Chapter 9 Draco's P.O.V
I watched her go, not saying anything despite wanting her to stay with me. Her footsteps didn't fade from outside the room, and then there was bang against the wall. Emily…. I thought but I couldn't get up, so I summoned Silia and asked her to get Mrs. Porter right away. I knew Emily's mother was a healer so I could get healed up. She came right away looking slightly put out about something. "How are you feeling Draco" she asked setting down her healer's bag on the night side table, and then she summoned a small brown bottle of dittany.
I coughed rubbing my sides, laying there silent as could be. "He attacked you quite viciously" She said gravely applying the dittany onto the cut on my cheek. It smoked and stung making me wince. She frowned then pointed her wand at my left arm and said "Ferula". "Why did you do that"? I asked looking up at her now. Mrs. Porter was silent for a moment before answering me, "your arm had a nasty gash on it my dear". I was quiet for the rest of the time she was there which wasn't too long. "I will come back in thirty minutes so please rest" She said on her way out. I nodded and closed my eyes, slowly drifting off into sweet slumber.
In my dream, which came quickly I was with Emily and we were playing Quidditch with….. Wait a minute why was Potter here? He was flying towards Emily with a beater bat held aloft, I yelled out and got on my broom and started to fly towards her and Potter. The problem was that every time I got close to save her the distance got bigger…..
