everyone else had suddenly become quiet again.

“Who is she?” I asked again, no longer tolerating my friends’ inability to answer perfectly simple questions.

“Dominique Weasley,” the girl finally replied. “I’m the one who hit you with the bludger, although it’s too bad it was only by accident.”

“You take that back!” Talon quickly hissed. I heard his chair scrape backwards across the floor as he stood to snap at the girl.

Oh Merlin, what have I gotten myself into? I should never have smiled at—or even flirted with—Talon. It’s obviously given him the wrong impression, and boy is he easily blind when it comes to me. Of course, I was too busy trying to keep him from starting a fight with James to care…

“Talon!” I yelled instantly, like a mother reprimanding a child. “Sit down. Unless you want to get yourself, and everyone else here, kicked out, you better calm down and stop trying to start a fight!”

It was a scolding, probably one he didn’t take well, but thankfully he did as I instructed and I heard him retake his seat. He was still peeved; I knew that. I could hear him breathing heavily due to the adrenaline that was likely still pumping through his veins.

“Now,” I continued once Talon had settled. “If I heard correctly, this was an accident?” I said, referring, of course, to my face.

“Yes,” James quickly replied. “I know that as Gryffindors and Slytherins, we are not prone to getting along, but I never would have wanted this to happen, especially to an innocent spectator who wasn’t even on the field.”

“Oh, please,” Dominique quickly interjected. “James, what is wrong with you? She’s a Slytherin! Spectator or not, she’s definitely not innocent. She probably deserved a good bashing in the face!”

“Excuse me—” I tried to cut in but James beat me to it.

“Dominique, you hit a girl in the face, with a bludger for crying out loud! How would you feel if you were in her shoes right now, lying in that bed, with your face wrapped up in bandages?” James asked.

“I’d stop being such a bloody bint and get over it,” she stated as if it were obvious. I could just see her hand on her hip and a bold, challenging look on her face.

“Hey! I have been handling this whole situation a lot better than you think, Weasley!” I exclaimed.

How dare she try to wound my impeccable reputation?

“I really don’t care,” she quipped back to me.

Oh, I would slap her if I could.

“Dominique!” James yelled at her.

What!?” she exclaimed. “Why do you keep defending her!? Just because you feel guilty about kissing the girl on the train does not mean that you are responsible for her, James. I sure as hell don’t feel responsible for any of this and I’m the one who dared you to kiss her in the first place.”

So, it was her.

It was all her bloody fault!

“I never said she was my responsibility but, since I think of myself as a decent person, I can’t just ignore the fact that she’s been injured by my own teammate!” James shot back.

“Look, I hate to intrude on your little family feud here but as I told Leighton, it’s not like Sirrah’s never been hit by a bludger before. Madam Pomfrey has already declared that she will be as good as new and as you can see, she’s doing just fine,” Scorpius drawled slowly in his very annoyed tone, probably hoping it would stop the two Gryffindors’ bothersome griping.

“What is going on out here?” The voice of Madam Pomfrey suddenly interceded all of the commotion.

Oh good. The old woman had finally come to put an end to this ruckus.

I could hear her approach as she took quick, swift steps toward us, and what sounded like another pair of footsteps following behind her.

“Everyone please back up from the patient, and I don’t want to hear any more of this shouting or I will have to order you all to leave,” she said determinedly as she now stood next to my bed. “Now, has Miss Malfoy awakened?”

“Yes, Madam Pomfrey,” I answered happily. I was glad for her interference for she had shut everybody up; all the yelling and arguing was starting to give me a headache.

“Good,” she stated, pleased with this. “How are you feeling, child?”

“I’m okay, I guess. I don’t feel any pain, if that’s what you mean,” I answered, feeling suddenly unsure of my whole diagnosis.

“Very good,” she stated briskly. “You’re facial injuries are very serious, my dear, to such a degree that I thought it would be best to confer with St. Mungo's on how to properly treat you. I have been consulting with Healer Samson here all through the night about your case as he is a sort of expert with such Quidditch injuries as yours. He’s been very helpful with your treatment.”

I nodded blindly, “Thank you, Healer Samson. I actually think I’ve heard of you before…”

“Yes, Miss Malfoy, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had. Your father is a very generous and supportive sponsor for the Irish National Quidditch Team. I’ve been present at every single one of their games for the past five years and I’ve helped in healing many of the team’s players.”

“Of course, I remember now. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir, although I personally would have preferred an introduction under much different circumstances,” I stated as politely as I could. I am a Malfoy, of course, and it is a necessity to have impeccable manners, otherwise I’d be no better than that tramp, Dominique Weasley. “No offense,” I then added, as an afterthought.

“None taken, Miss Malfoy,” he replied.

I nodded again, frustrated that I was still unable to see this person, or anyone for that matter.

“So, how exactly are my injuries being treated?” I asked, changing the subject now that the formal introductions were out of the way.

“Well, Madam Pomfrey and I gave you a potion while you were unconscious to minimize the pain as much as possible as it would have been much too unbearable for any person to handle,” Healer Samson promptly began his explanation. “If we hadn’t, you never would have achieved consciousness so quickly. You may still have a bit of a headache, but it is expected considering the seriousness of your injuries. And I must say, although it’s possible that you could still be in shock, that you are handling this entire situation quite well. Most people, I think, would be much more panic-stricken in such a serious condition as this.”

I smirked happily. I told that bitch I was handling this just fine. How dare she have the nerve to call me a wimp? I bet she’d be crying her eyes out like a pathetic little child right now if she were currently in my position.

“Why thank you,” I stated smugly.

Oh, how I wish I could just smirk and simper at James’ annoying cousin.

Hm, I wonder if they’re even still here. I don’t think I heard the gigantic door open again…

“Now, dear,” Madam Pomfrey started, her voice soft and comforting. “I know it must be hard for you without your sight but I’m afraid the bandages are necessary. You will have to keep them on for at least a week before I can remove them and, even so, you might have to stay another week before I can release you from the Wing. By then, your face will have completely healed and you will be as good as new.”

“I hope you’re right,” I replied casually.

I don’t know what I’d do if my face was permanently scarred by this.

Of course, I had the means to alter such things, but I wasn’t a big fan of changing anything other than my hair and even then I wasn’t very creative because I typically refused to be anything but blonde.

“What about food?” I asked, as an afterthought, suddenly realizing that I was actually quite hungry as it seems I have not eaten since dinner yesterday.

“A house elf will bring you your daily meals and help feed you. I don’t want you leaving that bed, you need to rest. And when you are released, I don’t want you playing Quidditch for at least a month as your facial structure will still be a bit fragile. Hold on, there’s another potion we need to give you now that you’re awake,” then the two of them quickly walked away, over to her medicine cabinet, I assumed.

“Well, that won’t be hard,” I commented sarcastically to myself. “It’s not like I play Quidditch.”

“Although why, I don’t know,” Ty cut in, surprising me. I’d almost forgotten they were there.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, annoyed.

“Well, Scorpius may be good; no offense, mate,” he said, sucking up to my brother. “But we all know that you are ten times better at being a seeker than he’ll ever be.”

“Nonsense,” I stated as if such an idea were absurd. “I haven’t played in years.”

“Maybe so, but you were chosen onto that team as a first year, Sirrah, a first year! Hell, you were the only girl on the team! And then halfway through second year you just quit without any reason or explanation.”

“I decided I didn’t like the sport,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Yeah right,” he stated defiantly.

“Whatever,” I replied, annoyed. I didn’t want to talk about Quidditch. “Are Potter and Weasley still here?”

“Yeah,” Ty replied, letting the subject drop. For now, anyway.

“Okay, well, I hope you are all listening because I’m only going to say this once: this is not your fault, Potter, so stop blaming yourself already. I can accept that this was an accident and I don’t hold either you or your teammates responsible, so I think that it’s safe to say that you and your cousin may leave.”

“Thank God,” I heard Dominique mutter under her breath.

Merlin, if James wasn’t first on my “Those Whom I Really Want to Punch” list, and I could see where I’m going, I would totally sock her one right this instant.

James, on the other hand, I assumed had his jaw slack in shock.

I mentally rolled my eyes in annoyance, “I said that you could leave. So, why do I not hear the door opening and closing and your footsteps getting farther and farther away? I may have a completely demolished face, but I think it’s safe to say that my hearing is better than ever.”

Finally, I heard footsteps, although one pair sounded reluctant. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dominique had dragged him out since I doubt that James had been quick to move from the spot he’d been standing in and she seemed determined to leave. Soon enough, I heard the door open and close and the sound of their footsteps disappeared.

“They’re gone,” Ty stated.

“Good,” I replied, happily. “Scorpius?” I called out next.

“Yes, Sirrah?” he asked, still very much indifferent to this whole situation.

“This is all your fault,” I stated, firmly.

“What?” he asked, suddenly surprised. “How is this my fault?”

“Because,” I stated, determined to win this argument, “If it weren’t for your decision to allow the Gryffindors to stay, Dominique Weasley never would have hit me with that bludger.”

“Whatever,” Scorpius said. “I’m leaving.”

I heard his footsteps, too, as he swiftly left the room, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Footsteps suddenly approached.

“Here you go, dearie,” Madam Pomfrey said as she quickly returned to my bedside at Scorpius’ exit.

I raised my hand to try and take it and she, knowingly, grabbed a hold of my wrist with one hand, probably to hold my hand steady, and placed the vial in my hand with the other. “Okay, now drink it all up.”

“What will this do?” I asked, curiously, before pressing the vial to my lips.

“It’ll help with the healing process. You must take this potion every morning and evening, but since you’ve been unconscious most of the day, we’ll just consider this your morning dosage. You’ll also have to take another potion, once daily, to keep the pain at bay. Healer Samson will continue to visit for the next couple of days to make sure your progressing well in the healing process, but if all goes well he won’t be around much longer.”

She didn’t sound very happy to have another Healer in her midst here at Hogwarts. As a guest and a consultant on one of her student’s injuries, she treated him respectfully, but I had a feeling that she wasn’t too pleased about the situation. Madam Pomfrey was a very bossy person, and I’ve always had this inkling that the only reason she didn’t work at St. Mungo’s herself was because she didn’t like other people having authority over her. The perk of running the Hospital Wing here at Hogwarts was that the only person technically above her was the headmistress, and McGonagall, having full trust in Madam Pomfrey and no healer training, left her alone.

I quickly swallowed the vial’s contents. It tasted awful, but if it’s going to heal me then I would gladly drink a whole pint.

“And that reminds me,” Madam Pomfrey added. “I had a house elf bring up some soup and a baguette for you, maybe one of your friends could help you with the eating process.” And then I heard her walk away, and soon the sound of a door shutting, probably the one to her personal office where good ol’ Healer Samson was most likely waiting for her.

“Here, I’ll do it,” Leighton said. I heard some movement. It sounded like she had switched chairs with Talon in order to be closer to me. “You boys can leave if you like, I’ll stay with her until curfew.”

“Are you sure?” Ty asked, sounding concerned.

He was probably worried about leaving Leighton alone, in case she fell into hysterics again.

“We can stay if you like,” Talon offered.

He was probably only afraid of letting me out of his sight while I was still injured.

“No, it’s fine,” Leighton stated firmly.

“Come on, guys,” Kenny spoke up. “I think what Leighton is trying to say is that, after spending the last sixteen hours with us, she wants some girl time with Sirrah.”

You got to love Kenny; he can be so perceptive sometimes.

And with that, the three remaining boys said their goodbyes and were soon gone while Leighton obligingly spoon-fed me my soup.

“Merlin, I thought they’d never leave,” Leighton suddenly spoke up, sounding actually cheerful for the first time today.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

I thought she would enjoy having people there to comfort her while she was upset.

“I only pulled those fake tears because I didn’t want to leave your side, not until you’d woken up anyway. I hadn’t planned on McGonagall allowing the other four to have the day off as well,” she continued.

I was shocked.

So she wasn’t really crying? Just fake crying?

“So you’ve only been pretending to cry for the past seventeen or so hours?” I asked, trying to grasp what she was saying.

“Yes,” she replied, sounding momentarily guilty—but not any less happy—about it. “You know me, Sirrah. I’m not the crying type. Neither of us are. But I just couldn’t stand the idea of having to sit through class wondering how long it would be before you finally woke up,” she explained. “Or worse: that I wouldn’t be there when you did wake up. The last thing I wanted was for you to wake up alone, unable to see, and without any knowledge of your surroundings.”

I suppose she had a point. Leighton really wasn’t the crying type, but the fact that I thought she had really been crying when I woke up tugged at my heartstrings. The last thing I’d ever want would be for her to be worrying about me so much that it brought her to tears…

“I’m not saying that it was all fake. Some of those tears were real, at first anyway, when I didn’t know if you would make it. Just please don’t tell the boys that because I don’t think they’d be so understanding, especially Scorpius; he kept complaining about how we were missing important lectures that we wouldn’t get back and so on and so forth. I mean, I wanted to slap him for being such a jerk. To care more about grades than your own sister, well it’s just wrong!”

I actually laughed at that, “But it is very Scorpius. He would care more about his own grades than he would me. It doesn’t even occur to him that I’m going to miss a whole two weeks of classes while he’s only missed half a day.”

“Seriously,” Leighton agreed. “The boy needs a reality check.”

I then heard her scoop up a spoonful of soup, “Okay, open up.”

“Are you going to do this every day?” I asked jokingly before taking the spoonful into my mouth and swallowing.

“I can if you want me to,” she offered. “Every meal, every day. It’s probably better than getting spoon-fed by a house elf.”

I grimaced, “You’re probably right. I never much liked house elves.”

“I know,” Leighton said, I could hear the smirk in her tone.

“It’s not that I have anything against them, it’s just that they’re so formal, and needy, and eager to please… it gives me the creeps,” I continued, shivering with goosebumps just thinking about the little creatures.

“I know,” Leighton repeated. “Don’t worry, I promise to be here every single meal. I can spend all of my evenings here if you like, that way I can keep you updated on what we’re learning in our classes.”

“Normally, I’d detest such an idea, but considering the fact that I’m not allowed to leave this bed for a week and how bored I’m going to be all day long, especially without the ability to see, even class work sounds welcoming.”

Leighton laughed, “Merlin, I’d hate to be you.”

“Yes, well, that would be why you’re not me,” I replied wittily.

“More like thanks to you that I’m not you right now,” she stated, suddenly much more serious. “If you hadn’t of pushed me out of the way, I might have been the one in this very bed, or in the bed next to you.”

“Yes, well, even if I hadn’t pushed you, I don’t think that the bludger could have possibly struck both our heads; the ball’s not that big, you know.”

“I know,” Leighton replied, laughing as she continued to feed me spoonfuls of vegetable soup. “But still, it’s a scary thought,” she added, becoming serious again. “I’m so glad you’re going to be okay.”

“Me too,” I smiled.

I was glad it was me here in the bed and not Leighton. I don’t know what I would have done if it had been Leighton. If it were her, it’s possible she could have ended up ten times worse. And I would be rioting to have Dominique’s head delivered to me on a silver platter.

Leighton was my rock, I don’t know what I would do if she were ever hurt.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed both chapters. Don't forget to leave a review before you leave. I'm open to anything you have to say.


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