Later that night, I was eating my dinner all by myself, with no help from anyone, when the big doors of the Hospital Wing opened again. I was surprised to see—not Leighton coming to apologize for her horrific behavior but—
“Kenny!” I exclaimed, excited to see my other best friend.
“Hey, you finally got your bandages off!” he stated, practically shouted, in surprise.
“I know!” I replied happily. “Where have you been all my life?” I then proceeded to ask, dramatically. “I feel like I never see you anymore!”
“I know,” he repeated. “Scorpius wants the Quidditch Cup more than anything this year; he has us practicing all day, every day.”
“We haven’t even been back for a whole two weeks yet! Tell him to give you a break!” I replied. It was ridiculous for Scorpius to be training them so hard this early in the year. The first match was ages from now!
“So, you feel like a brand new person or what, S?” he asked, changing the subject as he walked over to sit in the chair next to my bed.
I took a spoonful of my vegetable soup, swallowed, and shook my head, “Not really.”
“Why not?” he asked, looking perplexed.
“Let’s see,” I started, using my fingers to count off each and every ailment. “I haven’t showered in a whole week, I’m pretty sure half of my muscle mass disintegrated during my bed rest, I look like utter crap, and I think my nose may have fixed itself crooked.”
“Oh stop,” Kenny laughed. “You don’t look that
terrible and you’re nose isn’t crooked.”
“I’m pretty sure it is,” I argued, poking at it as I attempted to look down at it.
“I’m pretty sure it’s not,” he insisted, shaking his head in amusement. “So, where’s Leighton?” he asked next.
I shrugged, “Probably off somewhere comforting freaking James Potter after I broke his stupid nose.”
“What?” Kenny asked, not understanding.
I shook my head, “It’s a long story.”
“Tell me anyway,” he stated in all seriousness, sitting back in his chair.
I stared at him, still shaking my head. I knew he wouldn’t leave until I told him what happened earlier, but I really didn’t want to have to tell him.
It was apparent though that he hadn’t seen Leighton yet, so at least I had a shot at having him on my side this time.
I sighed reluctantly, knowing I would have to be the one to tell this story.
“She visited me earlier today and the moment she saw that my bandages were off, she started acting really weird and I didn’t know why. So, naturally, I asked her what was wrong and when she said ‘nothing,’ I continued to push her until she finally told me that James was outside the door, waiting to hear how I was doing. Apparently, he’s been out there for most of the past week, and she has been giving him updates on how I’m doing,” I quickly explained, taking very few breaths in between.
“Why?” Kenny asked, looking confused.
“Why is James Potter hanging around or why is Leighton giving him updates?” I questioned, wanting some clarification.
“Both?” he replied, though he seemed unsure.
“James is still hanging around because he thinks we could actually be friends, or more—so he says, but I don’t trust him.”
“Leighton’s got this stupid notion in her head that James and I would make a good couple, which is absolutely ridiculous. She thinks I should give him a chance, but I’ve already given him one chance and he blew it so, as far as I’m concerned, he doesn’t deserve another one.”
He nodded, seeming to understand my reasoning. I was very thankful for this, glad that I wouldn’t have to defend myself against another
“Anyway,” I continued. “The moment she told me he was outside I marched out there and told him to get lost. When I came back in, I yelled at Leighton, too, and she got mad and left and that was the last I saw of her. But then a couple moments later, James himself comes barging in and yelling at me, telling me how I should be nicer to Leighton and then he starts insulting my family and calling me brainwashed, and I punched him!”
“No way,” Kenny commented absentmindedly, looking thoroughly shocked.
“Way,” I replied. “I punched him, for real, in the nose. There was blood, and I heard it crunch, too, so I’m pretty sure I broke it. And then I told him to get out and leave me alone for good, and he left.”
“Wow,” Kenny said, still stunned. “I can’t believe I missed all that.”
“It was intense, let me tell you,” I stated. “Even I was surprised I did it.”
He chuckled, looking gleeful. “Well, props to you, girlfriend. I bet you’re feeling pretty good after that.”
“I do feel good,” I spoke proudly. “Except for the fact that my hand kind of hurts.”
I picked it up and turned it around to show my knuckles, which were clearly bruised—a trophy of my success.
“Ouch,” Kenny commented, cringing at the sight of my blue and black knuckles. “You know you are
in the Hospital Wing, right? You could just ask Madame Pompfrey to clear that up for you.”
“Nah,” I stated casually, wiggling my fingers. “It’s not like my hand is broken, plus I kind of like them… Besides, I don’t wanna have to explain to Madame Pompfrey as to why
my hand is black and blue when as far as she’s concerned I haven’t left the room all week. And the last thing I want is for her to ban people from coming to see me.”
“True,” he stated, considering my reasoning.
“And if my hand really does start hurting, I can always ask Healer Samson to heal it tomorrow. I think he’d be much more understanding,” I added.
“Is he still visiting?” Kenny asked, perking up.
“Every day until I’m released,” I answered, looking at him as I finally put my hand back down at my side.
“And when’s that?” he asked, looking curious.
“Next Thursday,” I replied, curious as to why he wanted to know. “Why?”
He shook his head, a blush rising in his cheeks.
“Kenny…,” I trailed off as I began to process what I was seeing. “Do you fancy Healer Samson?” I asked, suddenly grinning maniacally.
“He’s a good-looking bloke,” he stated, trying to keep a serious face.
“You do!” I exclaimed excitedly.
“It’s not like anything can happen!” Kenny quickly tried to cut me off before I got carried away. “He’s way too old, not to mention he’s straight.”
“How do you know?” I asked, suspiciously narrowing my eyes at him.
“I just know,” he stated solemnly.
“Whatever,” I shrugged. “At least now I know you’re capable of having a crush on someone besides Talon.”
“Shut up,” he warned, trying to be serious, but he couldn’t keep his grin in check.
We stared at each other in silence for a few moments and then burst out laughing.
Guess what today is!
I know, nobody ever cares about Thursday, but, today, I
My second week of being stuck in the Hospital Wing is finally over and once Healer Samson arrives and checks me out, I will be a free woman!
I’m so excited, I can’t wait!
Of course, first thing I have to do is have a talk with Leighton where I bitch her out for not coming back to the Hospital Wing to apologize to me for being absolutely ridiculous.
Yeah, she hasn’t come to see me in a whole week
! How selfish is that?
Kenny has been coming to visit me at least once every day now since last Thursday, but whether it’s to keep me company or check out Healer Samson, I really don’t know. And he’s never able to stay for very long anyway because Scorpius is working the team to death this year.
I swear, my brother really needs to lighten up every once and a while or else he’s eventually not going to have a team.
For the most part, I’ve just been spending my days catching up on all my homework and reading, considering I was pretty useless at doing such last week when I couldn’t see.
I was reading my way through my last chapter of Potions when I heard the doors open.
“Hey Sirrah,” Kenny greeted me with a smile.
“Hey,” I replied, closing my Potions book and sitting it on my bedside table.
“Has Healer Samson come by yet?” he asked.
“Nope,” I replied as he sat down in the chair next to me. “But he should be here any minute now.”
Kenny nodded. “Are you excited about getting released today?” he asked.
“Yes!” I stated ecstatically. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually excited to be returning to classes tomorrow.”
“Well, however boring classes may be, even I’ll agree that it’s probably way better than sitting in here, doing nothing, for two weeks.”
“Trust me, it is,” I stated in all seriousness. “Although, I am glad for the upcoming weekend, I still have some catching up to do before I return to History of Magic.”
“Good morning, Miss Malfoy.”
Kenny and I both turned toward the entrance to see Healer Samson enter through the giant doors. “Good morning, Healer Samson,” I greeted him cheerfully.
“Ah, Mr. Rosier, good to see you again,” Healer Samson added as he approached us.
“Good to see you again as well, Healer Samson,” Kenny replied, straightening up in his seat.
“Miss Malfoy, are you ready to be released today?” Healer Samson asked, returning his attention to me.
“You bet,” I answered honestly.
“Good, let’s get started then,” he stated as he pulled out his wand. “I am going to perform a screening spell so I can see if you’re face and skull structure are fully healed and then you just need to take one last potion and you are free to go,” he explained.
“Sounds good,” I stated, ready to finally be out of the Hospital Wing.
He nodded, “Okay, now I need you to hold still for just a couple of seconds.”
I followed his instruction and held my head very still. He then waved his wand in the air and pointed it at my head.
A few seconds later, he pocketed his wand and said, “It looks good, I think you’re ready to be released.”
He then walked over to the medicine cabin to fetch my last vial of potions, and handed it to me the moment he returned.
I obligingly took it and swallowed, the weird taste no longer bothering me after two weeks of it, and handed the vial back to him.
“Alright, you are free to go, Miss Malfoy. You can go change behind the dressing curtains over there while I go fill in Madame Pompfrey on your release.”
I nodded and started getting out bed.
“Now, remember, Miss Malfoy, you are to avoid anything to do with Quidditch for the next week. Don’t even go near the pitch. I don’t want you risking getting hit again so soon after your injury.”
I nodded, “Don’t worry, Healer Samson. After this, I probably won’t go down to the pitch again until the first match, and that’s at least a month away.”
“Good,” he nodded. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, Miss Malfoy. I hope to see you again, as long as it’s not under similar circumstances.”
“Likewise,” I replied with a smirk.
He chuckled and headed toward Madame Pompfrey’s office.
I quickly jumped from my bed and grabbed the bag of clothes on the floor. Behind the dressing curtains, I removed the ugly hospital gown, did a quick cleaning spell on my entire body, and put on the pair of jeans, black t-shirt, and chucks Kenny had supplied me with.
Once I was finished, I exited the dressing curtains and started collecting all of my stuff around the bed and sticking it in my bag. The moment I was done with that, I stood up straight and faced my friend.
“Ready to go?” I asked.
“Of course,” he replied with a grin. “You want to go to lunch?”
“I thought you’d never ask” I joked, though gratefully, as we headed toward the doors. “I’m starving.”
Author's Note: Hey guys! I know, I know it's been FOREVER since I updated! But I had college and graduation and then I had to refresh my memory so I reread and edited the whole story, and now that I'm finally done with that, I am adding this chapter. I know it's short, and not the best, and basically filler,... but I'm working on it. Hopefully, I will have the next chapter written and updated by, say, Sunday. We'll see. Please, feel free to leave reviews. I always love to read them.