He stared at her. She was breath taking. It was an unearthly kind of breath taking, but not the one a veela could give you. She lay quietly in her bed, asleep. Her golden blonde hair fell all the way down her back, and shimmered in the light, which escaped between the cracks of the blinds.
Draco sat back, and breathed in slowly. He wondered who she was, and why she was at St. Mungos. The nurse came in, like she normally did, at four o'clock on Tuesdays, to give him the stupid medication. He would rather be a vampire than go through all this. Finally, he was given his injection, and tied down. This time though, he had an unwanted visitor watching.
Pansy waltzed in. Her black hair had grown long over the summer months. She had also cut side bangs, which fell over her deep blue eyes. The same deep blue eyes that had seen so much horror the past months. Visions of people around her, being taken away would fill her thoughts at night. But what she was about to see could not nearly compare to the rest.
"Pansy?" Draco's eyes narrowed, as she walked in. Hers narrowed too, but in confusion.
"Why are you tied down? What is all this?" She put her purse on a chair, and walked over to look at the straps on his arms.
"Pansy you have to leave." He said firmly.
"Why?" She gave him a smile, but then realized he wasn't joking.
"Pansy I don't want you to see this, okay? Where's Greg or Blaise?" He was nearly becoming frantic. Vampire stages were something that he knew Pansy couldn't handle watching.
"I came alone Draco, what's the matter?" She put her hands on her waist.
"You have to leave." He repeated, but in a low solemn tone. It was starting.
"Draco, why are you looking at me like that?" His eyes were fixed on her. The pupils of his grey eyes were turning red. She started to back away slowly.
"It's nothing," The girl from the bed sat up, and looked at Pansy's horrified expression, "It's just part of the vampire stages. Can you hit the button on that wall?" The girl pointed to a small blue button which was next to the door frame. Pansy hesitated, and then quickly walked to the button and pressed it.
"What's wrong with him?" Pansy shrieked as Draco's body began to twist and turn, as if someone was trying to rip him limb from limb.
"This part doesn't last too long. I wouldn't get to close." The girl warned, as Pansy walked a little bit closer to him. Suddenly he stopped. He was limp, and when he winced at every breath he took.
"Pansy get out…." He moaned.
"No, Draco I—"
"Get out!" He screamed at her. Grabbing her purse, she left, giving him a sympathetic look. A nurse came in a few minutes later. She loosened the straps on his wrists. The girl in the bed next to him seemed unfazed by everything. She watched him over her book. He was handsome, she thought to herself. Finally the stage was over, and they could take his arms out of the straps.
"I think by next week you won't have to be held down. The next stages are mostly surges. They are quick, but they will leave you sore. Plus they won't be every week, more like once every couple of weeks." The Healer said, as if it were the best thing in the world. Oh how fantastic more pain, Draco thought bitterly, but he just nodded, and rolled over. He was sore enough as it was. The Healer left, leaving Draco to his own thoughts.
"How are you feeling?" The girl asked. His spirits lightened at hearing her soft voice.
"Sore." He laughed, and looked at her, "What's your name?" He looked into her big hazel eyes. They were captivating.
"Sereana Seliera and you are Draco…?" She paused at his last name.
"Malfoy." He almost hated saying it, but she didn't seem to care. It was odd. Most people get very anxious when he mentions his last name, "What are you in for?" He couldn't find anything wrong with her.
"I broke my finger, and my friend tried to fix it, but the curse just made me ill so she brought me here." Her smile was captivating too, he thought, "Who was that girl?"
"Oh that was my friend Pansy. She's not very good at handling situations like these…." Draco looked at the door. He wished she could have stayed.
"Oh I thought she might be your girlfriend." Sereana sat back in her bed.
"No, we know too much about each other, if that makes any sense." He laughed.
"Sort of, like you were friends for so long that….?"
"That when we started dating we already knew about each others former relationships, and it just wasn't working." He remembered the night they had broken up, very vaguely now. Maybe he wanted to forget it, "I'm sure you don't have that problem with your boyfriend."
"Well, I don't have a boyfriend." She laughed.
"How does a beautiful girl like you, not have a boyfriend?" Draco looked at her in disbelief.
"Beautiful eh?" She laughed. They continued their conversation into the late hours of the night.
