Now he was in the hospital wing after Severus had insisted in sending him there
because, according to him, it'll help him to recover faster.
The ward was deserted except for him. A little light was coming from Pomfrey's
office, where the nurse was still working on some new curses.
The normally white walls were now a dark shade of grey, and Draco was thankful
for that. Darkness had always been present in his life, and he felt rather
empty without it. He tried to sleep a little with no result.
Half an hour later, Madame Pomfrey came with a steaming silver goblet and
forced him to drink it. In a few minutes, the sleeping draught caused the
desired effect.
It wasn't until 10:30 a.m on Sunday when Draco awoke feeling exhausted. He
heard a knock on the door and identified the sound as the one that had ended
his peaceful sleep.
The school nurse went to see who was disturbing his patient, ready to lecture
him/her about visiting hours, but as soon as she saw Harry Potter leaning on
the doorframe, she forgot about her previous intentions.
"Good morning Madame Pomfrey, can I see how Draco's doing?" asked a very polite
Harry. He knew that it was still too early for visits, but he could try.
The nurse hesitate a moment before grunting a quick yes to the boy.
**Teenagers**
she thought, a smile playing on her face.
Harry was a little bit nervous about seeing Draco now that he knew THAT. He
couldn't even dare to pronounce what his friend felt for him, and he tried to
forget about it. He knew where he'd find Draco beforehand. The infirmary had
become his second most visited place of the school after the Great Hall. He had
been there countless times since he was a little first year until then,
fortunately without carrying a life-threatening injury.
After passing a few more beds and medicine cabinets, he saw him. His blond hair
was glinting with the light that entered through the window. He had his eyes
opened and was staring at the ceiling lost in his thoughts because he didn't
even acknowledged his presence.
Harry took a a few steps and stopped.
"Good morning Drake! Trying to get more chocolate for free?" asked the boy with
a teasing tone.
"Oh yes. You caught me! But don't say anything to Pomfrey or she'll kick me
out!" replied Draco after a slight pause where he tried to recover from the
shock of seeing Harry there.
Both boys laughed a little at their usual bantering, and without knowing, were
thinking the same: ** I'm glad eveything's all right after all that has
happened.**
"How did you know I was here?" Draco was now leaning comfortably on the bed's
headboard.
"Well I went to the Great Hall to have breakfast and didn't see you there. It
seemed suspicious as you're an early riser, so I decided to ask the only
Slytherin that was in the room. He told me you were here" finished saying the
raven-haired boy.
"And who was this misterious Slytherin?" asked Draco curiously. He had no idea
of who could have known where he was staying. The only ones that were aware of
this were Madame Pomfrey, himself and...
"It was Professor Snape. Surprisingly he didn't insult me today. He only
answered my question and continued eating." said the Gryffindor.
"Oh, well thanks for coming. I've just woken up and I was beginning to get
bored. Maybe we can play some chess. What do you think?" suggested Draco,
pleased with Harry's good mood. The Gryffindor was obviously a good friend, and
that's all he will be for now. His needs would have to wait.
"It's ok with me. I'm going to fetch Ron's chessboard from the dorm. I'll be
back in ten minutes ok?" said Harry who was starting to leave the room.
"Fine I'll be waiting" replied Draco to the other boy.
The silver-eyed Slytherin was thinking about his upcoming chess game checking
all his strategies whne he heard a voice he recognised well. He was afraid of
him, totally terrified.:
**What's he doing here?** he thought.
But his question was answered soon.
A tall blond-haired man was entering the room where Draco was staying. His
aristocratic appearance only enhanced his handsome looks. His silvery eyes were
sparkling darkly and a wicked grin was adorning his pale pointed face. He sat
on the chair next to the bed and greeted his son:
"Good morning Dragon. How are you feeling?" asked Lucius Malfoy not even trying
to fake some concern.
"Fine, father." was Draco's short answer.
"I came here as soon as your house mates informed me of your... situation."
said the pale man, who was examining his fingernails.
"Thank you father. But don't you have more important affairs that need your
attention?" Draco was dreading his father's reply.
"You know the well-fare of my heir is the only thing that matters to me."
replied the older Malfoy.
"That's why
I've decided to take you home with me. There you'll be able to recover more
comfortably. There're a few things we have to take care of." added the man.
"But father, I'm fine, and I don't want to lose any classes!" exclaimed the boy
desperately. He knew what would happen if he went home and he didn't want that
happening to him.
"The decision is already made, my Dragon. The house elves are carrying you
things to the carriage.- was Lucius' cold response. "We should go now, your
mother will be concerned if we don't."
"Ok father." said a defeated Draco. There was nothing that could save him now.
Only a miracle and he didn't have that.
At the same moment, an angry Severus Snape opened the door with a loud bang and
looked suspiciously at the blond man.
"What are you doing here Lucius?" asked the Potion's master with a menacing
tone.
"I'm leaving with my son. He'll be better at home We've already talked with an
excellent mediwizard that'll help him." replied the man."Narcissa is very
frightened, and she also wants to see her little Dragon.
The blond boy was looking hopefully at his godfather. He knew that if anyone
could help him was Severus Snape. But he was also aware of his father's power,
and if he had decided something, none would be able to change his opinion.
"But you know that Pomfrey can do the job perfectly. Narcissa can come and
visit him here." suggested Snape.
"No, Severus. It's getting late" said Lucius impatiently. "Come on Draco, we'll
get going." he stood up and with a fast movement he and his son where out of
the room. The Potion's professor saw the gleam of hope disappear from his
godson's silvery eyes. He had failed him.
A couple of minutes after, Madame Pomfrey heard a loud explosion. When she
entered the room, she saw a fuming Severus Snape, wand gripped tightly in his
hand glaring at the door hatefully. His eyes were sparkling with fury and
powerful magic radiated from his body. Tiny jolts of electricity floted in the
air.
Then, they both turned their heads at the sound of a new set of footsteps.
Pointing his wand at the entrance, the dark-haired man demanded: "Show
yourself!"
A clueless Harry Potter appeared in front of the man, carrying a big chessboard
with him. He looked around the room and, when he didn't spotted his friend he
asked:
"Where's Draco?"
"Lucius came and took him." answered Snape still very mad.
"But where are they? Why did he come?" Harry couldn't believe what was hearing.
Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eater and Voldemort's right hand had Draco.
"They went to Malfoy Manor. He said that he wanted Draco to recover at home,
the bastard. I know what he really wants." added the man.
Harry knew what was going to happen too. The thing Draco had been fighting so
hard, was going to take place. They had to do something, anything to save him.
But what? He asked that same thing to the Potion's master.
"Nothing. We can only wait."