Some Things Are Meant To Be
What Happened
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you
as by the attitude you bring to life;
not so much by what happens to you
as by the way your mind looks at what happens.
-John Homer Miller
The bed covers were white; the sheets were white; as she ran her hands over the cool walls she noticed they too were white. A steel table was to the left of her bed and she cringed when she noticed the potion waiting there for her; she had tasted it before although she couldn't quite remember when.
A sudden sharp pain in her head sent her body flying back into the soft mattress as her head strained against the pillow. She jammed her eyes shut and opened them wide as she let out a scream; blue dots were floating in front of her vision. Her hands clung to the bed sheets and when the pain began to subside she felt her body soaked in sweat.
She sat upright immediately as she was flooded with memories. As though she was watching a film everything she knew came back to her and she rested her head in her hands as the headache, caused by falling hundreds of feet from the Quidditch stands, throbbed.
A moan to her side made her head snap in its direction and her eyes narrowed to the bed next to hers. Platinum blonde hair lay spread across a pure white pillow and Hermione tutted at having finally realised she was in the hospital wing. She noticed as the boy in the bed next to hers eye lids flickered rapidly and his body twitched. She bit down on her lip, debating whether or not to get Madame Pomfrey, when her eyes were met by navy blue ones.
Draco's eyes had flown open so fast he had to press them together again in order to adjust to the light. He had been awoken from his sleep by a splitting headache and dreams of his memories. He'd expected to awake in the hospital wing but was startled to see Granger staring at him.
"Keep looking mudblood 'cos if you touch I'll cut your hand off," he said coolly although his head still pounded. Hermione would normally have laughed at this and had some witty come back, but instead she huffed and relaxed back into her pillow.
After about ten minutes a groan came from Draco's bed. Turning her head just enough so she could see him, Hermione rolled her eyes as he fidgeted under his covers mumbling about "being in so much pain my hair hurts!" Draco carried on in this manner for some half an hour, now and then turning and exclaiming, "where is that nurse for Merlin's sake! She should be at my beck and call, the state I'm in!"
"Malfoy!" Hermione snapped as he began growling in a devious way. Malfoy turned, startled by her voice and let his eyes droop as his head lulled onto his shoulders.
"Don't speak the Malfoy name in such a way," he sighed lazily. "In fact," he looked at Hermione and she noticed how his eyes had changed from the navy blue they were when he seemed startled first waking up, to a dangerous electric blue. "I b never /b want to hear such a respected i pure blood /i name leave your lips again," he smirked triumphantly.
Hermione, always the defiant one in such a situation, folded her arms across her chest. "Name me a time when I have obeyed anything you have told me?" She added slowly, "Malfoy." Draco screwed his face up in disgust and Hermione was strangely reminded of a young child not being able to get his own way. This caused her to explode with laughter.
At this time the double doors into the hospital wing swung open and Hermione quietened, patiently awaiting the visitor. Although she seemed to be experiencing a bit of memory loss, which she was eager to question Pomfrey about, she certainly recognised this boy from her new lived memories.
A huge smiled crack across her face and Hermione threw her hands in the air, "Harry, it took you long enough." A small chuckle left her mouth before she concluded, "and where is our other dear friend Ronald?"
Harry Potter stared at Hermione in what could only be described as pure and utter disbelief and…disgust? After several confused seconds he turned to Draco and muttered, "Why is the mudblood addressing me?" He spoke with a sudden air of superiority and emphasised every syllable. Hermione gasped and looked to Draco who she noticed mirrored her shocked expression.
He looked to Hermione, then to Harry as he cocked his head to the side, letting his slightly long hair brush his shoulders. "And why are you addressing me?" He mimicked Harry's 'posh' pronunciation; but Hermione was used to that.
Harry looked at Draco for about half a second before throwing his head back and laughing hysterically. "Nice one mate," he said between breaths. "Listen, you won't be getting much help in here tonight because I just passed a broom closet and had a murderous view of our fair matron and Professor Snape," here he looked at Hermione and smirked. "Well, doing things innocent little mudbloods shouldn't know about. Anyway, you should get some sleep; we need you well enough to snatch that cup for us for the seventh year." With that he winked and strutted from the room.
Hermione's mouth hung open; what the hell was going on!? She may have had some memory loss but she was positive that the boy who had just left was i her /i friend and the worst enemy of the boy he had been visiting. It couldn't have been some sick trick; Harry would never pretend to like Draco. So Draco had to be up to something.
She turned to bark this information at him but noticed the same confused expression on his features. She didn't understand! It couldn't have been magic and it certainly wasn't a plan, so the only thing she could think of was…
"Memory loss," Draco whispered to him self but loud enough for Hermione to hear. She bit her lip and looked at him and he began to elaborate. "I think one thing I know for sure is that we both fell hundreds of feet from the Quidditch stands and hit our heads pretty badly right?" He didn't wait for her answer. "Well, I was awoken this morning with dreams of all my memories and a splitting headache. When I woke up, I knew where I was, but it was as though I had watched a film and was now on the set. Maybe," he paused for a minute and Hermione anxiously awaited his continuation. "Maybe what I dreamt wasn't real. What if this is all real and what I dreamt was a fucked up version of it."
Hermione tutted, this was pathetic. "But Malfoy I have the same memories as you; or so it seems from your confusion. And I had my memories come back to me this morning, during a headache. So it doesn't make sense for it all to be a dream."
"Well maybe you were really asleep and you thought you were awake," Draco snapped as he swung his legs off the bed and made his way out of the wing.
"Where are you going?" Hermione shouted behind him. Draco stopped and made a sharp turn.
"I don't know what's going on Granger but from what Potter, I mean i Harry /i said, this worlds different; so we might as well get used to it and play along."
"But we don't know anything about this world!" Hermione screamed, becoming agitated by his defeatist attitude.
"Maybe not, but what we know and what this world is has some similarities," Draco called back over his shoulder as he continued his departure. "Mudbloods like you are still worth shit."
Hermione gripped her wand tightly and aimed it at Draco, shooting a jelly legs curse at his back. Draco, not expecting it, fell to the floor in a wobbly heap.
Hermione made her way over to where he lay and looked down at him. "And ferrets like you are still arrogant arses," and with that she stomped off, leaving Draco in a tangled mess.
