Kal lied in her bed moaning at the pain in her arm. Harry tried to
ignore the feeling in his arm as well. At least his ankle was better.
Kal's ankle healed rather instantly after Harry feel and broke is arm.
Someone came through the door. Both Harry and Kal turned to see who it was, without hurting their arms. It was Ron and Hermione. They had come back from dinner.
"Uh, it's you!" Kal said to Hermione. "I was hoping it would be the nurse with some pain meds." Hermione just clenched her fists at her sides, and walked past Kal's bed.
Hermione pulled out Kal's book. Kal didn't know because a curtain divided their beds. She opened it to the page with freaky fairy picture on it. She pointed to it, then to Kal, then to Harry. Harry thought for a moment. Then he knew what she meant. Kal was transferred her pain and injury to Harry, like the Brecklan was in the picture. Even thought neither of them could read the text underneath the picture, whatever Kal did, it matched the illustration.
A few minutes later, Malfoy walked in. They couldn't see, but they hear them engage in a couple passionate kisses. Harry's stomach churned. "Draco, could you please do me a favor?" Kal asked, to Harry's surprise, non lovesick manner.
"Depends on what it is."
"Could you quickly go get my Motrin from my bedside table?"
"Of course not! By the time I got back visiting hours would be over. And plus you don't expect me to go into the girls' dormitories?"
"Please? I really need it. Anyways, you'll see tomorrow morning." Malfoy got up and left reluctantly.
"That was rude," Hermione said, hoping Kal didn't hear.
"Tell me about it," Kal added. Hermione got up and looked around the curtain.
"You think so too?"
"No duh!"
"Then. why? Why are you so nice to him?"
"Because I have to."
"You don't have to be nice to him."
"What would you know?" Hermione shrugged. She wasn't about to get into another fight with Kal. Madame Pomfrey came in to shoo them away, because visiting hours were over.
"He's not coming back is he?" asked Kal.
"Apparently not."
"Didn't think so. Oh well, guess I coulda done this in the first place." Harry could hear her shuffling for something, with a few moans of pain here and there. "Accio ibuprofen." Within seconds, Kal was rattling a bottle of pills. She must've taken them with the leftover pumpkin juice Madame Pomfrey served, because gagged on it.
"I take it you don't like pumpkin juice very much."
"I don't get it! V8 juice is bad enough; but why do they need to make another juice from a vegetable?" Harry let out a small chuckle. In a way she was right, but he loved pumpkin juice.
"Would you like some?"
"Some what?"
"Some ibuprofen."
"Oh, uh sure. Why not?" Kal used a levitating charm and sent the bottle over to Harry. "Thanks. How many do I take?"
"Three." Harry took the medicine without hesitation; he'd take anything that would stop the unceasing stabbing in his arm.
"So," Kal started out of the blue. "While we wait for it to kick in, we might as well do something to keep our minds off our arms." Harry couldn't think of much you could do in a bed and with one arm. "Can I ask you a somewhat personal question?"
What!?!?! Harry thought, but instead he said, "Sure."
"Have you ever liked or disliked someone because you had too?"
"No, I don't think so."
"I figured. Your already famous, popularity isn't an issue for you." Kal sounded a little upset.
"Well, there is someone I probably will never get the chance to know any better." Harry listened for a second. "See, I was in the Tri-wizard Tournament two years ago, but I wasn't supposed to be. I was another champion for Hogwarts along with Cedric Diggory. We were competing against each other, and helping each other at the time. But Voldemort got involved, and killed Cedric. Cho, the girl that I really liked, was a very close friend of his. I knew that I couldn't become closer friends with her, because there was little suspicion that I killed Cedric. So that's my story."
Harry could hear Kal sniffling. "And I though my life was messed up! I think it's happening again. I only dated Chris because I wanted social status. Not only that, but I was so cruel to those who different cliques."
Harry was kind of surprised to hear that about Kal. She continued talking about what her life was like before she started high school. She was a geek, no one really paid much attention to her, or even knew she existed. She was just that one girl who aced all her classes. When her father gave her credit card and told her update her look to get ready for high school. She never went into too much detail about what she splurged on; she just said that she went nuts. She even had to use magic to keep up the "new Kal."
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!
Someone came through the door. Both Harry and Kal turned to see who it was, without hurting their arms. It was Ron and Hermione. They had come back from dinner.
"Uh, it's you!" Kal said to Hermione. "I was hoping it would be the nurse with some pain meds." Hermione just clenched her fists at her sides, and walked past Kal's bed.
Hermione pulled out Kal's book. Kal didn't know because a curtain divided their beds. She opened it to the page with freaky fairy picture on it. She pointed to it, then to Kal, then to Harry. Harry thought for a moment. Then he knew what she meant. Kal was transferred her pain and injury to Harry, like the Brecklan was in the picture. Even thought neither of them could read the text underneath the picture, whatever Kal did, it matched the illustration.
A few minutes later, Malfoy walked in. They couldn't see, but they hear them engage in a couple passionate kisses. Harry's stomach churned. "Draco, could you please do me a favor?" Kal asked, to Harry's surprise, non lovesick manner.
"Depends on what it is."
"Could you quickly go get my Motrin from my bedside table?"
"Of course not! By the time I got back visiting hours would be over. And plus you don't expect me to go into the girls' dormitories?"
"Please? I really need it. Anyways, you'll see tomorrow morning." Malfoy got up and left reluctantly.
"That was rude," Hermione said, hoping Kal didn't hear.
"Tell me about it," Kal added. Hermione got up and looked around the curtain.
"You think so too?"
"No duh!"
"Then. why? Why are you so nice to him?"
"Because I have to."
"You don't have to be nice to him."
"What would you know?" Hermione shrugged. She wasn't about to get into another fight with Kal. Madame Pomfrey came in to shoo them away, because visiting hours were over.
"He's not coming back is he?" asked Kal.
"Apparently not."
"Didn't think so. Oh well, guess I coulda done this in the first place." Harry could hear her shuffling for something, with a few moans of pain here and there. "Accio ibuprofen." Within seconds, Kal was rattling a bottle of pills. She must've taken them with the leftover pumpkin juice Madame Pomfrey served, because gagged on it.
"I take it you don't like pumpkin juice very much."
"I don't get it! V8 juice is bad enough; but why do they need to make another juice from a vegetable?" Harry let out a small chuckle. In a way she was right, but he loved pumpkin juice.
"Would you like some?"
"Some what?"
"Some ibuprofen."
"Oh, uh sure. Why not?" Kal used a levitating charm and sent the bottle over to Harry. "Thanks. How many do I take?"
"Three." Harry took the medicine without hesitation; he'd take anything that would stop the unceasing stabbing in his arm.
"So," Kal started out of the blue. "While we wait for it to kick in, we might as well do something to keep our minds off our arms." Harry couldn't think of much you could do in a bed and with one arm. "Can I ask you a somewhat personal question?"
What!?!?! Harry thought, but instead he said, "Sure."
"Have you ever liked or disliked someone because you had too?"
"No, I don't think so."
"I figured. Your already famous, popularity isn't an issue for you." Kal sounded a little upset.
"Well, there is someone I probably will never get the chance to know any better." Harry listened for a second. "See, I was in the Tri-wizard Tournament two years ago, but I wasn't supposed to be. I was another champion for Hogwarts along with Cedric Diggory. We were competing against each other, and helping each other at the time. But Voldemort got involved, and killed Cedric. Cho, the girl that I really liked, was a very close friend of his. I knew that I couldn't become closer friends with her, because there was little suspicion that I killed Cedric. So that's my story."
Harry could hear Kal sniffling. "And I though my life was messed up! I think it's happening again. I only dated Chris because I wanted social status. Not only that, but I was so cruel to those who different cliques."
Harry was kind of surprised to hear that about Kal. She continued talking about what her life was like before she started high school. She was a geek, no one really paid much attention to her, or even knew she existed. She was just that one girl who aced all her classes. When her father gave her credit card and told her update her look to get ready for high school. She never went into too much detail about what she splurged on; she just said that she went nuts. She even had to use magic to keep up the "new Kal."
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!