A.N;; I am rewriting my Worth It All fan fiction, because it sucked. I kind of rushed through it, but I won't with this one. I'm keeping the old one up though, just incase you liked it, but who knows why you would. It just sucked, so yeah. The end of my rant. Here we go…
Sky sat in her bed on the hospital with her head throbbing with pain. It felt as if a baby zombie were inside, kicking around and then gnawing on her brain, tasting is as if it was a teething toy. That bludger had really hit her hard, and she had been unconscious for two days. It was the most excruciating pain she had ever felt.
Her eyes slowly opened to see her best friends, Adie, Luna, and Neville standing over her. Her brother walked in and sat on the bed beside of hers. Sky looked over at Draco and said, "Hey Coconut." He laughed slightly and then went back to his depressed face. "What's wrong?" Then, she sat up and looked in a horribly placed mirror on the other side of the room to see a big gaping gash on her forehead. It was covered with stitches and covered with a bandage. Then, she laid back down and swore under her breath.
Maybe instead of a zombie in her head, it was a masked cereal killer with a million knives trying to make her life miserable. She sighed and shook her head slowly, before Madam Promphey shooed everyone out so that Sky could get her rest. She groaned as her friends filed out, leaving her in the dark hospital wing all alone.
She grabbed a glass that was beside of her bed and she swatted her arm at it with high speed so that it shattered on the marbled floor. She felt tears start to form in her eyes, but she closed them before they could form any more. She pulled the sheet over her head and fell asleep, still with the throbbing pain in her head.
In her sleep, she felt completely terrible. It was her fault for everything. It was her fault Slytherin would loose the house cup, it was her fault that they would loose the quidditch cup, and it was her fault that they lost almost ever match. Looser, basically, that was what and all she was. The looser of Slytherin.
The next day, Madam Promphey allowed Sky to leave, after giving her a long lecture about what she could do to her head, and what not to do with her head. That included mistaking her head as a shield from all objects used in quidditch.
Sky made her way down into the great hall to sit next to her friend, Adie. Anyone who said that you can pick your friends obviously had never met Adie. She had dyed green hair and her constant conversations were of Green Day, My Chemical Romance, and of practically any other random band that was currently soaring through her mind. You kind of had to love her though, but then again she made your reputation at Hogwarts lower than the dead in their graves.
Adie smiled and said, "Sky, I hope it isn't awkward for me going out with your brother." They had been going out for two years, and it hadn't bothered Sky, so why should it now? It only bothered her when she was asked constantly. Also, the snogging wasn't a walk in the forbidden forest for anyone, really.
Shaking her head, Sky jammed her fork into her pancake and then sighed. "I hate this, you know. I'm thinking about quitting the quidditch team, because it's just not working," she said shaking her head and spreading butter all over the luxurious pancake.
"WHAT! NO!" Adie yelled drawing attention to the two, as if Sky's injury wasn't causing enough attraction to the eyes of others.
She shook her head slightly and said, "Stop it!" Adie was about to jump out of her seat, but then, of course, Prince Draco Malfoy entered the room.
He sat beside his new prey, but he called her a girlfriend, and it was Adie. Draco smiled at his little sister and then started to eat his breakfast. "How are you ladies this morning?" Draco asked, with it hidden somewhere in his head that he was indeed a pimp master.
"Great," Adie said smiling up at Draco in the fangirl sort of way. Sky tried to ignore Adie and keep it all blocked out, like she usually did.
Sky nodded and said, "What Adie said, if it wasn't for the ninja practicing sword work on my face." Draco laughed, but Sky shot a slight glare that could have burnt his face if it had wanted to.
"Sorry…" he said with false guilt before taking a huge fork full of pancakes into his mouth.
Rolling her eyes, Sky muttered, "Whatever." She picked up her bag and went to the library to hopefully forget about everything and get some school work done.