Desperate calls for desperate measures
Chapter 2
Draco Malfoy
Ow, my head hurts.
Where in merlin's pants am I anyway?
Look around, I realized I was in the infirmary. Great.
Blinking, I realized mother and father were sitting next to me, their anxious eyes searching my face, well Mother's are anyway.
I nodded, acknowledging their presence.
Narcissa Malfoy looked a bit weary, dark circles around her eyes. Her eyes flitted about my bandaged head, her hands trying to reassure me.
The proud obnoxious Lucius Malfoy, however did not even try to recognize me, his only son, true heir, whatever. He nodded coldly at me though, and smiled a rare smile. Perhaps (I hope) the fall of Voldemort softened his heart. I have believed, from the day I received the Dark Mark, that our family only acted out of fear for the Dark Lord, thus I tried to play my part well. Too well, in fact, that nearly everyone is this castle hates me.
Including Mudblood Granger.
SHUT UP!
Mother still looked at me as if I was dying. Wonder what's wrong.
"What is the matter, Mother?" I drawled.
Mother flinched at my tone, shook her head and smiled down at me gently.
"Nothing Draco dear, your father and I were wondering when you would like to go to the Great Hall for dinner? We haven't eaten for quite a while." She smiled apologetically.
"6 hours," commented Father dryly, though he cracked a bit of smile at me.
Whoa. What's up with them? Trying to repay the childhood years? I'm seventeen, isn't that a bit too late?
"Go get some food, are you even feeling alright?" I asked, my tone indifferent, pushing them half-heartedly from my bed.
They sat up quickly, nodded at me, and robes billowing, swept out of the hospital.
Immediately, I sat up and look around.
Weird, normally Mother would have prepared the best for me… I thought, looking at the white sheets scrunched up in my hands. I wonder where my own comforter was…
Lying in the opposite bed filled with flowers and cards was a familiar figure, but I just couldn't figure who exactly was it. Was it Parkinson?
Ignoring my aching head, I slipped out of my bed and padded closer.
I nearly fell flat on my face when I saw two chocolate brown orbs staring at me. GRANGER?
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