Harry awoke, his head splitting. He realized he didn't have his glasses on. He groped around the side table for them, and placed them on his face. Instantly everything was clear. He was in the Hospital Wing. His memory was returning. He could remember small things like what day it had been when he had passed out. He could remember Lucius, mumbling. That was about it though. The last thing he could remember was Lucius Malfoy mumbling, and his scar hurting…
Just then, Madam Pomfrey came bustling in.
"Oh dear, you're awake." As she was checking him over, he was trying to ask her questions. She was busy mumbling about Quidditch being dangerous, and 'Dumbledore should know better, constantly putting him in danger like this'. When she finished, Harry noticed the small mound of candy and cards from Ron, Hermione, Ginny of course, and probably Hagrid.
He looked at her. "What happened?"
She looked at him. The same look she gave every time. Like she felt his pain every time he was there. "You had a Quidditch accident, Potter."
~*~
Draco felt odd. He'd felt odd since that Saturday, one week ago. He'd saved Potter's life, and he had wanted to be there when he woke up. He'd made visits to the hospital wing, everyday. He'd even almost run into Potter's friends. Weasley had believed his story, about going towards the Owlery, but Granger had been a little less believing. She seemed to have seen he was going to the hospital wing, but she didn't seem to make a connection. Probably kept her awake at night, not knowing something…
It was late, and Draco could get into serious trouble for this. He was on his way to the hospital wing, to see Harry. Potter, he thought, what have you done to me? He came upon the hospital wing, surprised to see Madam Pomfrey leaving the hospital wing, on her way to her quarters up the hall. Draco slinked in, and stopped dead. Potter was awake, he hadn't seen Draco yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't. Draco turned on his heel and left.
~*~
Harry caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned just in time to see what looked like a cloak sweep around the corner. Who was that? He thought, puzzled. He guessed it was a student ducking in, to hide from Filch most likely. He shrugged, took off his glasses, and settled down to sleep.
The next morning, Harry went to classes. He had a busy Monday of catching up ahead of him. Yippee. He'd missed several important Potions assignments (as Snape put them. Harry didn't think that taking notes was very important), but Hermione was supposed to help him with that. She was also helping with the Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, and History of Magic. He had to settle for Ron's help when it came to Divination. He still didn't know why he didn't drop it like Hermione. It really was a waste of his time.
"Harry!" Ron called, waving him over towards their regular seats at the table. He sat beside Ginny, looking at Ron and Hermione. Hermione kept giving him this odd look. I'll ask Ron about that later. Definitely.
~*~
Draco came in to the Great Hall to see Harry sitting at the table with his friends, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like getting attacked by your archenemy's father is a normal thing here. But more importantly, that meant he hadn't been seen. Good. He took his seat at the Slytherin Table, his eyes never leaving Harry. Potter! He's Potter, not Harry. Potter.
~*~
That night, Harry didn't slept at all. It was horrible. He was lying there, staring at the ceiling of his four-poster. He stared like there was something there he was puzzling over, something very mysterious. Maybe he'd figure out what was bothering him in the morning. He sighed, and tried to go to sleep.
Just then, Madam Pomfrey came bustling in.
"Oh dear, you're awake." As she was checking him over, he was trying to ask her questions. She was busy mumbling about Quidditch being dangerous, and 'Dumbledore should know better, constantly putting him in danger like this'. When she finished, Harry noticed the small mound of candy and cards from Ron, Hermione, Ginny of course, and probably Hagrid.
He looked at her. "What happened?"
She looked at him. The same look she gave every time. Like she felt his pain every time he was there. "You had a Quidditch accident, Potter."
~*~
Draco felt odd. He'd felt odd since that Saturday, one week ago. He'd saved Potter's life, and he had wanted to be there when he woke up. He'd made visits to the hospital wing, everyday. He'd even almost run into Potter's friends. Weasley had believed his story, about going towards the Owlery, but Granger had been a little less believing. She seemed to have seen he was going to the hospital wing, but she didn't seem to make a connection. Probably kept her awake at night, not knowing something…
It was late, and Draco could get into serious trouble for this. He was on his way to the hospital wing, to see Harry. Potter, he thought, what have you done to me? He came upon the hospital wing, surprised to see Madam Pomfrey leaving the hospital wing, on her way to her quarters up the hall. Draco slinked in, and stopped dead. Potter was awake, he hadn't seen Draco yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't. Draco turned on his heel and left.
~*~
Harry caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned just in time to see what looked like a cloak sweep around the corner. Who was that? He thought, puzzled. He guessed it was a student ducking in, to hide from Filch most likely. He shrugged, took off his glasses, and settled down to sleep.
The next morning, Harry went to classes. He had a busy Monday of catching up ahead of him. Yippee. He'd missed several important Potions assignments (as Snape put them. Harry didn't think that taking notes was very important), but Hermione was supposed to help him with that. She was also helping with the Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, and History of Magic. He had to settle for Ron's help when it came to Divination. He still didn't know why he didn't drop it like Hermione. It really was a waste of his time.
"Harry!" Ron called, waving him over towards their regular seats at the table. He sat beside Ginny, looking at Ron and Hermione. Hermione kept giving him this odd look. I'll ask Ron about that later. Definitely.
~*~
Draco came in to the Great Hall to see Harry sitting at the table with his friends, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like getting attacked by your archenemy's father is a normal thing here. But more importantly, that meant he hadn't been seen. Good. He took his seat at the Slytherin Table, his eyes never leaving Harry. Potter! He's Potter, not Harry. Potter.
~*~
That night, Harry didn't slept at all. It was horrible. He was lying there, staring at the ceiling of his four-poster. He stared like there was something there he was puzzling over, something very mysterious. Maybe he'd figure out what was bothering him in the morning. He sighed, and tried to go to sleep.