I edited the first few chapters a bit, because of all the reviews I got.
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Gasps were heard throughout the quidditch pitch, along with a "And Mya Zabini has caught the snitch, Slytherin wins, 230 to 60!" as Hermione fell down faster and faster, still holding the snitch tightly in her hand.
Blaise, worried about his sister, and Adrian, worried about his girlfriend, quickly forgot what they were doing and flew to her aid. Blaise caught her broom as Adrian caught her unconscious body and both of them quickly rushed to the ground to bring her to Madam Pomfrey, because it was very obvious that she had been severely injured.
When they got to the hospital wing, they called Madam Pomfrey and she came running out of her office to see Hermione's knocked out body. She told them to place her on one of the beds as she bustled around the room, muttering something about how unsafe quidditch was. Minutes later, Pansy and Marcus walked into the room, followed by about one third of the Slytherin house. Madam Pomfrey immediately yelled at them to get out, because Hermione was still unconscious so there was no point in sitting around, but let Blaise, Adrian, Marcus and Pansy stay for a while longer. Everybody except Blaise left for dinner, telling him they would come back after. So, when dinner was over, they came back to sit around some more, but were eventually told that they had to leave because of curfew.
Two days passed, Blaise was always by her side, (he was the only one that was allowed to be around a lot because he was her brother), unless he got hungry or he had to get back to their room. Finally, at about three o'clock, Hermione regained consciousness. Slytherin had double potions with Gryffindor at the time, so Hermione just sat around staring at the ceiling and the walls until Madam Pomfrey came walking out of her office, glad to see her finally conscious again, and told her to drink a few glasses of disgusting liquids. It was then that she realized the many get well cards and gifts on the table next to her bed. She saw one from her brother, Adrian and Pansy, but there was one that stood out from all of the other flowers, chocolate and candies, to her, at least. She took it off the table and scanned the card for a name, it wasn't signed, but from the handwriting, she could already tell who it was from. The card was all green and on the front, printed rather nicely, it said 'Get Well Soon' just like all the others. She opened the card and read it:
Dear Mya,
I saw what happened and I'm really worried about you, so is everybody else.
I hope you get well soon.
The second half of the card read:
Dear Mya,
Blaise and Pansy talked to me after the ball. They told me everything, and I mean everything. I didn't know you saw me that night and I wondered why you had avoided me as best you could. Pansy told me the truth, and I'm really sorry I hurt you. I hope that after you read this, you can stop hating me, and forgive me and that we can at least, maybe be friends, but I understand if you don't want to. Anyway, I screwed up, big time, and for that, I'm sorry.
If it makes you feel any better, Blaise promised he would kill me.
Sincerely,
It has to be totally obvious right now
P.S. Can I have a second chance?
As if on cue, once Hermione finished reading the note, a small bouquet of purple hyacinths appeared on her lap with a small card attached to it that read, in the same handwriting as the card:
I hope you like the flowers, they mean: I am sorry, please forgive me.
Hermione smiled. Deep down, Draco Malfoy was a really sweet guy, and only a few of his really close friends would know that. It took a lot of time to get him to open up to you. Maybe she could forgive him, but she could never give him a second chance, at least, probably not in the next decade or so, at least, probably not. But who knows, things change. She read the rest of the cards, most of them all basically said the same things. Another card stood out to her, it was plain, green and silver, obvious Slytherin, and it was from Theo.
Mya,
Sorry about the whole Daphne thing. Hope you get well soon.
Theo
P.S. Remember that day in the Great Hall, on that Hogsmeade weekend when we had that argument? It might make you happy to know that your brother and Draco hexed me, bad.
Again, sorry.
Then there was one from Pansy.
Dear Mya,
Merlin! Mya are you okay? I saw you falling and I was so freaking worried about you then when Madame Pomfrey said that you were doing fine it didn't seem like she was actually telling the truth. I know that you're really strong but you had all of us really worried, even Blaise was crying! We seriously have to make fun of him for that eventually, but anyway, I can't believe I'm actually ranting in a letter! A letter! Hope you get well soon!
Your Best Friend,
Pansy
Then there was actually one from Marcus. It was odd, he didn't seem like the card writing type.
Mya,
Normally people don't get injured during their first few games, but we were playing against Gryffindor, sorry. Get well soon, because you're going to be missing a bunch of practices if you don't.
Marcus
'Ah, classic quidditch obsessed captains,' she thought, remembering when she was Hermione and all the times Harry told her about being woken up so early in the morning by Oliver Wood just to practice, practice and more practice.
Then there was another one, from Adrian.
Dear Mya,
I hope you get well soon, it looked like it really hurt when you fell and I'm really worried about you. I miss you, a lot. I miss seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, watching you do homework, read, or even sleep. I miss hugging you, kissing you and basically everything about you. So I hope you get well soon, last time I saw you, it didn't seem like you were anywhere close to okay, and since then, I haven't been allowed to see you.
Miss you,
Love,
Adrian XOXO
And then there was the last and final card from her brother.
Dear Sis,
I know I'm the one that told you to try out for a spot on the quidditch team, but it's not like I thought that you were going to get hurt, I was positive that you would be fine but, things happen around here and we were playing against Gryffindor, so what can I say? You have no idea how worried I was. And I kind of feel like its my fault for telling you to join the team! Please, please, please, get well soon, or I will go crazy, and so will the rest of us. And you seriously don't want to see me go crazy, and nobody else wants to see that either.
I hope you get well soon, it's so different around without you…and I'm getting really bored of having no sister around to annoy all day.
With Love,
Blaise
Hermione smiled as she read her cards. Slytherins could be so caring sometimes.
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