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Chapter 4
It was late that evening as Draco and Blaise started up to the Hospitalwing.
"Do you think Pansy is alright?"
"Probably. I have known her since we were 2 or 3 years old. She always gets well after a short time."
"But she was coughing blood." Blaise was not convinced.
"She'll be alright." Draco looked down at the shorter boy and smiled encouragingly.
The hospitalwing was quiet. Draco knocked at Mdm. Pomfrey's door.
"Yes?"
"Mdm. Pomfrey? Could we see Pansy?"
The door opened and the small mediwitch came outside. "Yes. But only for 10 minutes. It is already late and she needs her rest." She ushered them into the main room. There lying under a crisp whit blanket was Pansy. She looked pale but rested.
"Pansy." Draco simply acknowledged the Slytherin whereas Blaise sat down on her bed, concern in his eyes.
"Hi." Her voice sounded thin, far from her usual strident tones.
"How are you?" Blaise asked quietly.
Draco tuned out Pansy's answer and concentrated on Blaise instead. The darkhaired boy seemed genuinly worried about his housemates condition. This troubled Draco. The boy got to attached to people. It wasn't good for him. Especially not in Slytherin.
They left 15 minutes later after Pomfrey had thrown them out. Heading back to their dorm they ran into the Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Malfoy, Zabini." Marcus Flint acknowleged them and continued on his way towards the Pitch for practice. Terence Higgs on the other hand stopped and turned to the two 1st-years.
"Hey Blaise. Draco, I got a letter from your dad today. Come see me later, will you?"
"Sure. When does practice end?"
"In about an hour."
"See you."
They turned towards the dungeons in silence. Draco strolled through the common room and entered their dorm. It was quiet as the other inhabitants were either eating or downstairs, socializing.
Draco sat down on his bed and watched Blaise take off his robes.
"Blaise?"
"Mmh?" The darkhaired boy turned around to face his friend.
"Come here."
Unsure of himself Blaise walked over and sat.
"Tell me. Why did you get sorted into Slytherin." Draco leaned back and let himself fall onto the bed gracefully.
"I, well. The Sorting Hat wanted me here. I never thought that I'd go into Slytherin. More like Hufflepuff but the Sorting Hat told me that I was made for Slytherin. But you know, I don't think that I belong here. I mean, I have friends and all but, you know, you people are so diferent from me..."
Draco gazed at his friend.
"Don't look at me like that. It makes me nervous."
Draco smiled to himself and sat up. "Blaise, you know what? You're exactly what Slytherin needs." With those words he got up and left the dormitory and a very confused Blaise behind. Out in the hallway he briefly closed his eyes. You're exactly what I need, too. Something bright and innocent in a world of darkness and rage. Draco thought and then proceeded down the stairs to go and wait for Terence.
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Waiting for Terence was something that Draco had done since he was five years old. His friend had always visited Malfoy Manor with fascinating news from Hogwarts. Even when Terence hadn't been in school himself, his brother had been there and there always was much to tell. Draco had enjoyed these evenings more than anything else in his childhood.
Burring his head in a book the blond leaned back on the couch and started reading.
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Upstairs in the first years boy's dorm Blaise was lying on his back thinking of Draco. The blond always seemed so arrogant and cocky on the outside, but it seemed to Blaise as if Draco was hiding his true self away from the world. Deciding to get Draco open up to him the black haired youth rolled off his bed and sauntered over to his desk, ready for homework.
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Chapter 4
It was late that evening as Draco and Blaise started up to the Hospitalwing.
"Do you think Pansy is alright?"
"Probably. I have known her since we were 2 or 3 years old. She always gets well after a short time."
"But she was coughing blood." Blaise was not convinced.
"She'll be alright." Draco looked down at the shorter boy and smiled encouragingly.
The hospitalwing was quiet. Draco knocked at Mdm. Pomfrey's door.
"Yes?"
"Mdm. Pomfrey? Could we see Pansy?"
The door opened and the small mediwitch came outside. "Yes. But only for 10 minutes. It is already late and she needs her rest." She ushered them into the main room. There lying under a crisp whit blanket was Pansy. She looked pale but rested.
"Pansy." Draco simply acknowledged the Slytherin whereas Blaise sat down on her bed, concern in his eyes.
"Hi." Her voice sounded thin, far from her usual strident tones.
"How are you?" Blaise asked quietly.
Draco tuned out Pansy's answer and concentrated on Blaise instead. The darkhaired boy seemed genuinly worried about his housemates condition. This troubled Draco. The boy got to attached to people. It wasn't good for him. Especially not in Slytherin.
They left 15 minutes later after Pomfrey had thrown them out. Heading back to their dorm they ran into the Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Malfoy, Zabini." Marcus Flint acknowleged them and continued on his way towards the Pitch for practice. Terence Higgs on the other hand stopped and turned to the two 1st-years.
"Hey Blaise. Draco, I got a letter from your dad today. Come see me later, will you?"
"Sure. When does practice end?"
"In about an hour."
"See you."
They turned towards the dungeons in silence. Draco strolled through the common room and entered their dorm. It was quiet as the other inhabitants were either eating or downstairs, socializing.
Draco sat down on his bed and watched Blaise take off his robes.
"Blaise?"
"Mmh?" The darkhaired boy turned around to face his friend.
"Come here."
Unsure of himself Blaise walked over and sat.
"Tell me. Why did you get sorted into Slytherin." Draco leaned back and let himself fall onto the bed gracefully.
"I, well. The Sorting Hat wanted me here. I never thought that I'd go into Slytherin. More like Hufflepuff but the Sorting Hat told me that I was made for Slytherin. But you know, I don't think that I belong here. I mean, I have friends and all but, you know, you people are so diferent from me..."
Draco gazed at his friend.
"Don't look at me like that. It makes me nervous."
Draco smiled to himself and sat up. "Blaise, you know what? You're exactly what Slytherin needs." With those words he got up and left the dormitory and a very confused Blaise behind. Out in the hallway he briefly closed his eyes. You're exactly what I need, too. Something bright and innocent in a world of darkness and rage. Draco thought and then proceeded down the stairs to go and wait for Terence.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°
Waiting for Terence was something that Draco had done since he was five years old. His friend had always visited Malfoy Manor with fascinating news from Hogwarts. Even when Terence hadn't been in school himself, his brother had been there and there always was much to tell. Draco had enjoyed these evenings more than anything else in his childhood.
Burring his head in a book the blond leaned back on the couch and started reading.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°
Upstairs in the first years boy's dorm Blaise was lying on his back thinking of Draco. The blond always seemed so arrogant and cocky on the outside, but it seemed to Blaise as if Draco was hiding his true self away from the world. Deciding to get Draco open up to him the black haired youth rolled off his bed and sauntered over to his desk, ready for homework.
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read and review. merci. Uhm. yes. whatever.