Physical
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I wrote this before anymore reviews came in, I just didn't get the chance to post it until now. Heh... anyway thanks to everyone whose reading, will read, and has already read my fic!
Disclaimer: NOTHING!! You hear that?
Tidbit of Info: I went a little crazy and I have the ten sequels semi planned out? Isn't that crazy? I don't think I will actually write ten more parts to this story, maybe two or three unless you people really like this and want me to just keep on trucking with it all. It might get tiring after a while. But I have a wealth of ideas, so maybe just leave me a note saying if you want lots of these or this one is just enough! Thanks!
Chapter 9 | But You're Too Physical, Physical, Too Me
The day of the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor quidditch match dawned bright and sunny. Draco and Harry were having a little before match snog.
"I would tell you good luck," Draco murmered in between kissing, "But it might come back to haunt me."
"Prefectly reasonable," Harry replied paying paticular attention to Draco's right earlobe, "I wouldn't want you to wish me good luck."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh you know what I mean."
"Well maybe... if you explain it a little more... I might understand better...." Draco said smiling and blushing.
Harry sighed and started to explain it in detail to Draco's left ear.
"Oh... now I get it. Ouch, hey that hurt."
#
Harry made his way back from his room, he had been retrieving his broom, and he bent down to tie one of his shoes. He was in somewhat of a hurry and wasn't really paying attention to anything, least of all his shoe tieing, As he stood up and started to walk down the stairs he felt something tripping him up and realized he was standing on his shoelace.
"I thought I just tied you." He murmered and bent down to tie it again. When he stood up again he felt a sharp jolt in his back, someone pushing him rather harshly, and he felt himself launched down the stairs. He hit the first two shielding his face but he heard a sharp crack and he pulled his arm rather sharply to his stomach cradling it. Somehow he managed to turn himself midair so that he landed on his back instead of his face or arm and when he looked up at the top of the stairs there was a blurry firgure laughing. His glasses lay shattered at his side. Harry winced and tried to move but one of his legs felt very akward and he was in a lot af pain. Something wet slid down his face, blood he assumed. Then his attacker kicked Harry in the side and hit him across his head with the broom handle. As Harry slid into unconciousness he heard the snapping of wood and prayed it wasn't the broom.
#
"Where is Harry?" Ron asked scanning the played who looked very worried.
A small first year ran onto the pitch and almost into McGonagle. She waved her hands frantically and McGonagle sent her off with Pomfrey and then cast a spell so that she could address the crowd.
"Due to unforseen conditions, this match will have to be rescheduled. Please proceed directly to your Common Room and stay there. Anyone caught wandering around will be punished severly."
"Where is Harry?" Ron asked again as he helped Hermione lead the first years back to their dorms.
"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, you are to go to the infirmary immediatly." McGonagle said firmly.
"Yes Professor." Hermione said and grabbed Ron's hand and ran towards the infirmary.
"That damn Harry, if he was going to get into trouble the least he could do is ask me to help."
"Ron I think this is serious."
"Well, obviously! The match was canceled and now we are going to be trapped in the Common Room."
Hermione sighed and opened the door to the infirmary. She gasped. Harry lay on a bed with bandages everywhere.
"What happened?!" Hermione yelled and ran to his side.
Madame Pomfrey gave her a cold look. "A first year found him at the bottom of the stairs with Pansy Parkinson laughing hysterically over him breaking his broom. She confessed to pushing him down the stairs."
Ron clenched his fists, "Is he going to be okay?"
"There are so many bandages." Hermione said looking nervous.
"He should be fine. He has a broken arm, which I've already healed, he popped his kneecap, I suspect come internal bleeding though."
"Can you fix that?"
"Not at this moment. He's weak and needs rest but he isn't in critical condition. When he regains conciousness I will heal him properly."
"I'm going to kill that girl." Ron said cracking his fists.
Hermione touched his arm lightly, "Ron let's just worry about Harry now okay?"
Madame Pompfrey sighed and walked away. Hermione sat in the chair next to Harry's bedside and brushed the hair out of his face.
"Ron do you think we should tell Malfoy?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to."
"Fine," Hermione said angrily, "then I will. You know Ron, one of these days you are going to piss Harry off with all these snide comments and you'll regret it."
"I doubt it."
"Men." Hermione said throwing her arms in the air.
#
"Draco!" Hermione said running the boy down. Luckily no one was near so it didn't look weird for her to be talking to him.
"Granger, nice to see you do know my first name," he replied testily, "Look, I really don't like talking to you and all so could you make this brief Im looking for Potter."
"That's what I'm here about."
"Oh, so... which is it? Do you want me to stop dating him? Or, do you think I'm using him?"
"Neither you idiot, Harry's in the hospital I just thought you should know."
"What?!" Draco yelled glaring at her, "I swear Granger if you are lying I will kill you."
"I wouldn't joke around about something like this especially because you are Harry's boyfriend and he loves you, so I'm telling you so you don't get worried."
"I have to go see him."
Hermione grabbed his arm to hold him back.
"Draco, do you want the whole school to know? You are going to have to give Pompfrey a good reason to let you in the infirmary."
Draco looked at her and nodded, "Well, I think I'll just have to beat myself up."
"That's crazy!"
"Hey, if you're offering to do, go ahead I won't stop you... but it'd be better if I did it to myself."
"Who are you going to blame it on?"
He looked at her in surprise, "Well you of course."
"Come on Draco, they aren't going to believe me if I say I gave you a black eye."
"You are correct mam." He thought for a bit, "I have the perfect idea."
"What--"
"No you'll just find something wrong with it. Come on."
"Why do I have to come?!" Hermione whined.
Draco smiled back at her, "Someone has to find me. You are the perfect candidate." They reached the stairwell leading to the infirmary hallway, "See, you were on your way back from telling everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room which is back that way and you found me and I had slipped on these stairs." And without further explanation, or before Hermione could protest, he launched himself down the stairs. When he slammed into the first couple Hermione gasped and ran down after him. As he hit the bottom with a thud she let out a little shriek and held him up.
"You are a complete idiot." Hermione said shaking, "If Harry ever found out that I let you do this he would kill me."
"Could you hurry up and help me get to the infirmary? I think I sprained my ankle, bit my tounge, and broke my middle finger."
Hermione sighed and helped him up. Feeling slightly foolish as he leaned on her for support.
"Draco you're heavy." She complained.
"Well I'm sure you are no lightweight Granger. Ack! That's my sprained ankle! Granger!!"
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I wrote this before anymore reviews came in, I just didn't get the chance to post it until now. Heh... anyway thanks to everyone whose reading, will read, and has already read my fic!
Disclaimer: NOTHING!! You hear that?
Tidbit of Info: I went a little crazy and I have the ten sequels semi planned out? Isn't that crazy? I don't think I will actually write ten more parts to this story, maybe two or three unless you people really like this and want me to just keep on trucking with it all. It might get tiring after a while. But I have a wealth of ideas, so maybe just leave me a note saying if you want lots of these or this one is just enough! Thanks!
Chapter 9 | But You're Too Physical, Physical, Too Me
The day of the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor quidditch match dawned bright and sunny. Draco and Harry were having a little before match snog.
"I would tell you good luck," Draco murmered in between kissing, "But it might come back to haunt me."
"Prefectly reasonable," Harry replied paying paticular attention to Draco's right earlobe, "I wouldn't want you to wish me good luck."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh you know what I mean."
"Well maybe... if you explain it a little more... I might understand better...." Draco said smiling and blushing.
Harry sighed and started to explain it in detail to Draco's left ear.
"Oh... now I get it. Ouch, hey that hurt."
#
Harry made his way back from his room, he had been retrieving his broom, and he bent down to tie one of his shoes. He was in somewhat of a hurry and wasn't really paying attention to anything, least of all his shoe tieing, As he stood up and started to walk down the stairs he felt something tripping him up and realized he was standing on his shoelace.
"I thought I just tied you." He murmered and bent down to tie it again. When he stood up again he felt a sharp jolt in his back, someone pushing him rather harshly, and he felt himself launched down the stairs. He hit the first two shielding his face but he heard a sharp crack and he pulled his arm rather sharply to his stomach cradling it. Somehow he managed to turn himself midair so that he landed on his back instead of his face or arm and when he looked up at the top of the stairs there was a blurry firgure laughing. His glasses lay shattered at his side. Harry winced and tried to move but one of his legs felt very akward and he was in a lot af pain. Something wet slid down his face, blood he assumed. Then his attacker kicked Harry in the side and hit him across his head with the broom handle. As Harry slid into unconciousness he heard the snapping of wood and prayed it wasn't the broom.
#
"Where is Harry?" Ron asked scanning the played who looked very worried.
A small first year ran onto the pitch and almost into McGonagle. She waved her hands frantically and McGonagle sent her off with Pomfrey and then cast a spell so that she could address the crowd.
"Due to unforseen conditions, this match will have to be rescheduled. Please proceed directly to your Common Room and stay there. Anyone caught wandering around will be punished severly."
"Where is Harry?" Ron asked again as he helped Hermione lead the first years back to their dorms.
"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, you are to go to the infirmary immediatly." McGonagle said firmly.
"Yes Professor." Hermione said and grabbed Ron's hand and ran towards the infirmary.
"That damn Harry, if he was going to get into trouble the least he could do is ask me to help."
"Ron I think this is serious."
"Well, obviously! The match was canceled and now we are going to be trapped in the Common Room."
Hermione sighed and opened the door to the infirmary. She gasped. Harry lay on a bed with bandages everywhere.
"What happened?!" Hermione yelled and ran to his side.
Madame Pomfrey gave her a cold look. "A first year found him at the bottom of the stairs with Pansy Parkinson laughing hysterically over him breaking his broom. She confessed to pushing him down the stairs."
Ron clenched his fists, "Is he going to be okay?"
"There are so many bandages." Hermione said looking nervous.
"He should be fine. He has a broken arm, which I've already healed, he popped his kneecap, I suspect come internal bleeding though."
"Can you fix that?"
"Not at this moment. He's weak and needs rest but he isn't in critical condition. When he regains conciousness I will heal him properly."
"I'm going to kill that girl." Ron said cracking his fists.
Hermione touched his arm lightly, "Ron let's just worry about Harry now okay?"
Madame Pompfrey sighed and walked away. Hermione sat in the chair next to Harry's bedside and brushed the hair out of his face.
"Ron do you think we should tell Malfoy?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to."
"Fine," Hermione said angrily, "then I will. You know Ron, one of these days you are going to piss Harry off with all these snide comments and you'll regret it."
"I doubt it."
"Men." Hermione said throwing her arms in the air.
#
"Draco!" Hermione said running the boy down. Luckily no one was near so it didn't look weird for her to be talking to him.
"Granger, nice to see you do know my first name," he replied testily, "Look, I really don't like talking to you and all so could you make this brief Im looking for Potter."
"That's what I'm here about."
"Oh, so... which is it? Do you want me to stop dating him? Or, do you think I'm using him?"
"Neither you idiot, Harry's in the hospital I just thought you should know."
"What?!" Draco yelled glaring at her, "I swear Granger if you are lying I will kill you."
"I wouldn't joke around about something like this especially because you are Harry's boyfriend and he loves you, so I'm telling you so you don't get worried."
"I have to go see him."
Hermione grabbed his arm to hold him back.
"Draco, do you want the whole school to know? You are going to have to give Pompfrey a good reason to let you in the infirmary."
Draco looked at her and nodded, "Well, I think I'll just have to beat myself up."
"That's crazy!"
"Hey, if you're offering to do, go ahead I won't stop you... but it'd be better if I did it to myself."
"Who are you going to blame it on?"
He looked at her in surprise, "Well you of course."
"Come on Draco, they aren't going to believe me if I say I gave you a black eye."
"You are correct mam." He thought for a bit, "I have the perfect idea."
"What--"
"No you'll just find something wrong with it. Come on."
"Why do I have to come?!" Hermione whined.
Draco smiled back at her, "Someone has to find me. You are the perfect candidate." They reached the stairwell leading to the infirmary hallway, "See, you were on your way back from telling everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room which is back that way and you found me and I had slipped on these stairs." And without further explanation, or before Hermione could protest, he launched himself down the stairs. When he slammed into the first couple Hermione gasped and ran down after him. As he hit the bottom with a thud she let out a little shriek and held him up.
"You are a complete idiot." Hermione said shaking, "If Harry ever found out that I let you do this he would kill me."
"Could you hurry up and help me get to the infirmary? I think I sprained my ankle, bit my tounge, and broke my middle finger."
Hermione sighed and helped him up. Feeling slightly foolish as he leaned on her for support.
"Draco you're heavy." She complained.
"Well I'm sure you are no lightweight Granger. Ack! That's my sprained ankle! Granger!!"