Wandering if confusing him to the point of suicide was one of Malfoy's new tricks to antagonize him, Harry just about made it back to Gryffindor Tower in one piece. He just looked up in time to tell the Fat Lady the password before falling through the portrait hole, and knocked himself unconscious on the stone floor. So that was exactly how Ron and Hermione found, 2 hours later. And that was how Harry woke up feeling sore and bruised in the Infirmary, with Madame Pomfrey fussing over him like a mother hen.
Although he'd tried very hard to convince her, no Madame Pomfrey, I'm fine, she insisted on him staying the night, and when he went down for breakfast the following morning, he'd expected Hermione to fuss over him like she always did when he got an injury and she did, whereas Ron, thankfully just gave him a, Hey, hope you're alright mate, and went back to shovelling bacon and scrambled eggs in his mouth at an incredible speed.
He hadn't expected Draco Malfoy to corner him after potions, (double period with Slytherin after breakfast), and demand why he'd been in the Infirmary. So, of course, he hadn't expected to answer him, which just left him gaping at Malfoy, doing a wonderful impression of a goldfish.
"Why were you in the Infirmary last night, Potter? Did you pull a muscle raising a quill, and had to be rushed to the Infirmary?" Draco sneered at him, while Harry was fruitlessly trying to get his brain, which suddenly felt like mush, to give him a suitable retort back at Malfoy. The best he could manage was a feeble "Go away, Malfoy…"
"Can't you tell me? Potter, what is it? Something happened so embarrassing you can't bear to tell? Humph, I guess I should have expected that from you. Did you trip and fall in the fireplace or something?"
Harry groaned as Malfoy went on thinking up more and more theories for Harry to have to be treated overnight in the Infirmary. He had a headache, and Malfoy was making it ten times worse…Oh, why wouldn't Draco shut up? Oh god. Did he just think of Malfoy as Draco? How did that happen?
You're tired, Harry told himself, you didn't get much of a chance to sleep last night, and Drac- Oh Hell! Malfoy isn't making it any better. You're still sane.
Malfoy was still speaking. "…maybe someone confessed to you, and you were so shocked you walked out of a window?"
What? I think my sanity just died.
"Malfoy, stop with the theories, for your information none of those are correct, or even close. And why the hell do you even care?"
Malfoy had turned a light shade of pink. "Err, w-well, that's none of your business!"
Huh? Had he just made the proud, dignified, prat, Malfoy, stutter?
This was new.
Harry laughed, "Really? Because it is my business, if you start making weird theories about why I was in the Infirmary, and for your information, it is none of your business. So bog off, Malfoy."
Malfoy actually looked pretty hurt. I wonder if I was too harsh. Hey! This is Malfoy I'm talking about; I've been meaning to take him down a few pegs for years. What's wrong with me?
Malfoy turned on his heel and left. What's up with him? Normally he'd would have insulted me a couple of times before leaving. Is he sick? Oh my god! I have to stop worrying about Malfoy! This is not normal! Harry sighed, and then shrugged, Oh well, I'll leave him alone. Maybe he'll be feeling better later. Oh for Christ's sake! What is wrong with me? Malfoy is the slimiest git I've ever met! Well, the slimiest after Snape. I should hate him more!
Pep talk over, Harry started making his way to the Great Hall for Lunch, at the same time a certain blonde made his way crying to the dungeons.
How will these two make up? See you in chapter 3!
(Chapter 3 may not be available until late Saturday or Sunday, depending on how many reviews I get, Mwahahaha…) ^^
