Madame Pomfrey shuffled about the hospital room, keeping visitors
out, and taking care of Harry's wounds from the crash during the Quiddich
game. Harry suffered from scratches and bruises on his face, side, and
legs. One that was especially bad was a large gash on his side near his rib
cage. It bled for quite some time before he had gotten to the hospital
wing, where Madame Pomfrey waved her wand instantly stopping the flow of
blood, but leaving a nasty wound.
Harry stared silently out of the windows above, watching the white puffy clouds pass by, until a loud clanging and hinges squeaking indicated someone was entering the room.
"These scrapes are stinging!" a male voice yelled out, on the verge of crying. Harry sat up, wincing at his side, and looked into the corridor that led to the door of the hospital. Slowly, being carried on a stretcher, Draco Malfoy was lugged into the room by three other Slytherin team members. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he was holding his right cheek, trying to keep it from bleeding. Harry could see between his fingers, two large slashes under his eye.
They placed Draco on the bed to the right of Harry's, the blonde finally noticing that his enemy was lying right beside him. His eyes widened and he turned over to face the wall, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "If you think I've been crying, I haven't." He mumbled as a teardrop soaked into his pillow.
Harry and Draco lay in silence for a while, Draco's back still turned towards Harry's. Every so often he could hear a sniffle or a whimper, and deep down, Harry felt bad for Draco. The sun began to set, and Harry was becoming impatient, wanting to leave and see his friends. The room glowed an orange-red color and Madame Pomfrey finally entered the large and jam- packed hospital room. Apparently there had been a large explosion in the Potions class, inevitably created by Neville, and all the beds were filled with students who had been near the blast. One of these students was Ginny Weasley, who waved to Harry with her unhurt arm from across the room in another bed.
Madame Pomfrey bowed to Harry and Draco politely, "'Evening," she said, "I think it's best you both spend the night here, I'd like to watch those wounds of yours."
Harry's stomach lurched, and he could see that Draco felt the same way by the expression that had come over his face.
"Sleep... by Harry??" Draco squeaked, "That's ludicrous! I can't beleive you even suggested that!" his eyes darted around the room, "Can't you put me in another bed?"
Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips and loomed over Draco. "I'm sorry, but as you can see I'm kind of tied up with other students to waste my time and move all your supplies over to another bed, so if you will please just stay in that one, I would greatly appreciate it!" Her voice pitched at an unbeleivably high note, and she stomped off to help the other wounded.
Harry chuckled softly. Draco had been yelled at right in front of him, and he didn't have to do a single thing to provoke it. He had been waiting for that almost as long as he'd known Draco.
"What're you laughing at, Potter?" Draco frowned, showing his discontentment. "If Madame Pomfrey wasn't here, you'd be dead meat. You hear me?" Harry nodded and rolled his eyes, slumping over onto his pillow.
Hours passed and Harry sat face up on his pillow, restless. It was now almost completely dark except for the slight flicker and glow of a candle coming from Madame Pomfrey's room. Harry had no idea what time it was, but guessed it was midnight. He heard a small squeak of bedsprings, and footsteps. Where the noise was coming from, he wasn't sure. Harry assumed the person was getting up to go to the bathroom. He stared up into the darkness of the ceiling, trying to keep the pain in his side out of his mind.
Suddenly he felt something warm touch his lips. It wasn't a hand, but what felt to him like lips. Shocked, he tried to move away, but the person held him down firmly. The stranger kissed him tenderly for what seemed like forever, then finally pulled away, steadying their breathing. Then he heard footsteps retreat from his bed and fade off into the distance.
Harry lay on his bed, stunned at the incident that just occurred. He couldn't even think straight. His lips tingled, and he moved his fingers to them, touching them slightly. He lay for what seemed like hours in awe, confusion, and he felt strangely hurt. It was his first kiss, and he didn't even know who it was. He had no control of it. His first kiss was stolen from him without him knowing it. Yet, he felt tingly inside and his heart beat so loud in his chest he thought he'd wake the whole room. Had he liked it? Being kissed by a total stranger? -Or possibly, it wasn't a stranger at all. He had heard the bed creak, so it must have been someone in the room.
Then it hit him. "Ginny," he said softly. His chest hurt painfully, and he moaned sadly. "No, Ginny how could she?" Harry thought, "Yes it must have been her. I felt a lock of hair brush against my face". Everyone in the whole school knew she had a crush. No, not a crush, she was utterly in love with him. She blushed, and stuttered, and tripped over herself whenever he was in the same room with him. A swelling of hatred filled Harry's body. "How could she? How dare she?"
But then his mind wandered to the other thought drifting through his head. He had liked it. But Ginny, she was Ron's little sister. Harry would never do something like that. Why was he blushing so madly? His cheeks felt as if they were on fire, and he placed his icy hands on his face to cool them.
Harry heard the deep breathing of his classmates who had fallen asleep much earlier than he had. Maybe Ginny had thought he was asleep? Thinking all the possibilities over, Harry had failed to notice that he had totally forgotten about how his side hurt, and he drifted off to sleep soon after.
Hermione and Ron woke Harry the next morning, Ron carrying Harry's and his own heavy load of books.
Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked, "we've got to be getting to breakfast soon."
Ron, panting and gasping for breath dropped the books on Harry's bed, letting them topple over into a heap. Directly behind Ron, Harry noticed Ginny staring deeply at him, and Harry blushed, the tips of his ears getting red. "Hey Harry, we've got to get going." Ron repeated. "Are you alright? You look kind of red."
Harry shot Ron an awkward glance. Soon after he was dressed and heading out into the dining hall with his friends.
Harry stared silently out of the windows above, watching the white puffy clouds pass by, until a loud clanging and hinges squeaking indicated someone was entering the room.
"These scrapes are stinging!" a male voice yelled out, on the verge of crying. Harry sat up, wincing at his side, and looked into the corridor that led to the door of the hospital. Slowly, being carried on a stretcher, Draco Malfoy was lugged into the room by three other Slytherin team members. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he was holding his right cheek, trying to keep it from bleeding. Harry could see between his fingers, two large slashes under his eye.
They placed Draco on the bed to the right of Harry's, the blonde finally noticing that his enemy was lying right beside him. His eyes widened and he turned over to face the wall, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "If you think I've been crying, I haven't." He mumbled as a teardrop soaked into his pillow.
Harry and Draco lay in silence for a while, Draco's back still turned towards Harry's. Every so often he could hear a sniffle or a whimper, and deep down, Harry felt bad for Draco. The sun began to set, and Harry was becoming impatient, wanting to leave and see his friends. The room glowed an orange-red color and Madame Pomfrey finally entered the large and jam- packed hospital room. Apparently there had been a large explosion in the Potions class, inevitably created by Neville, and all the beds were filled with students who had been near the blast. One of these students was Ginny Weasley, who waved to Harry with her unhurt arm from across the room in another bed.
Madame Pomfrey bowed to Harry and Draco politely, "'Evening," she said, "I think it's best you both spend the night here, I'd like to watch those wounds of yours."
Harry's stomach lurched, and he could see that Draco felt the same way by the expression that had come over his face.
"Sleep... by Harry??" Draco squeaked, "That's ludicrous! I can't beleive you even suggested that!" his eyes darted around the room, "Can't you put me in another bed?"
Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips and loomed over Draco. "I'm sorry, but as you can see I'm kind of tied up with other students to waste my time and move all your supplies over to another bed, so if you will please just stay in that one, I would greatly appreciate it!" Her voice pitched at an unbeleivably high note, and she stomped off to help the other wounded.
Harry chuckled softly. Draco had been yelled at right in front of him, and he didn't have to do a single thing to provoke it. He had been waiting for that almost as long as he'd known Draco.
"What're you laughing at, Potter?" Draco frowned, showing his discontentment. "If Madame Pomfrey wasn't here, you'd be dead meat. You hear me?" Harry nodded and rolled his eyes, slumping over onto his pillow.
Hours passed and Harry sat face up on his pillow, restless. It was now almost completely dark except for the slight flicker and glow of a candle coming from Madame Pomfrey's room. Harry had no idea what time it was, but guessed it was midnight. He heard a small squeak of bedsprings, and footsteps. Where the noise was coming from, he wasn't sure. Harry assumed the person was getting up to go to the bathroom. He stared up into the darkness of the ceiling, trying to keep the pain in his side out of his mind.
Suddenly he felt something warm touch his lips. It wasn't a hand, but what felt to him like lips. Shocked, he tried to move away, but the person held him down firmly. The stranger kissed him tenderly for what seemed like forever, then finally pulled away, steadying their breathing. Then he heard footsteps retreat from his bed and fade off into the distance.
Harry lay on his bed, stunned at the incident that just occurred. He couldn't even think straight. His lips tingled, and he moved his fingers to them, touching them slightly. He lay for what seemed like hours in awe, confusion, and he felt strangely hurt. It was his first kiss, and he didn't even know who it was. He had no control of it. His first kiss was stolen from him without him knowing it. Yet, he felt tingly inside and his heart beat so loud in his chest he thought he'd wake the whole room. Had he liked it? Being kissed by a total stranger? -Or possibly, it wasn't a stranger at all. He had heard the bed creak, so it must have been someone in the room.
Then it hit him. "Ginny," he said softly. His chest hurt painfully, and he moaned sadly. "No, Ginny how could she?" Harry thought, "Yes it must have been her. I felt a lock of hair brush against my face". Everyone in the whole school knew she had a crush. No, not a crush, she was utterly in love with him. She blushed, and stuttered, and tripped over herself whenever he was in the same room with him. A swelling of hatred filled Harry's body. "How could she? How dare she?"
But then his mind wandered to the other thought drifting through his head. He had liked it. But Ginny, she was Ron's little sister. Harry would never do something like that. Why was he blushing so madly? His cheeks felt as if they were on fire, and he placed his icy hands on his face to cool them.
Harry heard the deep breathing of his classmates who had fallen asleep much earlier than he had. Maybe Ginny had thought he was asleep? Thinking all the possibilities over, Harry had failed to notice that he had totally forgotten about how his side hurt, and he drifted off to sleep soon after.
Hermione and Ron woke Harry the next morning, Ron carrying Harry's and his own heavy load of books.
Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked, "we've got to be getting to breakfast soon."
Ron, panting and gasping for breath dropped the books on Harry's bed, letting them topple over into a heap. Directly behind Ron, Harry noticed Ginny staring deeply at him, and Harry blushed, the tips of his ears getting red. "Hey Harry, we've got to get going." Ron repeated. "Are you alright? You look kind of red."
Harry shot Ron an awkward glance. Soon after he was dressed and heading out into the dining hall with his friends.