You're mine
Okay, like all of my stories, this one is probably going to suck, but please just read it anyway. And review. Geez, it only takes like 30 secs of your time. Ta
Disclaimer: J.K. is the smart one who made up the characters (except a few of my own) not me, but I'm kicking myself for it…
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Harry thought that detention would have taken his mind off the attack earlier but it didn't. Professor McGonagall had instructed them to clean the floor of the Hospital Wing without magic, and with a brush the size of a toothbrush. Harry knelt down and scrubbed the floor, seeing Sirius's feet beneath the curtain that separated Abeille's bed from the room.
Madame Promfrey had healed the wounds of Dumbledore and Abeille but insisted that they stay for a night and made them go to sleep.
Harry looked over at everyone else. Hermione was concentrating intensely on a spot and scrubbing like her life depended on it. Ron was slowly scrubbing, scowling as he had gotten caught using magic two minutes before. Draco was slowly scrubbing the floor, and if Harry didn't know the truth then he would have thought he had nothing on his mind. The rest of the Slytherins were huddled in the corner, pretending to clean but really whispering among themselves. Pansy kept sending the evil eye at Malfoy who either didn't notice or was ignoring it.
"Ten more minutes and then you may go." McGonagall said in a loud whisper.
It's about time Harry thought. They had only started five hours ago. It had been painful sitting right near Abeille and not being allowed to talk to her. He was hoping she knew who did it to herself and Dumbledore.
Suddenly Harry saw Toby sitting in front of him, in his cat form.
Hows your back? A voice asked in his head.
Toby? He thought incredulously.
Who else? You humans are very dull. I'm glad I met someone who can talk to me first.
Does this mean that I can talk to you whenever I want?
No. I'm granting you this gift for a little while. Keep scrubbing or you be made to stay longer. Harry continued to clean.
How can I talk to you if I don't have that gift?
Thick human. I just told you. Now, Miss Black has said that she will talk to you tomorrow and not to worry about her. Try to reassure Mr Malfoy please.
Why don't you talk to him?
I'd rather not let more humans fiddle with my thoughts.
What?
Never mind. Now I must be going, I'm rather tired. Oh yes, you should talk with Dumbledore. Remember now that there has been an attempt on his life; he is not the only one who is a threat to his and millions of other's lives.
Huh?
Think. Good bye. Toby stalked off underneath the curtain. For a second he saw Sirius asleep in his chair and Abeille lying down, just watching the ceiling.
"The room looks clean enough. You may all go now, but don't let me catch you fighting like that again." Professor McGonagall shushed them off. When walking up the staircase with Ron and Hermione, Harry noticed that a Malfoy had stayed behind. Still suspicious about the attack, he told Hermione and Ron he would be up shortly.
When Harry got back to the Hospital Wing, he heard some voices talking.
"So are you sure you'll be alright? I can stay here tonight if you're worried."
"Sirius would probably kill you. It's okay, you can go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"You still call him Sirius even though he's your-"
"Yes. Go now, or I'll call Madame Promfrey."
"Fine. I will see you tomorrow morning."
"Yes you will. Quidditch trials tomorrow."
"I'll be there. Fine. I guess I better go." Harry heard them kiss briefly and felt furious. So mad, that when Malfoy walked out, he didn't have the sense to hide.
"Potter!" Malfoy spat. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"I was checking up on you're god sister since you haven't had the manners to."
"Malfoy, you are the most presumptuous git I have ever seen. Why don't you listen to Abeille and go away!"
"What are you doing here?" They heard a voice ask. They turned to see Madame Promfrey. "Go to bed immediately."
Harry and Malfoy spun and went different ways to their common rooms.
Harry walked in to see a very mad Ginny sitting on a chair, facing the entrance.
"We need to talk." Was all she said.
"Sure. What about?"
"We don't spend that much time together, and you keep hanging around Lluvia."
"What about her? She's a friend?"
"Yes but she sees an older guy and starts hanging off him. And all of the guys are gaga over her."
"What?" Harry was amazed. She thought he was cheating on her. With Lluvia. "You think I like Lluvia? She's just a friend Gin, trust me. It's just been a hectic first two days. I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you much."
Ginny smiled sweetly, obviously trusting everything he said. Harry went to sit down on the couch facing the fire place and Ginny sat down next to him and lent on his shoulder. It wasn't long before they fell asleep.
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Okay, seriously short chapter but I'm writing the next one straight away. These are just getting mushier and mushier aren't they? I swear I didn't mean for them to end up like that, they just did.
