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"Is he alright, Poppy?"
"Yes, I do think so. For this time, I could do with a recover-potion, so all the bruises and wounds have healed over the night. But this is going this way since the start of term. This isn't the first time he's appearing in the hospital wing. It's already kind of ritual. I don't reckon the boy can stand this any longer. But he doesn't do anything against it. He doesn't tell any teacher, or the headmaster. Professor, could you talk to him?"
"I'll try, Poppy, but I can't promise you anything."
Snape stepped towards the bed where Draco lay. He was abnormal pale, but looked healthy besides this.
"Mr Malfoy?"
Draco moaned. He slowly opened his eyes to look at Professor Snape.
"How are you feeling?"
"fucked up," Draco answered tired. As Snape frowned, he added: "Why am I here?"
"I thought, it's because of the endless wounds and contusions you've suffered. Is there any other reason you should be here?", Snape looked enquiring.
"No, it's just… What happened? I wanted to go to the dungeons, but then everything blurred…"
"Yes, you have been found by a student, she brought you up here."
"Have I? Er.. who?"
"I don't know, Mr. Malfoy, and I don't think it matters very much. I have to talk to you."
"What's the matter, professor?"
"As Madam Pomfrey has told me, you were here a lot of times now, because of several injuries. Why haven't you told me you've been attacked?"
"Professor-"
"And don't tell me, it wouldn't be this bad! I know this. I know, how you feel!"
"No, you don't understand this. No one understands how I feel now. You don't know how it feels to be beaten up by everyone."
"So, I don't? So, tell me then, how does it feels?", in Snapes eyes shone something bitter.
Draco felt silent. He didn't want to explain his feelings. This teacher didn't know anything! This was none of his business! But somehow he need to talk to someone.
"Ok, Mr Malfoy. I don't want you to tell me this. You may think, it's nothing to me. But maybe you should just…let it out. But I understand you don't want to tell it you teacher. But it gets worse if you keep it inside."
Draco remained silent. He was surprised that Snape reacted so … understanding.
"But I'll keep an eye on you, Draco. And…", snape hesitated. "if you need anything, you can come to me every time, right?"
"Thank you."
Snape left. He had to do a lot of things. But he couldn't forget the events of the afternoon. This couldn't be, could it? He stood thoughtfully at the door and then Madam Pomfrey talked to him.
"Do you need something, Professor?", she asked politely at the look of his face.
"No, Poppy, thank you. But-", he just needed to know, one thing… "who brought Mr Malfoy up here, can you tell me?"
"Of course. Miss Granger found him lying on the floor, and she let him fly here."
Snapes stomach clenched. Granger…
Severus sat in his chair, trying to correct the first years potions. But he found himself thinkin about Draco. It was surreal, yes, but it couldn't be fortuity. The curses… exactly the same at that time. And Draco was also a traitor. But that was a fact, he couldn't change this. But what was it with this Mudblood, Granger?
It was her who brought him up to the hospital wing, as he fainted. It was her…
He let himself fell into the chair and closed his eyes. The memories of that day were as clear as if it would've been yesterday. But this happened a long time ago. Why should he warm up this old stuff.
But if it was her, who brought him up there… hadn't she said, she would never help him again?
Why had she done this? Maybe she …
'NO! Don't!', screamed a voice in his head, 'don't imagine this! This isn't good. Don't think about this. Forget it. These times have passed. This is over. Don't do this to yourself. It will hurt.'
But he couldn't help but think about it. What if Draco would not have called Hermione a mudblood? And what if Snape would not have called …
"NO!" he yelled through his empty office. The shout echoed from wall to wall.
"I'm wrong. She would never… she couldn't… no, that's just an illusion…", he muttered, while searching in his drawer for something.
He finally found it, and looked at it. It was an old picture of the ones, who got "outstanding" in the Defence Against the Dark Arts OWLs. There were Potter and Lupin, and some other Gryffindors. Nearly every one of the Ravenclaw grade, and a handful hufflepuffs. There weren't many slytherins, they're not so good at defending the dark arts. He were nearly the only one.
And then he saw her. On the border of the group stood a beautiful young girl, with dark thick red hair and green eyes.
"Lily Evans…" he whispered, as he stroked softly over the Photographie.
N/A: So, this would be cleared. Because I don't like this and the previous chapters, I'll write another tonight.
But I just need things clear.
