AN: I haven't worked on this fic for a bit, my muse has been aggravatingly
absent. So, don't complain if it isn't my best chapter ever.
Chapter 8
Draco stood frozen in place, stunned. The first true love of his life had just walked out on him. Because of a rumor. 'I love you!' He screamed over and over in his head. But no words came out of his mouth.
Ten minutes later, Snape stormed into the room.
"Malfoy, you were supposed to be in class over fifteen minutes ago! What has happened here?"
"Po...Harry...Professor..." Malfoy was mumbling incoherently, Snape couldn't make out more than 'Harry' and 'Professor'.
Snape put his arm around his second favorite student, and guided him towards the Hospital Wing. "Shhh, Malfoy. Shhh. I'll take care of you, don't worry. We're going to take you to the Hospital Wing. Shhh now. Shhh."
*~*Time Jump*~*
"Good, you're awake." Draco felt like he was rising.
'Rising from what? To where?'
A voice answered from the depths of his own mind. He recognized it as that of Harry. 'From a catatonic state. Towards life.'
'Catatonic state? How did I get in one of those?'
This time, Snape's voice answered him. But it was different from the Potions Master's usual voice. It was soft. It was caring.
'Draco, Harry betrayed you. He hates you, because he thinks you were using him.'
'But I wasn't!'
'I know, Draco. I know.' As Snape's voice comforted Draco, he felt a strange affection grow over him. He realized he was attracted towards his House Head in a way that once was the way he had felt for Harry.
"Draco Malfoy! Open your eyes and drink your potion! I know you're in there!" Draco's eyes were pulled open by Madam Pomfrey's prying fingers. "Ah! There you are! Now then, drink up!" And she thrust a steaming, bubbling potion into Malfoy's numb hands.
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey. How did I get here?"
Madam Pomfrey sighed like she had explained this a thousand times to him already. "You were found in an old room, Mister Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey sounded like she was talking to a child. "Professor Snape was kind enough to guide you to the Hospital Wing, where I have treated you for four days."
"Four days?! I've been here for four days?!"
"Did I stutter, Mister Malfoy?"
"What about my classes? I've missed so much!"
"Now, they have given you written work to do while you stay in the Hospital Wing for examination."
"I have to stay here?" Madam Pomfrey nodded. "For how long?!"
"Until I say you can go. No more arguing, Mister Malfoy, I fully expect your work to be done by the end of tonight. I think it is best to start working on it right away." She motioned towards his bedside table. On it was a stack of parchments and books, towering at least three feet high. "Now then, good day, Mister Malfoy."
"Yes Madam Pomfrey..."
*~*End...For Now*~*
AN: Due to certain friends telling me what they use the names Harry, Ron and Draco for, I cannot write said names without physical pain. Thus, until I can get over this trauma, I will not be continuing this fan fiction. Sorry.
Chapter 8
Draco stood frozen in place, stunned. The first true love of his life had just walked out on him. Because of a rumor. 'I love you!' He screamed over and over in his head. But no words came out of his mouth.
Ten minutes later, Snape stormed into the room.
"Malfoy, you were supposed to be in class over fifteen minutes ago! What has happened here?"
"Po...Harry...Professor..." Malfoy was mumbling incoherently, Snape couldn't make out more than 'Harry' and 'Professor'.
Snape put his arm around his second favorite student, and guided him towards the Hospital Wing. "Shhh, Malfoy. Shhh. I'll take care of you, don't worry. We're going to take you to the Hospital Wing. Shhh now. Shhh."
*~*Time Jump*~*
"Good, you're awake." Draco felt like he was rising.
'Rising from what? To where?'
A voice answered from the depths of his own mind. He recognized it as that of Harry. 'From a catatonic state. Towards life.'
'Catatonic state? How did I get in one of those?'
This time, Snape's voice answered him. But it was different from the Potions Master's usual voice. It was soft. It was caring.
'Draco, Harry betrayed you. He hates you, because he thinks you were using him.'
'But I wasn't!'
'I know, Draco. I know.' As Snape's voice comforted Draco, he felt a strange affection grow over him. He realized he was attracted towards his House Head in a way that once was the way he had felt for Harry.
"Draco Malfoy! Open your eyes and drink your potion! I know you're in there!" Draco's eyes were pulled open by Madam Pomfrey's prying fingers. "Ah! There you are! Now then, drink up!" And she thrust a steaming, bubbling potion into Malfoy's numb hands.
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey. How did I get here?"
Madam Pomfrey sighed like she had explained this a thousand times to him already. "You were found in an old room, Mister Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey sounded like she was talking to a child. "Professor Snape was kind enough to guide you to the Hospital Wing, where I have treated you for four days."
"Four days?! I've been here for four days?!"
"Did I stutter, Mister Malfoy?"
"What about my classes? I've missed so much!"
"Now, they have given you written work to do while you stay in the Hospital Wing for examination."
"I have to stay here?" Madam Pomfrey nodded. "For how long?!"
"Until I say you can go. No more arguing, Mister Malfoy, I fully expect your work to be done by the end of tonight. I think it is best to start working on it right away." She motioned towards his bedside table. On it was a stack of parchments and books, towering at least three feet high. "Now then, good day, Mister Malfoy."
"Yes Madam Pomfrey..."
*~*End...For Now*~*
AN: Due to certain friends telling me what they use the names Harry, Ron and Draco for, I cannot write said names without physical pain. Thus, until I can get over this trauma, I will not be continuing this fan fiction. Sorry.