With that Crabbe turned his back on Draco and snapped his fingers siganling the Slytherins to hurt Draco.
Goyle pulled Draco up by the coller of his new sweater.
"Wrong move Malfoy."
He punched Draco in the nose, then threw him to the others. The others continued to wrestle him. Draco
struggled trying to inch his wat to the door; his only escape, only to be dragged back by his former group and their
powerful wands. He felt himself grow short of breath with every punch thrown, and got weaker and weaker unable to
defend himself.
' It's not fair; it's all of them against me,' he thought.
"BOYS!!" Professor Trelawney who had just been walking past the class yelled, as she rushed into the room.
They went on torturing Draco not hearing nor seeing Trelawney.
"EXPELLIARMUS!!" She screamed. Wands flew all over the place, leaving the hands of its owner and to the
hands of the Professor.
"You will stop this, THIS INSTANT!" Her eyes flared with maddness. Everyone grew silent as she helped Draco
up, but couldn't carry him. She conjured up a stretcher and put Draco on it and took him staight to the Headmaster.
"Professor! Professor! Help! Help this poor boy!" She cried, banging on the office doors. Professor Dumbeldore
opened the door to see a frantic Professor Trelawney and a bloody Draco Malfoy.
"What is the meaning of this?" His booming voice questioned, "Why isn't he with Madam Pomfrey in the
Hospital Wing?"
"I saw this coming Headmaster! My tea leaves saw this! I told you someone will perish! I warned you!" Her
eyes widened with horror. Dumbeldore rolled his eyes and took Draco into his office.
"It's okay Professor, I'll take care of him. You may leave now." He closed the door to the woman yelling,
"I had predicted this! I saw this coming!" Dumbeldore sighed quietly and brewed up a potion for Draco. He
placed the cup to his lips and Draco drank it slowly.
"WHERE IS HE?!?!" A tear-streaken Hermione screamed as she burst into Dumbeldore's office.
"There, there now Miss Granger, he's right here," Dumbeldore calmly said, pointing to the stretcher. The cuts
and bruises were mending as the potion kicked in.
"Oh Draco," she cried as she knelt beside the stretcher, "Why Draco? Why'd you do it?"
She began to sob into his shoulders. Draco lifted his hand and placed it on top of Hermione's head. She
looked up to see Draco smiling at her.
"For you," he whispered. Her worries turned to anger and she responded.
"That was stupid Draco! Did you think you could take on all the Slytherins? Did you think you could win?
Draco that wasn't smart. You could have gotten yourself KILLED! You KNOW what they're capable of doing!" She
stood up and turned to Dumbeldore, away from Draco.
"How'd you find out?" Draco asked. He tried to sit up, but winced in pain.
"Don't get up," Dumbeldore warned, then looked at Hemrione for her reply.
"Goyle. He was so loud in the halls. Talking about the Slytherins ' teaching Malfoy a lesson', so I ran to the
Hospital Wing, but on the way I bumped into Trelawney, and she was mumbling about how she 'predicted this' and
how she 'warned Dumbeldore' and how she hoped 'that Dumbeldore would take care of the poor boy', so I instantly
ran here," she explained.
"Very well Miss Granger, you must go now, classes are still in session," Dumbeldore showed Hermione to
the door.
"But...Draco," she protested.
"He shall be dealt with Miss Granger. Do not fret. Come now, go back to class and you can return during the
lunch hour," he instructed. She walked to Draco and softly kissed his lips then got up and left. As the door shut,
Dumbeldore turned to Draco and just stood there, studying him.
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Goyle pulled Draco up by the coller of his new sweater.
"Wrong move Malfoy."
He punched Draco in the nose, then threw him to the others. The others continued to wrestle him. Draco
struggled trying to inch his wat to the door; his only escape, only to be dragged back by his former group and their
powerful wands. He felt himself grow short of breath with every punch thrown, and got weaker and weaker unable to
defend himself.
' It's not fair; it's all of them against me,' he thought.
"BOYS!!" Professor Trelawney who had just been walking past the class yelled, as she rushed into the room.
They went on torturing Draco not hearing nor seeing Trelawney.
"EXPELLIARMUS!!" She screamed. Wands flew all over the place, leaving the hands of its owner and to the
hands of the Professor.
"You will stop this, THIS INSTANT!" Her eyes flared with maddness. Everyone grew silent as she helped Draco
up, but couldn't carry him. She conjured up a stretcher and put Draco on it and took him staight to the Headmaster.
"Professor! Professor! Help! Help this poor boy!" She cried, banging on the office doors. Professor Dumbeldore
opened the door to see a frantic Professor Trelawney and a bloody Draco Malfoy.
"What is the meaning of this?" His booming voice questioned, "Why isn't he with Madam Pomfrey in the
Hospital Wing?"
"I saw this coming Headmaster! My tea leaves saw this! I told you someone will perish! I warned you!" Her
eyes widened with horror. Dumbeldore rolled his eyes and took Draco into his office.
"It's okay Professor, I'll take care of him. You may leave now." He closed the door to the woman yelling,
"I had predicted this! I saw this coming!" Dumbeldore sighed quietly and brewed up a potion for Draco. He
placed the cup to his lips and Draco drank it slowly.
"WHERE IS HE?!?!" A tear-streaken Hermione screamed as she burst into Dumbeldore's office.
"There, there now Miss Granger, he's right here," Dumbeldore calmly said, pointing to the stretcher. The cuts
and bruises were mending as the potion kicked in.
"Oh Draco," she cried as she knelt beside the stretcher, "Why Draco? Why'd you do it?"
She began to sob into his shoulders. Draco lifted his hand and placed it on top of Hermione's head. She
looked up to see Draco smiling at her.
"For you," he whispered. Her worries turned to anger and she responded.
"That was stupid Draco! Did you think you could take on all the Slytherins? Did you think you could win?
Draco that wasn't smart. You could have gotten yourself KILLED! You KNOW what they're capable of doing!" She
stood up and turned to Dumbeldore, away from Draco.
"How'd you find out?" Draco asked. He tried to sit up, but winced in pain.
"Don't get up," Dumbeldore warned, then looked at Hemrione for her reply.
"Goyle. He was so loud in the halls. Talking about the Slytherins ' teaching Malfoy a lesson', so I ran to the
Hospital Wing, but on the way I bumped into Trelawney, and she was mumbling about how she 'predicted this' and
how she 'warned Dumbeldore' and how she hoped 'that Dumbeldore would take care of the poor boy', so I instantly
ran here," she explained.
"Very well Miss Granger, you must go now, classes are still in session," Dumbeldore showed Hermione to
the door.
"But...Draco," she protested.
"He shall be dealt with Miss Granger. Do not fret. Come now, go back to class and you can return during the
lunch hour," he instructed. She walked to Draco and softly kissed his lips then got up and left. As the door shut,
Dumbeldore turned to Draco and just stood there, studying him.
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