I inertly open my eyes. 'Where am I?' is the first thought I have as I take
in my surroundings. I quickly deduce that I'm in the hospital wing by the
crispy white sheets on regulatory twin size beds. Madame Pomfrey's office
down the hall and a few curtains that would go around a bed folded in the
corner. I try to sit up but dizziness suddenly envelops me, sending me to
lay back down on the bed.
I turn my head to the right and see an occupant in a chair next to me. It seems that it's a small fire wrapped in a worn blanket. I wanted to somehow signal the nurse to the flame but as the blanket slides down, I realize it's Ron. My knight with flaming red hair. I consider the many possibilities as to why I am here when Ron awakes. I hastily roll over on my other side, so he doesn't see my wistful stares.
"Malfoy?" I hear him whisper.
Doesn't he know I'm trying to sleep? I grip the blankets tighter, pulling them up over my head. I feel him nudge me in the back. Will he leave me alone? I wonder yet, truthfully, I hope he never leaves.
"What?" I groan aloud in mock protest. I hear him lightly snort in amusement.
"Wake up. Are you okay?" He sits on the edge of the bed, back turned to me.
"I'm up. And yes.I'm okay."
"Good. You gave me a scare back there, Draco. Why did you do it? You know," he looks down at his feet sheepishly, "the cut marks on you."
"Everyone has their bad days." I smirk. I try to take this whole thing lightly but.how can I? I passed out. That's never happened to me!
"True, but no one goes and cuts themselves. What's going on?"
"Nothing that concerns you. I have my problems and that's it. What are they going to do to me?" I whisper softly. I've heard of people who attempt suicide go to a special wing in the castle for rehabilitation and psychological evaluations.
"They're going to remove you from Slytherin and take you to the Northeast wing. They plan to keep you there for the minimum, which is three months, and if anything goes wrong or they find any evidence that suggests that you need to stay longer, they'll keep you until they see fit." He explained to me calmly.
"How do you know?"
"I overheard Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore talking while you were sleep."
I sit there in a semi-catatonic state. Even though I knew they were going to put me there, it still threw me off guard. How will I survive in the Northeast wing, or the 'Loony Bin' as the general, normal, public calls it? How will the other students react when they hear that I, Draco Malfoy, have finally snapped?
"Are you scared?"
It's him again; he's moved back to the chair he was sleeping in.
"What do you think? Of course I'm scared! What will others think? What will my father say?!?" I didn't even think of that! He'll kill me because people are now closing in on his little secret.
"It's only for 3 months. If they treat you any differently then, you'll just have to get through this by yourself...don't you still have Amber? She'd never turn her back on you. And your father will never know, unless you tell him yourself."
"But three months.that's till the end of the year!"
"I know but you can't worry about that right now. Go to sleep, Draco. You have a long 3 months a head of you." He soothed. He lightly pushed the covers up over me and left the hospital wing.
As I watch my choleric angel walk out of view, I can only think of what will happen... what I will be going through, what lays ahead. But I know I will get through this as long as I have my red haired angel.
Drift off to sleep with only one thought on my mind: Ron called me by my first name.
I turn my head to the right and see an occupant in a chair next to me. It seems that it's a small fire wrapped in a worn blanket. I wanted to somehow signal the nurse to the flame but as the blanket slides down, I realize it's Ron. My knight with flaming red hair. I consider the many possibilities as to why I am here when Ron awakes. I hastily roll over on my other side, so he doesn't see my wistful stares.
"Malfoy?" I hear him whisper.
Doesn't he know I'm trying to sleep? I grip the blankets tighter, pulling them up over my head. I feel him nudge me in the back. Will he leave me alone? I wonder yet, truthfully, I hope he never leaves.
"What?" I groan aloud in mock protest. I hear him lightly snort in amusement.
"Wake up. Are you okay?" He sits on the edge of the bed, back turned to me.
"I'm up. And yes.I'm okay."
"Good. You gave me a scare back there, Draco. Why did you do it? You know," he looks down at his feet sheepishly, "the cut marks on you."
"Everyone has their bad days." I smirk. I try to take this whole thing lightly but.how can I? I passed out. That's never happened to me!
"True, but no one goes and cuts themselves. What's going on?"
"Nothing that concerns you. I have my problems and that's it. What are they going to do to me?" I whisper softly. I've heard of people who attempt suicide go to a special wing in the castle for rehabilitation and psychological evaluations.
"They're going to remove you from Slytherin and take you to the Northeast wing. They plan to keep you there for the minimum, which is three months, and if anything goes wrong or they find any evidence that suggests that you need to stay longer, they'll keep you until they see fit." He explained to me calmly.
"How do you know?"
"I overheard Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore talking while you were sleep."
I sit there in a semi-catatonic state. Even though I knew they were going to put me there, it still threw me off guard. How will I survive in the Northeast wing, or the 'Loony Bin' as the general, normal, public calls it? How will the other students react when they hear that I, Draco Malfoy, have finally snapped?
"Are you scared?"
It's him again; he's moved back to the chair he was sleeping in.
"What do you think? Of course I'm scared! What will others think? What will my father say?!?" I didn't even think of that! He'll kill me because people are now closing in on his little secret.
"It's only for 3 months. If they treat you any differently then, you'll just have to get through this by yourself...don't you still have Amber? She'd never turn her back on you. And your father will never know, unless you tell him yourself."
"But three months.that's till the end of the year!"
"I know but you can't worry about that right now. Go to sleep, Draco. You have a long 3 months a head of you." He soothed. He lightly pushed the covers up over me and left the hospital wing.
As I watch my choleric angel walk out of view, I can only think of what will happen... what I will be going through, what lays ahead. But I know I will get through this as long as I have my red haired angel.
Drift off to sleep with only one thought on my mind: Ron called me by my first name.
