Draco woke up groggy the next day, with only foggy memories of what
happened last night. He was confused. There was never this much light in
Slytherin, especially not this early. He sat up and winced; any slight
movement of his head made brought a sharp slpinter of pain. He slowly sat
himself up and turned to see where he was. Of course! The hospital
wing....he remembered now. He winced again, as he suddenly remembered...
all... of last night. There was one thing he didn't get. 'Who was it?' he
thought, trying to remember anything, anything at all. But all he
remembered was kissing Ginny Weasly, then being knocked out. Had she done
it?
A nurse appeared in the doorway. "Ah! You're awake!" she crooned, coming to stand next to him. Draco looked at her doubfully. But she was too busy rummaging around for something to care. Suddenly she stood up, a rather large chunk of chocolate in her hands. "I was going to give this to you last night, but you were totally out of it." She split the chocolate in half and handed one piece to Draco. "Eat up!". Draco now seriously doubted that she knew what she was doing; more came from the use of the word, 'totally' than anything else. He started chewing on the chocolate when he saw that she was moving to another bed with the other piece.
He was too tired to figure this out, so he turned over on his side and decided to go back to sleep. 'I wonder where Dumbledore got this nutcase' he thought to himself. 'She's one for the loony bin; bet they brought her in the short bus' he laughed, amusing himself for quite a while before he finally fell asleep. Right before he fell totally unconcious, right before he was unaware of anything else, he heard the nurse say, "Sleep well, Ms Weasley."
The next morning he woke up much the same, only no nurse was in sight, and his head didn't hurt near as much. AT first he was confused; there wasn't enough light. Then he realized it was just someones shadow. He turned to see who it was......then groaned and turned back. "Go away," he grumbled. "I'm in no mood". "Well, we know that. We just wanted to, you know, make sure you were okay and all." Harry's voice was WAY too cheerful to be normal.
"I SAID," Draco repeated with annoyance, "GO AWAY." When they didn't move me sat up, ignoring his head and scowled at Harry and Ron, who were standing next to the window, and next to his bed. "What do you want?" he snapped. He really did not need this right now. "We just want to know what happened, thats all," Harry replied, smiling widley. Draco narrowed his eyes. There was something off about the way Potter was acting...but the thought was making his head hurt more, and they were looking at him expectantly.
"I d- I was walking and I fell and hit my head," he covered up. He didn't want to say he didn't know, because that would mean explaining what he was doing last night, and he didn't think Ron would be too happy about that. Ron did look tweaked at something, though. "Whats wrong with you?" he asked, refraining from asking if he had to sell his mother to afford the new books. He wanted to make Ron as little mad as possible, knowing that he couldn't keep it a secret forever. Ron just looked at him darkly, as if....'as if he knew,' Draco thought suddenly. But no, that was stupid. There was no way he could know. But then again...he didn't remember everything about last night, and he was pretty sure he was knocked out.
He decided to press his luck, so he smiled sweetly and said, "Cat got your tounge, Weasley?" Ron looked ready to murder him, and Draco wondered what he would do if he really did find out. But Ron just glared, and managed to say, strained, though, as if he was holding back something that was trying to get out, "None of your business, Malfoy. And stay away from my sister." The last part, Draco thought, was not intended to be said. But he couldn't know about last night, it was impossible.
He sneered, saying, "I have no idea what you're on about, Weasley, and if you think for one minute that I'm going to put up with your crap you've got another thing coming". He turned his back to Ron and Harry and layed down again, wondering why they had come up here to see him. But then he realized that there was someone on the other bed...someone...with...red hair. He remembered what the nurse had said last night, and his eyes widened. WHat had happened to her? Had the same person got her as did him?
He saw Ron and Harry move over to her bedside and quickly he shut his eyes. He opened one slowly, and saw that they were talking about something, so he opened his other eye and tries to see what was wrong. She was moving; he could see Harry and Ron stop talking abruptly. Ron bent down to say saomething, but Ginny slunk away from him. She turned her back to Ron and Harry and saw Draco looking at her. He could now see that her leg and her arm were in muggle sort of casts, and he felt himself starting to get angry. But he cooled it as she put one finger to her lips, telling him not to make any noise, and he remembered that Harry and Ron were standing right there. He closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep, trying to make sure Ron and Harry hadn't seen him looking at Ginny. Finally he felt himself relaxing, and he fell into a, for the most part, dreamless slumber.
A nurse appeared in the doorway. "Ah! You're awake!" she crooned, coming to stand next to him. Draco looked at her doubfully. But she was too busy rummaging around for something to care. Suddenly she stood up, a rather large chunk of chocolate in her hands. "I was going to give this to you last night, but you were totally out of it." She split the chocolate in half and handed one piece to Draco. "Eat up!". Draco now seriously doubted that she knew what she was doing; more came from the use of the word, 'totally' than anything else. He started chewing on the chocolate when he saw that she was moving to another bed with the other piece.
He was too tired to figure this out, so he turned over on his side and decided to go back to sleep. 'I wonder where Dumbledore got this nutcase' he thought to himself. 'She's one for the loony bin; bet they brought her in the short bus' he laughed, amusing himself for quite a while before he finally fell asleep. Right before he fell totally unconcious, right before he was unaware of anything else, he heard the nurse say, "Sleep well, Ms Weasley."
The next morning he woke up much the same, only no nurse was in sight, and his head didn't hurt near as much. AT first he was confused; there wasn't enough light. Then he realized it was just someones shadow. He turned to see who it was......then groaned and turned back. "Go away," he grumbled. "I'm in no mood". "Well, we know that. We just wanted to, you know, make sure you were okay and all." Harry's voice was WAY too cheerful to be normal.
"I SAID," Draco repeated with annoyance, "GO AWAY." When they didn't move me sat up, ignoring his head and scowled at Harry and Ron, who were standing next to the window, and next to his bed. "What do you want?" he snapped. He really did not need this right now. "We just want to know what happened, thats all," Harry replied, smiling widley. Draco narrowed his eyes. There was something off about the way Potter was acting...but the thought was making his head hurt more, and they were looking at him expectantly.
"I d- I was walking and I fell and hit my head," he covered up. He didn't want to say he didn't know, because that would mean explaining what he was doing last night, and he didn't think Ron would be too happy about that. Ron did look tweaked at something, though. "Whats wrong with you?" he asked, refraining from asking if he had to sell his mother to afford the new books. He wanted to make Ron as little mad as possible, knowing that he couldn't keep it a secret forever. Ron just looked at him darkly, as if....'as if he knew,' Draco thought suddenly. But no, that was stupid. There was no way he could know. But then again...he didn't remember everything about last night, and he was pretty sure he was knocked out.
He decided to press his luck, so he smiled sweetly and said, "Cat got your tounge, Weasley?" Ron looked ready to murder him, and Draco wondered what he would do if he really did find out. But Ron just glared, and managed to say, strained, though, as if he was holding back something that was trying to get out, "None of your business, Malfoy. And stay away from my sister." The last part, Draco thought, was not intended to be said. But he couldn't know about last night, it was impossible.
He sneered, saying, "I have no idea what you're on about, Weasley, and if you think for one minute that I'm going to put up with your crap you've got another thing coming". He turned his back to Ron and Harry and layed down again, wondering why they had come up here to see him. But then he realized that there was someone on the other bed...someone...with...red hair. He remembered what the nurse had said last night, and his eyes widened. WHat had happened to her? Had the same person got her as did him?
He saw Ron and Harry move over to her bedside and quickly he shut his eyes. He opened one slowly, and saw that they were talking about something, so he opened his other eye and tries to see what was wrong. She was moving; he could see Harry and Ron stop talking abruptly. Ron bent down to say saomething, but Ginny slunk away from him. She turned her back to Ron and Harry and saw Draco looking at her. He could now see that her leg and her arm were in muggle sort of casts, and he felt himself starting to get angry. But he cooled it as she put one finger to her lips, telling him not to make any noise, and he remembered that Harry and Ron were standing right there. He closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep, trying to make sure Ron and Harry hadn't seen him looking at Ginny. Finally he felt himself relaxing, and he fell into a, for the most part, dreamless slumber.