Walking With Gryffindors
The Infirmary : Chapter Two
Draco entered the hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione greeted him and he flashed her an uncomfortable smile in return. 'I don't like this. Friends with Granger and Weasley? I'll die from boredom in a week!' He thought to himself.
"What? Do I have something on my face? Tell me, Draco!" Hermione brought her hands up to her face in a hurry and started feeling around. Draco took her hands and placed them on the table and shook his head. 'I'll have to tease Granger about her jumpiness when I'm back to normal.'
"Of course you don't" Draco replied. 'She didn't even slap me when I touched her. The Slytherins will have a field day once I tell them! Oh, yes. I almost forgot. I'm a Gryff.' Draco grumbled to himself. A deep voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think it really matters, Granger," Draco whirled around to see who had spoken."food isn't going to hide that hideous face of yours!" Draco looked up in awe at the boy. The boy that so many had envied for his bravery and wisdom had just teased Hermione Granger. The Gryffindor glared at Harry Potter as he and his companions began to laugh.
"Potter!" He spat. He eyed his Slytherin uniform with uneasiness as he continued to pinch himself. He then looked down at his own uniform and noticed the Gryffindor crest. He also took notice of the gleaming Prefect's badge. This made him smirk. He'd never loose that smirk. Slytherin or not.
"Twenty points from Slytherin for rude and unnecessary comments." That shut him up. The famous Harry Potter spat at him before he glided over to the Slytherin table.
"Nice going, Draco." Everyone patted him on the back for his quick thinking. Hermione smiled warmly at him and enveloped him in a hug. 'Hey. I guess being a Gryffindor has it's ups and downs. I love this admiration, though. Maybe I could stay a Gryff for a couple more days.' He sat contemplating about all the admirers he'd have just for being a goody-goody Gryffindor.
"So," He began, trying to get Hermione's attention. She turned towards him and raised her eyebrows. " What do we have today?" He asked as casually as he could. Hermione looked at him oddly before replying.
"Are you feeling alright, Draco? You know, Ron told me about what you did this morning. I think you should go pay the infirmary a little visit before class. It's not good to start forgetting who you are. What if someone put a spell on you? Come. I'll go with you." Draco paused, trying to interpret what she had just said. 'She talks too fast for me to understand!' he thought to himself.
Draco walked next to Hermione down the hall, not listening to a thing she was saying. He had his own thoughts to attend to. 'They can't possibly suspect me to be healthy if I can't even remember their names! What were their names?! Eh.... Purple Brown, Pari Patil, Jean Thomas, Shame-shadoo Finnigin..er...yeeeaaah...I've got 'em. Nothing to worry about.'
"..and that's when he winked at me!" Hermione sighed and turned to Draco.
"What were you saying, Hermininee?" He tried to give her a smile. But it was hard, considering that she had her hand on his forehead.
"Now I know you're sick, Draco! Walk faster. Madame Pomfrey should take a look at you." Hermione grabbed his arm and started to pull him.
"Hey! Hermininee, not too fast!" They had knocked over five students in their rush, and he was afraid he'd have to take points away from Gryffindor. 'What the hell? Now I'm starting to think like a Gryff. Maybe I do need to see a doctor.'
"My name's Hermione, you knit-wit!" Her face was bright red from embarrassment.
"Ah...Here we are!" She shoved Draco through the door and yelled to get Madame Pomfrey's attention.
"What is it, dear?" She asked, examining Hermione closely.
"Not me, Madame. It's Draco. I think he's suffering from some sort of amnesia." She cared for Draco dearly. After all, they had been friends since their first year.
"Oh. In that case...Draco, deary, sit. Hermione, dear, leave." Madame Pomfrey pointed to the exit and began taking potions out from her cupboards. Hermione turned on her heels and left without another word.
***
"I swear Madame, I'm just fine!" Draco tried to explaining to the nurse once again. Madame Pomfrey tutted and shoved a thermometer into his mouth.
"Of course you are, dear. That's why you told me a silly story about you being in Slytherin. That's preposterous! You must be suffering from something!"
"But-but! Madame, listen!" Draco's face began to turn bright red. Madame Pomfrey set down the spoon of medicine she had been trying to shove down his throat. "I don't know how it happened, but when I woke up this morning, I was a Gryff!
"I'm not a Gryff, though! I'm a Slytherin! My father's a Death Eater and my mother doesn't even know my name!" Draco had said this all in one breath and was finally relieved that he had gotten it off his chest. Madame Pomfrey would send him to Professor Dumbledore's office and he would fix everything up.
But Madame Pomfrey did no such thing. She gave a rather large snort before laughing out loud. Her laughing echoed off the infirmary walls and caused a few curious students to poke their heads into the room. Draco turned bright red and grew angrier.
"Don't be silly, deary." She laughed even harder this time. Her face was bright red from laughing and anyone could see that she didn't believe one bit of what Draco had said.
"It's true! I'm a cold hearted bastard! And stop calling me deary!" Draco was irritated by this women and couldn't handle her infinite fits of laughter. But the gods were against him today. His comment only served to fortify her laughter.
"Oh my! I think we'll have to send you to St. Mungo's! Your mad!" Madame Pomfrey choked out jokingly. Finally she began to settle down enough to look at Draco clearly. He looked very angry indeed, but she took no notice of it.
"Well now, Draco," Madame Pomfrey looked at him through watery eyes. "You might be suffering from some mild memory loss. But I just don't understand where you've gotten these ideas about your family. A couple days of rest in the infirmary should cure you. Here." She handed him a hospital gown, causing him to turn bright red.
"Eh....Can I get something less revealing?" He pointed out the long slit at the back.
"Of course not! That's how they're made. But you can wear some light clothing under, I suppose. You'll be excused from class for the rest of the week. Now get in that bed and get some rest!" Madame Pomfrey became her old, serious self again.
Draco followed her instructions and changed into the gown. He climbed into the little infirmary bed in the middle of the room and waited for plump little witch to come back.
"Here you go, dear." She came back holding a bottle of sleeping drought and held it under Draco's nose.
"Ech! That's disgusting! I refuse to drink that! Don't you have anything that smells better?" Again, Madame Pomfrey shook her head.
Draco pinched his nose before taking the potion and downing it all in one gulp. It didn't taste as bad as it smelled, but it wasn't exactly pumpkin juice, either.
"Oh, before you fall asleep," Draco looked up through drowsy eyes at the nurse. "Your parents are coming tomorrow morning to see you. I'm sure they're very worried about your condition." Draco gave one last snort before falling into a deep slumber.
******
Well, didn't that take forever? Okay, so writing this chapter only took a day to write, but I am very very slow when it comes to updating. It usually takes me a month to finally decide what to write. So, my ideas take forever to get here. Most of the time. Of course, I'm just outright lazy. Enjoy!
ps~ I'm not quite sure if I'm going to make it D/Hr. But hey, whatever...
R/R!!!
~Lana
The Infirmary : Chapter Two
Draco entered the hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione greeted him and he flashed her an uncomfortable smile in return. 'I don't like this. Friends with Granger and Weasley? I'll die from boredom in a week!' He thought to himself.
"What? Do I have something on my face? Tell me, Draco!" Hermione brought her hands up to her face in a hurry and started feeling around. Draco took her hands and placed them on the table and shook his head. 'I'll have to tease Granger about her jumpiness when I'm back to normal.'
"Of course you don't" Draco replied. 'She didn't even slap me when I touched her. The Slytherins will have a field day once I tell them! Oh, yes. I almost forgot. I'm a Gryff.' Draco grumbled to himself. A deep voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think it really matters, Granger," Draco whirled around to see who had spoken."food isn't going to hide that hideous face of yours!" Draco looked up in awe at the boy. The boy that so many had envied for his bravery and wisdom had just teased Hermione Granger. The Gryffindor glared at Harry Potter as he and his companions began to laugh.
"Potter!" He spat. He eyed his Slytherin uniform with uneasiness as he continued to pinch himself. He then looked down at his own uniform and noticed the Gryffindor crest. He also took notice of the gleaming Prefect's badge. This made him smirk. He'd never loose that smirk. Slytherin or not.
"Twenty points from Slytherin for rude and unnecessary comments." That shut him up. The famous Harry Potter spat at him before he glided over to the Slytherin table.
"Nice going, Draco." Everyone patted him on the back for his quick thinking. Hermione smiled warmly at him and enveloped him in a hug. 'Hey. I guess being a Gryffindor has it's ups and downs. I love this admiration, though. Maybe I could stay a Gryff for a couple more days.' He sat contemplating about all the admirers he'd have just for being a goody-goody Gryffindor.
"So," He began, trying to get Hermione's attention. She turned towards him and raised her eyebrows. " What do we have today?" He asked as casually as he could. Hermione looked at him oddly before replying.
"Are you feeling alright, Draco? You know, Ron told me about what you did this morning. I think you should go pay the infirmary a little visit before class. It's not good to start forgetting who you are. What if someone put a spell on you? Come. I'll go with you." Draco paused, trying to interpret what she had just said. 'She talks too fast for me to understand!' he thought to himself.
Draco walked next to Hermione down the hall, not listening to a thing she was saying. He had his own thoughts to attend to. 'They can't possibly suspect me to be healthy if I can't even remember their names! What were their names?! Eh.... Purple Brown, Pari Patil, Jean Thomas, Shame-shadoo Finnigin..er...yeeeaaah...I've got 'em. Nothing to worry about.'
"..and that's when he winked at me!" Hermione sighed and turned to Draco.
"What were you saying, Hermininee?" He tried to give her a smile. But it was hard, considering that she had her hand on his forehead.
"Now I know you're sick, Draco! Walk faster. Madame Pomfrey should take a look at you." Hermione grabbed his arm and started to pull him.
"Hey! Hermininee, not too fast!" They had knocked over five students in their rush, and he was afraid he'd have to take points away from Gryffindor. 'What the hell? Now I'm starting to think like a Gryff. Maybe I do need to see a doctor.'
"My name's Hermione, you knit-wit!" Her face was bright red from embarrassment.
"Ah...Here we are!" She shoved Draco through the door and yelled to get Madame Pomfrey's attention.
"What is it, dear?" She asked, examining Hermione closely.
"Not me, Madame. It's Draco. I think he's suffering from some sort of amnesia." She cared for Draco dearly. After all, they had been friends since their first year.
"Oh. In that case...Draco, deary, sit. Hermione, dear, leave." Madame Pomfrey pointed to the exit and began taking potions out from her cupboards. Hermione turned on her heels and left without another word.
***
"I swear Madame, I'm just fine!" Draco tried to explaining to the nurse once again. Madame Pomfrey tutted and shoved a thermometer into his mouth.
"Of course you are, dear. That's why you told me a silly story about you being in Slytherin. That's preposterous! You must be suffering from something!"
"But-but! Madame, listen!" Draco's face began to turn bright red. Madame Pomfrey set down the spoon of medicine she had been trying to shove down his throat. "I don't know how it happened, but when I woke up this morning, I was a Gryff!
"I'm not a Gryff, though! I'm a Slytherin! My father's a Death Eater and my mother doesn't even know my name!" Draco had said this all in one breath and was finally relieved that he had gotten it off his chest. Madame Pomfrey would send him to Professor Dumbledore's office and he would fix everything up.
But Madame Pomfrey did no such thing. She gave a rather large snort before laughing out loud. Her laughing echoed off the infirmary walls and caused a few curious students to poke their heads into the room. Draco turned bright red and grew angrier.
"Don't be silly, deary." She laughed even harder this time. Her face was bright red from laughing and anyone could see that she didn't believe one bit of what Draco had said.
"It's true! I'm a cold hearted bastard! And stop calling me deary!" Draco was irritated by this women and couldn't handle her infinite fits of laughter. But the gods were against him today. His comment only served to fortify her laughter.
"Oh my! I think we'll have to send you to St. Mungo's! Your mad!" Madame Pomfrey choked out jokingly. Finally she began to settle down enough to look at Draco clearly. He looked very angry indeed, but she took no notice of it.
"Well now, Draco," Madame Pomfrey looked at him through watery eyes. "You might be suffering from some mild memory loss. But I just don't understand where you've gotten these ideas about your family. A couple days of rest in the infirmary should cure you. Here." She handed him a hospital gown, causing him to turn bright red.
"Eh....Can I get something less revealing?" He pointed out the long slit at the back.
"Of course not! That's how they're made. But you can wear some light clothing under, I suppose. You'll be excused from class for the rest of the week. Now get in that bed and get some rest!" Madame Pomfrey became her old, serious self again.
Draco followed her instructions and changed into the gown. He climbed into the little infirmary bed in the middle of the room and waited for plump little witch to come back.
"Here you go, dear." She came back holding a bottle of sleeping drought and held it under Draco's nose.
"Ech! That's disgusting! I refuse to drink that! Don't you have anything that smells better?" Again, Madame Pomfrey shook her head.
Draco pinched his nose before taking the potion and downing it all in one gulp. It didn't taste as bad as it smelled, but it wasn't exactly pumpkin juice, either.
"Oh, before you fall asleep," Draco looked up through drowsy eyes at the nurse. "Your parents are coming tomorrow morning to see you. I'm sure they're very worried about your condition." Draco gave one last snort before falling into a deep slumber.
******
Well, didn't that take forever? Okay, so writing this chapter only took a day to write, but I am very very slow when it comes to updating. It usually takes me a month to finally decide what to write. So, my ideas take forever to get here. Most of the time. Of course, I'm just outright lazy. Enjoy!
ps~ I'm not quite sure if I'm going to make it D/Hr. But hey, whatever...
R/R!!!
~Lana