Chapter 6 : Muggle fighting and clingy stalkers
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GUESS WHAT! I HAD SPARE TIME! I'VE REDONE THE CHAPTERS! HURRAH!
I sat on my hands and glared at the floor. Stupid floor. Why won’t you open up and swallow me?
“Mr Malfoy, you do realise that you will have to speak to me?” McGonagall said. I looked up. Her nostrils had stopped flaring—a sign she had calmed down. I sighed. She was right.
McGonagall smiled slightly. “Mr Malfoy, I need to express the seriousness of what you and the Potter’s have done.” I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair.
“That was in no way a fair fight Mr Malfoy. It was three against one! MUGGLE FIGHTING! You very well know fighting of any sort is forbidden at this school. You could have done serious damage to McLaggen.”
“Good.” I mumbled. I was still furious with the prick.
“You should not be glad in any way whatsoever.” McGonagall said, but her voice softened slightly. “In any other situation, you would have been expelled.” I tensed up. Was I going to Azkaban? I hadn’t really done anything that bad had I?
“But, considering the circumstances, you will not be expelled.”
I look up at her questioningly. She looks me in the eye, “Albus Potter told me the truth about what happened. About McLaggen hexing Rose. James Potter backed him up.” I stare at her. The Potters? Saving my skin? “I must say, I am surprised that you three have been united in such a way.”
I smile. McGonagall is always picking me and the Wotters up off the floor after our latest duel.
“So… can I—“ I begin, but McGonagall interrupt’s. “Yes, you may see Miss Weasley. She is in the hospital wing.”
I grin and leap up off the chair and make for the door.
“Oh and before you go, I won’t inform your parents. It’d be silly to tell them that you picked a fight so early in the year. Let’s pretend it never happened.” McGonagall said, then immediately looked down at some paperwork scattered around her desk. She looked up. “Well off you go.”
“Thanks G!” I called as she tutted. I turned on my heel and sprinted for the hospital wing.
I skidded to a halt outside the doors to the hospital wing. I made to open the door, but snatched my hand away from the handle and hid behind an ugly urn of some sort. There were footsteps from inside the hospital wing and hushed voices of two people.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“He’ll be fine then, just a short spell, maybe a week or so.”
“Yes, wish I could say the same for the girl though. Dreadful, dreaful.”
“Yes well, if she wasn’t caught it’d have been much worse.”
“I can’t bear to think about it.”
“The impact though—that’s what has done it. You know, I’m surprised the boy hasn’t been expelled!”
“I know. What if the girl doesn’t awake?”
“She will, eventually.”
“I daresay, although it’ll take a while for her body to recover.”
“Mm. We’ll be having some trouble keeping the Daily Profit quiet. The reporters would have a field day. Well, we’d better get on back to the Ministry. Come on Stanley.”
The doors opened and a short man with a wispy white beard and a fez perched on his head strode out, closely followed by a stocky man with cropped brown hair. They proceeded to walk down the corridor nattering on about some woman.
What were Ministry workers doing here?
I frowned at their retreating backs and strode into the hospital wing. I scanned the room for a flash of red hair, and found Rose lying down in bed. I bounded over to her, but my smile faltered. Rose’s mother, Hermione was at the foot of the bed clutching a tissue, with her husband, Ron clutching her shoulder, his eyes glazed. Harry and Ginny Potter were sitting on the bed next to Rose with grave expressions.
Lily was on Ginny’s lap, staring at a point above Rose’s head with an unreadable emotion etched on her face. Hugo was on Rose’s bed, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. Madam Pomfrey approached him and took him into her office, probably to give him a pick-me-up potion.
But what shocked me the most, and in all honesty scared me, was the sight of James Potter clutching Rose’s hand and crying openly as if nobody else was in the room. Albus had his arm around James’ shoulders and was trying to calm him down.
I’d never seen James Potter looking so vulnerable in all my life. He was one of the strongest people I knew. Though I don’t actually know him. I retreated as slowly and quietly as possible, but stumbled backwards into another ugly urn. Who the hell decorated Hogwarts with urns?
The urn fell to the floor with an almighty crash, and Hermione’s head whipped around. She had a faint trace of a smile and walked over to me.
“Hello, you must be Scorpius.” She said quietly, sniffing into her tissue. Her eyes were red and puffy.
“Yes ma’am.” I said as politely as possible, trying not to stare as another tear fell down Hermione’s face.
“Please,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, “Call me Hermione.” She smiled at me and continued. “I take it you haven’t heard Rose’s diagnosis?”
“Sorry, Hermione.” I corrected. “Please, could you tell me?”
“Well,” began Hermione, “When she, when she was hexed, it was like she hit a solid wall, and if the wall was real, you know, visible to the eye and not a hex, the broom would have crumpled and lessened the impact.”
“But, it was a hex,” She paused to wipe away another stray tear, “So instead of crumpling, it hit the barrier full on. At the speed she was going, the impact can be quite fatal.”
I swallowed hard—a lump was growing in my throat. I didn’t like where the conversation was headed.
“You know aeroplanes?” She asked. I nodded and she continued, “Well on planes they have an indestructible box which records the log of the plane and such, so that if it crashed investigators would have an idea of what went wrong.”
I nodded again. “So…”
“So, if planes were made of that substance—A strong, undefeatable metal, heavier than you could imagine—Just think of the impact made, and the damage done to people inside if two of these planes collided at top speed.”
I shuddered. “They’d be worse off than if the planes were made of metal which would crumple on impact.”
“That’s quite right. So you see, that is not far off from the impact made when Rose hit the barrier.”
No. No, this can’t be happening.
“Rose, well, she’ll be here for a while.”
Don’t say it, don’t!
“She’s in a coma.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “But can’t Madam Pomfrey wake her up?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“It doesn’t work like that I’m afraid Scorpius.”
This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream. It had to be. I’d wake up any second and tell Rose about it, and she’d laugh and tell me how stupid I was, then we’d talk and talk about what we’d do if we were without eachother through Divination.
But this wasn’t a dream.
Some people, they don’t always wake up from comas. I’ve read about them in the muggle magazines I collect.
And even if they do wake up, sometimes they have to learn to walk and talk again.
This couldn’t be happening, not to Rose. Of all people. It just couldn’t be happening to Rose.
I need Rose, and she needs me. I don’t know what I’d do without her.
I began to hyperventilate as I worked myself up into a state, and Hermione had to call Madam Pomfrey as I slid down the wall to the floor and covered my face with my hands. I calmed down and told Madam Pomfrey I was fine.
This would never have happened if Rose hadn’t been hexed.
McLaggen hexed her.
It was all his fault. I was going to kill him. I stood up abruptly and looked for McLaggen. He was sat up on the other side of the wing watching Rose with a sort of smug look on his face.
How could he sit there like that when Rose could, when she could… Die. Was getting a place on the team really all he could think about? Did he think that if Rose was incapable of playing, that he’d get on the team? HOW COULD HE ONLY CARE ABOUT THAT?
I marched over to McLaggen, “How can you sit there looking so pleased, when Rose is so badly hurt?”
He grinned at me then winced, “Sorry, I didn’t realise I hexed your girlfriend. I thought it was a weasel.”
I clamped my hands around his neck, “Say that again, say one bad word about her, and I swear, I will kill you.” I snarled, tightening my grip.
Someone restrained me and dragged me away. It was Alice. Frank had gone to get Madam Pomfrey and returned with her moments later.
“Mr Malfoy, I can not have you attacking another patient in critical condition!” Madam Pomfrey said indignantly, wagging her finger in my face. I scowled at her.
“Critical? As if his condition is critical compared to Rose’s.” I said sharply as Alice shot me a slightly frightened look. Frank squeezed her hand, “Come on Scorp, just leave it, yeah?” He said, shoving my towards the Hospital Wing again.
“He can, can’t he?” Asked Alice timidly, looking up to Madam Pomfrey. She thought about for a while. “Fine, so long as he stays away from McLaggen.”
Alice and Frankie led me into the Wing and towards Rose. As we approached, Albus glanced up and gave us a weary smile. He walked up and clapped me on the shoulder before walking out the Hospital Wing without a word.
“Are you alright Scorpius?” Hermione asked me kindly. What a stupid question, when Rose is lying there in a coma.
“I’m fine.” I said dully, choosing to hold my tongue for once in my life. I sighed and dragged a plastic chair round to Rose’s side. I sat myself down and saw Alice and Frank do the same.
Lily Potter had disappeared off somewhere.
We stared in silence until Mr Potter silently stood up and held an arm out for Mrs Potter to take. She took it willingly, “I’ll pop round later Hermione, Ron.” She said, and they walked out the doors, squeezing James’ arm on the way out.
Silence filled the room again. I could just imagine what Rose would say, ‘Make a wish’ as she usually did in an awkward silence. She’d pull a mock innocent face, then snap open her eyes then do something violent, such as pushing me into a wall. Or slapping my arm. Or hitting my head with a book. She’s generally violent. I couldn’t help but smile at the thoughts running through my mind.
I looked at Rose. Her face was expressionless. The sunlight falling across her face made her almost glow. She looked so peaceful. Actually, she looked innocent. Ha. Rose? Innocent?
I snorted loudly into the silence.
If it’s even possible, the silence that was already pretty awkward, seemed to get quieter. And awkwarder. Merlin I am so awkward. I stole a look at Hermione and her husband. He was staring at me. Probably because I laughed when Rose was so ill.
“You’re Malfoy’s son.” He said, still staring at me. At least he wasn’t glaring.
Oh, let me back-track—now he’s glaring.
“Why are you friends with Rose then, Pureblood.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows at me.
“Mr Weasley, I can assure you, I think nothing of blood status’. They mean nothing, and I am not even a Pureblood. My mother was muggleborn.” I said, smiling in spite of myself and the situation. I was used to being called a Pureblood, Deatheater and more. All by Wotters. No surprises.
“Yeah well, stay away from her!” He growled. I didn’t flinch. Leave Rose? He must be mad.
“Ron, you’re being irrational,” I heard Hermione say, “come with me, we need a chat.” And with that she dragged Mr.Weasley out of the Hospital Wing leaving me with Alice, Frankie and James.
“I’ve just remembered!” Alice said, clapping a hand to her forehead, “I’ve got to write a foot more on my essay! Frankie, come help!” She dragged him out of the seat and she run flat out between the beds and disappeared through the doors with Frankie not far behind.
Ahem. Correction! I was left with James. YAY! That my friend, was sarcastic, something Rosie is not a stranger to.
After a strangling, heavy blanket of silence, I heard James croak feebly, “Why’d you do it?”
“Wait, what?” I spluttered. James was being civil? To me?
“Why’d you catch Rose. You didn’t have to. You’re a Malfoy.”
I was taken aback. Why wouldn’t I catch Rose? She was bloody falling! “Funnily enough, Rose is my friend, and I care about her.” I said simply, watching Rose.
We both lapsed into silence again.
After a short while I heard James mutter something, “Thank you.”
“Uh, wait, what?” I asked. James Potter was never nice to me.
“I said thank you,” he mumbled, “For saving Rosie. And, and I’m sorry that I never believed that you actually cared about her all these years. I just thought… you were like your father.”
“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. I haven’t spoken to my father for five years.” I snapped at him, pulling at a hangnail until it stung and bled.
“Because… of Rose?” James asked timidly. I sucked my finger until it stopped stinging, “Yes, because I was friends with Rose. He couldn’t act like an adult for once in his life and get over the fact I was friend’s with his enemy’s daughter.”
James stared at me in shock. “I didn’t know. I guess… I guess I was wrong. Could we start over?” He asked, watching me hopefully.
I shook my head at him and stalked off and saw him put his head into his hands. Then I realised. Maybe he thought that this was his fault. Rose I mean. Which isn’t possible. It’s only McLaggen’s fault. Maybe it was a type of survivor’s guilt or something.
I turned on my heel sharply and strode quietly to James’ side. I coughed and he lifted his head and gave me a questioning look.
I held my hand out to him, “Hello, you must be James Potter. I’m Scorpius Malfoy.”
He grinned and shook my hand, “Nice to meet you Scorp.”
He stood up, said something about homework and walked out the Hospital Wing, leaving me with Rose. As I watched her still face, I wondered if she would be happy I’d started over with James. It’d make her life so much easier.
And if James forgave me for being a Malfoy, then maybe, just maybe, the rest of the Wotters would too.
I held Rose’s hand up to my mouth and kept it there, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Rose would be alright. Rose always pulled through.
“SCORPY! There you are!” Screeched a voice from the doorway. I winced as I heard light footsteps come towards me. I turned around to see Melissa Johnston simpering at me.
“I’ve been looked everywhere for you.” She said. Her voice was ridiculously high pitched. She stepped closer to me and launched herself at me, attempting to latch onto my face. I pushed her away and she fell to her knees, her hair in front of her face.
“Scorpy? What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice quavering. “I thought boyfriends always tell their girlfriends what’s wrong.” She said, her lower lip wobbling.
“You are not my girlfriend. Never have been never will be.” I said. Now, that may seem a little harsh, but you need to be firm with girls like Melissa. She had ‘fancied’ me since 1st year according to any Hufflepuff you spoke to. Been ‘in love’ with me is what Melissa would call it.
I’d call it an unhealthy obsession and downright stalking.
No really, she follows me everywhere. She seems to think I love her.
Trust me, I don’t.
“Go away Johnston.” I said, waving her away. She looked hurt, then her eyes flitted down to Rose.
“Oh I see, you’re visiting your good for nothing girlfriend. Well, you could do better than that piece of filth!” She screamed, then fled from the room, not attempting to stifle her noisy tears.
I sighed and looked down at Rose. “Thank God she’s gone.” I whispered, leaning down to Rose. I sat up straight and I could have sworn I saw the glimmer of a smile on Rose’s face.
“Rose?” I said urgently. I stroked her cheek and whispered into her ear. Her fingers twitched.
“Oh Merlin.” I breathed. Rose’s lips moved silently as though trying to speak. I smirked at her blissful expression then poked her as I always do.
“Oh ROSIE!” I bellowed.
“Argh, fuck my Merlin, what the Nargles is happening, why is the candle climbing up the wall, what the hell is on my face, WHAT IS TOUCHING ME!?” Rose screamed, sitting bolt upright and staring around the room wildly.
I grinned and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. I felt her hands scrabbling at my arms as she tried to get free, “Scorpius, what you doin’?” She squeaked, and I released her.
“You’ve been in a coma for 6 hours.” I told her, “Trust you to be in a coma for only 6 hours. Can’t bear to miss school can you Rosie my darling?”
She slapped my arm, “Have I really?” She asked, “What happened?”
I launched into a story about McLaggen and how he hexed her, and when I finished, Rose squeezed my hand.
“Thank you. For everything.” She said, and I knew she wasn’t just talking about catching her.
We sat and talked late into the night, then Rose’s eyelids drooped, and she lay her head down onto the pillow. “Stay with me,” she murmured sleepily, “Don’t leave me, Scorpius.”
“I could never leave you Rose.” I said truthfully, then trundled the bed next to Rose closer to her so there was a couple of centimetres between the beds. I collapsed on bed and faced Rose, and grasped her hand.
She smiled and drifted off to sleep. I pushed the stray hairs away from her face and tapped her nose lightly, “Night Rosie-Posie.”
A/N I really appreciate the reviews and all. Thanking you deeply. Sorry for the long(ish) update, my computer was being stupid and decided to play up when I was meant to be writing. Ugh. Anyway, I love you guys. For reading this. It’s not like I don’t have a reason. I do have a reason. I’m not just some weird person sat behind a computer confessing my love to humans. Please don't think I am a weird child. xx
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