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Chapter 4 : Chapter 4
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Potter and Weasley ran towards Granger’s lifeless body, they were staring at Malfoy with looks that could kill.
“What the hell did you do to my girlfriend?!” Weasley yelled angrily, his face turning as red as his hair.
“Now boys, no need to worry,” Professor Slughorn said with a hint of worry in his voice. “Nothing that Madam Pomfrey can’t fix. Mr Malfoy, please take Miss Granger to the hospital wing.”
“But sir,” Potter protested. “Can’t me and Ron take Hermione to the hospital wing?”
“Sorry Harry m’boy, but Mr Malfoy was her partner, and he is Head Boy. Besides, you have classes to go to.”
“I have classes as well,” Malfoy butted in.
“As I said before, Mr Malfoy, you are Head Boy. So I suggest you take her to the hospital wing now,” Slughorn replied sternly.
“I swear if anything happens to her, I’ll murder you,” Weasley hissed threateningly.
Sighing, Malfoy picked up Granger’s body in his arms and exited the classroom. Making his way to the hospital wing, Malfoy looked at the girl in his arms. She wasn’t that buck tooth, bushy hair, Know- It- All, that he knew. Well, she still was a Know- It-All, but she wasn’t a bucktooth and her hair definitely tamed itself out.
He felt guilty, looking at the girl; pale as ever. Reaching the hospital wing, he was greeted by Madam Pomfrey’s terrified face.
“Dear boy, what happened to her?” The nurse said worriedly as she levitated Granger from his arms. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Our potion accidently spilled on her,” Malfoy mumbled guiltily.
“Is that all that happened?” she asked, slightly relived.
Malfoy looked at the lady, slightly confused. “What else was meant to happen?” He thought.
Malfoy watched at the nurse for several moments, as she was muttering a spell under her breath, but that didn’t seem to work.
“How is she?” He asked worriedly. If anything happened to Granger; not only would he face the consequences from Potter and Weasley, but the entire Gryffindor house and maybe even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
“Are you sure that it was only the potion that got to her?” Madam Pomfrey asked, looking slightly stressed as the creases on her forehead started to reveal themselves.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Malfoy replied, feeling guiltier by the second.
“Very well, you may leave and, hopefully, she will wake up in a couple of hours,” Madam Pomfrey said, answering his previous question with a huge sigh.
“Can I stay until she wakes up?” He replied suddenly, not knowing what came over him.
“Of course not! You have classes to -”
“But I’m head boy, and that’s the least I could do, considering it was my fault that she is in this state,” Malfoy argued.
He had no idea what made him ask her if he could stay, maybe it was the guilt. Draco Malfoy is not a bad guy, he may be nasty and cruel (on his father’s orders), but he does have a heart… and feelings.
“Fine, but on one condition. No noise.” Pomfrey said, with a hint of a threat in her voice.
“Fine by me,” he replied.
“And when she wakes up, if I hear any argument, you’re out,” she added sternly.
“Don’t worry Professor; I’ll be gone as soon as her eyes open.” He replied with a smirk.
And with that, Madam Pomfrey turned around and made her way to her office.
“Now all I have to do is wait until she wakes up and avoid Potty and Weasel if they come to visit her,” He said aloud to no one in particular.
Two hours later, Malfoy removed the disillusionment charm that he cast on himself before, because of the arrival of Potter and the two Weasleys.
‘They’re pathetic, talking to the body and blaming everything on me like it’s my fault,’ Malfoy thought grumpily.
Malfoy sat back on his chair, and started reading Granger’s copy of Hogwarts: A History. A copy that Potty and the Weasels left for her.
Yes, Draco Malfoy liked to read, he even liked reading muggle literature (without his father knowing). When he was younger, his mother used to read him bedtime stories every night before he learnt how to read himself. Sometimes it would be muggle stories and sometimes it would be the wizarding ones.
One of Malfoy’s favourite muggle story as a child was “Cinderella”. Even though it is seems like a story for girls, Malfoy could relate his life to it. Like Cinderella, Malfoy has been bossed around by his father and although he didn’t clean or anything, he was beaten, almost always. The only thing missing was, Malfoy never found his happy ending, like Cinderella did. He knew that eventually he would have to marry a Pureblood Slytherin, one of his father’s choice.
The body on the bed stirred, Malfoy looked up from his book and after seeing Granger move, he immediately put the book down and left the hospital wing.
Hermione opened her eyes to the blinding light.
Coming back to her state of mind, Hermione remembered what had occurred during Potions.
“Stupid Malfoy,” She muttered to herself.
Hermione sat up on her bed, and called out, “Madam Promfrey”
Just then Madam Pomfrey hurried in, “Oh dear, you finally awake. How long have you been awake for? ”
“Not long” she replied.
“Oh and where did Mr Malfoy go?” the nurse asked looking around the room.
“Malfoy?” she asked puzzled. “What would Malfoy be doing here?”
“Oh yes,” the nurse said absentmindedly while checking Hermione’s temperature, “He came with you while you were unconscious and he practically begged me to let him stay until you woke up, but I guess he left.”
“He begged you to let him stay?” Hermione asked, astounded.
“Hmm. He said something about feeling guilty. Now,” Madam Pomfrey said changing the subject, “I heard from Mr Malfoy that a potion spilt on you. But, if that was the case, you would have woken up at least an hour ago.”
“What are you trying to say, Madam Pomfrey?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Did you by any chance forget to take your medication?” She asked Hermione.
“Um.. Not that I can -” Hermione stopped in mid-sentence, “I forgot to take my medication today morning,” She said with realisation.
Madam Pomfrey sighed and sympathetically said, “Ms Granger, you need to take your medication, otherwise, not only will you keep losing consciousness but seizures may also occur.”
“I’m sorry; it just slipped out of my mind.”
“I am really trying to find a cure, with the help of Professor Slughorn. We might also ask help from St Mungo’s if it becomes necessary.” Madam Pomfrey replied sadly. “Ok, you can stay the night here and tomorrow morning you will be able to leave. If you need anything, just call me.” and with that, Madam Pomfrey left.
FINALLYY!!!! ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE!
Sorry for the long wait, but I’ve been really, really busy.
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And also, have any of you guys got into Pottermore yet? If you have what house have you got into, review and let me know? I got into Gryffindor, but I wanted to get into Slytherin, I saw upset when I got into Gryffindor. But then again, Gryffindor would have been my second choice, so I’m kind of happy :)
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