The Golden Arrow
Chapter 3: The Unexplainable Recovery
Draco's POV:
(where we left off…)
I remember not too much of what happened. I remember falling over, and Hermione she was there, and now here I am, having woken up in the infirmary. What happened? Voices outside…Pansy….Crabbe….Goyle….they put the Wroighty potion into my food? No wonder I am in the infirmary. It's a wonder I'm still alive. I guess it got diluted by the food. Lucky me.
I look around. There are curtains all around me. It is quiet. No one is here. Good. Time to think. Time to rest. Time to…
"Oh, my poor little Cupesy-pie! Don't worry, I'm here to help you, sweetie. Mommy will make things all better," came a high-pitched feminine voice.
"Mom? Is that you? Please, go away. I'm fine…" I stammered.
"Oh, by the love of Zeus, you're not fine. You almost died on me there, and who would be able to replace you, with your job. I brought you some nectar, here drink some. It will make you better quicker," said my mother.
"Mom, really, a speedy recovery after passing out. I don't think they would be able to understand…" I started to say, before my mother began pouring the nectar down my throat.
"Now drink up, Cupesy-pie, and feel better. I should say it should take about ten minutes for you to feel better. I have to go, things to do, people to adore me, you know…" and with that she vanished in a beam of light.
Oh man, what will I do now. A speedy recovery, I don't know how they will understand. I hear jostling in the room, the curtains open, and…
"Oh, good lord! You're awake, and you look alright! How did you recover so soon. An hour ago you were passed out on the bed, and now you are sitting upright and staring at me. Well, take the day off, rest, and return to your room, Mr. Malfoy," said Madame Pomfrey. "I'll tell Dumbledore that you look just fine."
"Ummm, alright…" I stammered.
I returned to the Slytherin common room, went to my bed, and started to rest. I had a long job ahead of me in a few days.
Chapter 3: The Unexplainable Recovery
Draco's POV:
(where we left off…)
I remember not too much of what happened. I remember falling over, and Hermione she was there, and now here I am, having woken up in the infirmary. What happened? Voices outside…Pansy….Crabbe….Goyle….they put the Wroighty potion into my food? No wonder I am in the infirmary. It's a wonder I'm still alive. I guess it got diluted by the food. Lucky me.
I look around. There are curtains all around me. It is quiet. No one is here. Good. Time to think. Time to rest. Time to…
"Oh, my poor little Cupesy-pie! Don't worry, I'm here to help you, sweetie. Mommy will make things all better," came a high-pitched feminine voice.
"Mom? Is that you? Please, go away. I'm fine…" I stammered.
"Oh, by the love of Zeus, you're not fine. You almost died on me there, and who would be able to replace you, with your job. I brought you some nectar, here drink some. It will make you better quicker," said my mother.
"Mom, really, a speedy recovery after passing out. I don't think they would be able to understand…" I started to say, before my mother began pouring the nectar down my throat.
"Now drink up, Cupesy-pie, and feel better. I should say it should take about ten minutes for you to feel better. I have to go, things to do, people to adore me, you know…" and with that she vanished in a beam of light.
Oh man, what will I do now. A speedy recovery, I don't know how they will understand. I hear jostling in the room, the curtains open, and…
"Oh, good lord! You're awake, and you look alright! How did you recover so soon. An hour ago you were passed out on the bed, and now you are sitting upright and staring at me. Well, take the day off, rest, and return to your room, Mr. Malfoy," said Madame Pomfrey. "I'll tell Dumbledore that you look just fine."
"Ummm, alright…" I stammered.
I returned to the Slytherin common room, went to my bed, and started to rest. I had a long job ahead of me in a few days.