Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter but I do own the
characters that are here but not in the Harry Potter series.
A.N.- in this chapter you will get a glimpse of Hawk's really nature/personality and a bit about her background.
Chapter 8: The Switch
"Okay, we have a Head and Prefect meeting at eight on Monday before classes start so I think we better get some sleep before we all fall asleep here. Tomorrow is Sunday so all we have to do is keep the peace at night and have fun the rest of the day," said Hermione after she read a note from Professor McGonagall.
"Who put you in charge Mudblood?" asked an annoyed Draco. He got a couple of glares from Harry and Hawk. Harry was throwing dagger though when Hawk was just glaring like she was about to put the killing curse on him.
"Well, I was just, it was just a suggestion not an order. I was just voicing my opinion, Draco," Hermione defended.
"Yeah, whatever, I'm going to bed," said Draco as he started up the stairs to the Head Boy room with Harry on his heals mumbling a good night to the girls.
"Hermione, don't let that jerk get you down. He is just jealous that he has to share a Head title with three Gryffindors and he has to share the Head Boy title with the famous Harry Potter. He is just scared that a Malfoy may become a footnote to a Gryfindor much less three. Don't let him get to you," said Hawk in an attempt to cheer her best friend up. "And next time he tries to hurt you in anyway, mentally or psychically, I'll personally give him a piece of my mind. Although it will be in the form of my fist but.." Hawk didn't finish because she was cut off by a thump and a crash from the Head Boy's room. The girls just look at each other and ran up the stairs to Harry and Draco's room. When they got there they found Harry and Draco on the ground at each other's throats. Draco had blood coming down his face from a gash on his forehead and Harry (no longer needing his glasses thanks to his contacts) had what would be a black eye and a little cut by his lip. Draco was the worst off because he still had a bit of the vase that he crashed into after Harry punched him still in his gash on his forehead that was running down the side of his face as well. He was losing a lot of blood and looked like he was to pass out from the loss of blood.
Hawk immediately acted and grabbed Harry and used most of her strength from being a Quidditch player on the Gryffindor team to hold him away from Draco and it took Hermione's sad face to calm him down.
"Harry what are you doing?" yelled Hermione becoming frantic.
"I was just, I was, I don't know Hermione. I just didn't want him to hurt you in anyway so I guess I was trying to defend you," said Harry lowering his head in shame. Hawk let him go and went over to Hermione.
"Hermione, I think we better separate these two for tonight so that there will be no more.incidents," concluded Hawk her voice lowering into a monotone pattern that she only used when she was either very serious or just very mad.
"I agree, how about you and Harry switch for the night? That will put you in here with Draco and me with Harry in our room. This way we can guarantee that there will be no more out burst," said Hermione her eyes glancing from Harry to Draco who was now whipping blood from his eyes and looking a little unsteady.
"No problem, this way I can clean up the worst of the damage. You two go ahead so that I can help Draco with his wound," said Hawk as a little feeling came back to her voice as she said Draco's name. At the suggest from Hawk, Hermione lead Harry out of the Head Boy's room and to the Head Girl's room. Hawk went over to Draco and tried to lead him to the bed but when she touched his arm he pulled away.
"Don't touch me! I don't need any help!" yelled Draco as he nearly fainted but when he fell Hawk caught him and dragged him to the bed.
"Well, okay I do need help but not from you!" said Draco admitting his need then getting defensive again. She just left him and went to the vase that had shattered on the floor and started to pick it up.
"Look Draco, you need help for that gash or you will truly faint. I'm the only one that can help you. With that piece still in there you are going to risk infection," said Hawk only turning around from her work at the end.
"What is wrong with that just use a simple healing spell and all is well," said Draco and to prove his point he moved for his wand but was stopped by Hawk grabbing his arm when he was about to do the spell. What surprised him the most was that Hawk had a strange look on her face. It was one of determination, surprise, fright, relief, and another feeling he could not pinpoint.
"What is with you Flamer? Why are you acting like this?" asked Draco putting the look he just witnessed from the infamous "Emotionless Hawk Flamer" and went back to what had just happened.
"Oh so you do what a that vase piece locked under your skin permanently that can never be removed no matter what, my bad. I'm sorry go ahead then," said Hawk sarcasm dripping off her words but there was something else that was one part of her statement. Again Draco couldn't pinpoint it but he thought it was worry or something like it.
"Fine, do you know another way to heal this up?" asked Draco as he put up his wand and Hawk went back to picking up the glass from the vase.
"Why yes I do, two ways actually. One way would be very painful because I would put a charm on this broken glass vase and they all reform and the one in your head shoots out to recreate the vase or a much less painful way which would be for me to remove it by hand. Then I would need to tap up you head but you couldn't go to the nurse until late tomorrow evening, so which would you prefer?" said Hawk as she took out her wand just in case he would prefer the former over the latter.
"Whoa what don't do anything yet I would prefer the less painful way," said Draco standing up his hands up in defense but he got a wave of dizziness and fell down on the floor. Hawk hurried over to him with worry covering her features.
"Draco, are you okay? Oh come on, say something!" yelled a frantic Hawk.
"Hey take it easy, I'm okay. Don't worry your pretty little head, I'm fine," said Draco as he sat up and leaned against the bed in obvious pain.
"Did you just call my head pretty?" asked Hawk as she started her work on Draco's head.
"Yeah, I wouldn't call any head that belonged to any Gryffindor girl unless she was a Pureblood," said Draco leaning his head back on the bed just letting Hawk do her job thinking her would owe her after this.
"That's really nice Draco but I'm not a Pureblood I'm a Mudblood," said Hawk only moving her eyes from his gash to look into his eyes. Draco moved his head away from her hands now covered in his blood.
"You're a Mudblood!" said a surprise Draco Malfoy.
"Yes I'm a Mudblood," said Hawk as she got up and sat on the bed cross- legged. Draco stood up and sat by her.
"How?"
"I'll tell you only if you let me tend your wound before you get an infection," said Hawk who had reverted to her infamous poker face that went with her dubbed name.
"Okay, deal," said Draco. He moved to where she could reach his wound. Hawk moved so she could continue her work and braced herself for the story she was about to tell, the tragic story about her life.
A.N.- in this chapter you will get a glimpse of Hawk's really nature/personality and a bit about her background.
Chapter 8: The Switch
"Okay, we have a Head and Prefect meeting at eight on Monday before classes start so I think we better get some sleep before we all fall asleep here. Tomorrow is Sunday so all we have to do is keep the peace at night and have fun the rest of the day," said Hermione after she read a note from Professor McGonagall.
"Who put you in charge Mudblood?" asked an annoyed Draco. He got a couple of glares from Harry and Hawk. Harry was throwing dagger though when Hawk was just glaring like she was about to put the killing curse on him.
"Well, I was just, it was just a suggestion not an order. I was just voicing my opinion, Draco," Hermione defended.
"Yeah, whatever, I'm going to bed," said Draco as he started up the stairs to the Head Boy room with Harry on his heals mumbling a good night to the girls.
"Hermione, don't let that jerk get you down. He is just jealous that he has to share a Head title with three Gryffindors and he has to share the Head Boy title with the famous Harry Potter. He is just scared that a Malfoy may become a footnote to a Gryfindor much less three. Don't let him get to you," said Hawk in an attempt to cheer her best friend up. "And next time he tries to hurt you in anyway, mentally or psychically, I'll personally give him a piece of my mind. Although it will be in the form of my fist but.." Hawk didn't finish because she was cut off by a thump and a crash from the Head Boy's room. The girls just look at each other and ran up the stairs to Harry and Draco's room. When they got there they found Harry and Draco on the ground at each other's throats. Draco had blood coming down his face from a gash on his forehead and Harry (no longer needing his glasses thanks to his contacts) had what would be a black eye and a little cut by his lip. Draco was the worst off because he still had a bit of the vase that he crashed into after Harry punched him still in his gash on his forehead that was running down the side of his face as well. He was losing a lot of blood and looked like he was to pass out from the loss of blood.
Hawk immediately acted and grabbed Harry and used most of her strength from being a Quidditch player on the Gryffindor team to hold him away from Draco and it took Hermione's sad face to calm him down.
"Harry what are you doing?" yelled Hermione becoming frantic.
"I was just, I was, I don't know Hermione. I just didn't want him to hurt you in anyway so I guess I was trying to defend you," said Harry lowering his head in shame. Hawk let him go and went over to Hermione.
"Hermione, I think we better separate these two for tonight so that there will be no more.incidents," concluded Hawk her voice lowering into a monotone pattern that she only used when she was either very serious or just very mad.
"I agree, how about you and Harry switch for the night? That will put you in here with Draco and me with Harry in our room. This way we can guarantee that there will be no more out burst," said Hermione her eyes glancing from Harry to Draco who was now whipping blood from his eyes and looking a little unsteady.
"No problem, this way I can clean up the worst of the damage. You two go ahead so that I can help Draco with his wound," said Hawk as a little feeling came back to her voice as she said Draco's name. At the suggest from Hawk, Hermione lead Harry out of the Head Boy's room and to the Head Girl's room. Hawk went over to Draco and tried to lead him to the bed but when she touched his arm he pulled away.
"Don't touch me! I don't need any help!" yelled Draco as he nearly fainted but when he fell Hawk caught him and dragged him to the bed.
"Well, okay I do need help but not from you!" said Draco admitting his need then getting defensive again. She just left him and went to the vase that had shattered on the floor and started to pick it up.
"Look Draco, you need help for that gash or you will truly faint. I'm the only one that can help you. With that piece still in there you are going to risk infection," said Hawk only turning around from her work at the end.
"What is wrong with that just use a simple healing spell and all is well," said Draco and to prove his point he moved for his wand but was stopped by Hawk grabbing his arm when he was about to do the spell. What surprised him the most was that Hawk had a strange look on her face. It was one of determination, surprise, fright, relief, and another feeling he could not pinpoint.
"What is with you Flamer? Why are you acting like this?" asked Draco putting the look he just witnessed from the infamous "Emotionless Hawk Flamer" and went back to what had just happened.
"Oh so you do what a that vase piece locked under your skin permanently that can never be removed no matter what, my bad. I'm sorry go ahead then," said Hawk sarcasm dripping off her words but there was something else that was one part of her statement. Again Draco couldn't pinpoint it but he thought it was worry or something like it.
"Fine, do you know another way to heal this up?" asked Draco as he put up his wand and Hawk went back to picking up the glass from the vase.
"Why yes I do, two ways actually. One way would be very painful because I would put a charm on this broken glass vase and they all reform and the one in your head shoots out to recreate the vase or a much less painful way which would be for me to remove it by hand. Then I would need to tap up you head but you couldn't go to the nurse until late tomorrow evening, so which would you prefer?" said Hawk as she took out her wand just in case he would prefer the former over the latter.
"Whoa what don't do anything yet I would prefer the less painful way," said Draco standing up his hands up in defense but he got a wave of dizziness and fell down on the floor. Hawk hurried over to him with worry covering her features.
"Draco, are you okay? Oh come on, say something!" yelled a frantic Hawk.
"Hey take it easy, I'm okay. Don't worry your pretty little head, I'm fine," said Draco as he sat up and leaned against the bed in obvious pain.
"Did you just call my head pretty?" asked Hawk as she started her work on Draco's head.
"Yeah, I wouldn't call any head that belonged to any Gryffindor girl unless she was a Pureblood," said Draco leaning his head back on the bed just letting Hawk do her job thinking her would owe her after this.
"That's really nice Draco but I'm not a Pureblood I'm a Mudblood," said Hawk only moving her eyes from his gash to look into his eyes. Draco moved his head away from her hands now covered in his blood.
"You're a Mudblood!" said a surprise Draco Malfoy.
"Yes I'm a Mudblood," said Hawk as she got up and sat on the bed cross- legged. Draco stood up and sat by her.
"How?"
"I'll tell you only if you let me tend your wound before you get an infection," said Hawk who had reverted to her infamous poker face that went with her dubbed name.
"Okay, deal," said Draco. He moved to where she could reach his wound. Hawk moved so she could continue her work and braced herself for the story she was about to tell, the tragic story about her life.