Well, well. I was currently feeling pleased with myself, having tasted Harry Potter's lips once again. I sat at the Slytherin table, eating my breakfast, smiling to myself when I thought of what happened yesterday. He seemed so…helpless. But he still found the strength to push me aside. I didn't possess him fully…and that made me want him more. My thoughts were, however, interrupted by Professor Dumbledore, who was clearing his throat.
"Harry Potter is in a coma."
What the…
"He has been injured, and is currently lying in the hospital wing. Students are allowed to see him, but not in a whole crowd. Lessons will go on as usual, and nobody is allowed to skip lessons to go to the hospital wing. Enjoy your breakfast."
What was going on? I looked across the Slytherin table. Everyone had a shocked expression on their face. Except one. Pansy Parkinson. She sat there looking very smug and pleased. She turned and looked in my direction, and mouthed the words 'Poor thing'. Then she turned away and whispered something to Milicent Bulstrode, whose eyes widened. Damn her. What did she thing she was doing?
I pulled her aside when walking to class after breakfast.
"What did you do to him?" I said, glowering.
"Do to who, Draco?" she said, trying unsuccessfully to look innocent.
"Stop pretending, Parkinson. What did you do to Potter?"
"Oh that. I didn't do anything much. All I did was to leave a note for that fool, saying that Cho Chang wanted to meet him at midnight in the Astronomy Tower. The handwriting was easily disguised by a charm. Then I threw fireworks at the window, so that he would go near it. And all I had to do after that was push him. What happened to him…well…you know. Too bad he didn't die. The Tower wasn't tall enough."
A true Slytherin indeed. I would have applauded her brilliant idea, only if it wasn't aimed at the boy whom I liked. I couldn't help but glare at her. I didn't know what I was feeling. Rage? Fury? Shock? Horror? She gave me a sickening smile.
"Dear Draco, we're going to be late for Herbology. I'm sure you wouldn't want that. Harry's already in such trouble." She turned and left, leaving me standing there. I considered going to the hospital wing, but I knew Madam Pomfrey probably wouldn't let me in. It was still lesson time, after all. Slowly, I dragged myself to Herbology.
**
Herbology was not interesting enough to keep my attention. My mind kept wandering to Potter and how he was. I swear I would kill Parkinson if I ever got the chance to. Fortunately, Herbology ended fast enough, and it was free time. I went to the hospital wing immediately. There were only a few people there. Surprising, considering Potter's popularity in school. Several of them were staring at me, wondering why I was there. They probably thought that I was the one who tried to kill him. Oh well. I do give people that sort of impression, don't I?
I would have smiled to myself at this point but I was still worried over Potter and whether he would die. He'd better not die yet. I still want him, and I haven't gotten him yet. He better not die before he's mine. I smirked nastily secretly.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
I turned. It was Weasley. "My, my…what a hostile tone," I said, forcing a grin.
"Why are you here? You want to finish the job?" said Granger. Obviously she was one of those who thought that I had tried to kill Potter.
"Believe it or not, Granger, I wasn't the one who tried to kill him. After all, half the student population should know how I feel towards that fellow," I replied.
"Which is one of the reasons why you tried to kill him, I suppose. You couldn't get him, so you would rather he was dead."
"Really Weasel, you have a vivid imagination. If Granger rejected you would you try to kill her?" I said.
He turned almost as red as his hair. "Me like Hermione? That's…that's impossible." Somehow, the tone of his voice told me it was highly likely.
"It's just an example, Weasley, there's no need to turn so red."
He glared at me. "And anyway, if that ever did happened, I wouldn't…because I'm not a Slytherin."
I rolled my eyes. "Even though I'm almost a god, I still have feelings too, Weasley."
"You? A god?" Granger stared at me disbelievingly.
"You have to admit that more than half the school worships me. And besides, I have broken so many girls' hearts since that time I abruptly announced that I was homosexual." I grinned.
"Next!" a voice called out from within the wing. Two girls came out of the room. It was my turn to go in.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" said Madam Pomfrey, glaring at me.
"I swear it wasn't me who tried to kill him," I said. "Can I go in?"
"Yes, I'm afraid you can. Professor Dumbledore said that I had to allow all students in."
"Good." I walked into the room towards Potter's bed.
Potter's face was badly scarred, and there were scratches all over his body. His head had been bandaged and his glasses were on the table beside his bed.
"Well, Potter. I hope you don't get defeated by this fall. After all, you are supposed to be the Boy Who Lived. Besides," I reached forward and touched his scarred face gently, "you aren't mine yet. So you better wake up. But you're an idiot, you know? I told you to watch out for Pansy but you refused to listen."
I sighed. I guess there wasn't anymore I could say. After all, what could he hear? I turned and walked out of the room. Granger and Weasley came in after me, still giving me weird looks. They were probably wondering if I did anything to Potter during my brief stay in that room. I ignored them and walked quickly away from the hospital wing.
Oh boy, is Pansy Parkinson going to get it or what…
