verything was pitching dark; he was surrounded by fuzzy sounds and the only thing he could feel was the throbbing of both his own brain and his heart. He breathed heavily and tried to open his eyes, but a sharp pain shot through his numb head and made him gasp; he jumped by surprise and fell down on the floor; 'what was this all about?'
"Mr Malfoy? Are you all right dear?" Someone said and helped him up on what seemed like a bed.
"Where am I?" Malfoy said, rubbing his sore arm he had landed on in the fall. Then he felt it wasn't the only thing that he felt was sore on his body. Because when he brought his hand up to his face he felt his lip was split, and he had no idea of how it had happened.
"You're in the hospital wing..." The lady said leaning over him; as he now recognized as the school nurse; Madame Pomfrey. She was now tucking him in like a baby for bedtime, but when he looked around he flung his legs over the edge of the bed and threw himself up on his feet, though staggering he felt supported enough to try to make a run for it.
"Oh no you don't!" shrieked the plump little lady and forced him back upon the bed. After three tries of escaping he gave up; and started drilling the annoying nurse for answers, of which none he got.
"Ah, I see you've recovered from you heavy sleep. Finally" Said a man with long white beard, and with a happy face, made his way over to Dracos' bed.
"Headmaster, what the hell... err... heck is going on here?!"
His smile fainted faintly and sat down, cleared his throat as if he was going to make a long speech, and Draco could only feel that he maybe now didn't want to know the answer of his question.
"How much do you remember of the other day Draco?"
"The other day? Exactly how long have I been here?" He asked perplexed as he looked around for the clock.
"Three days, exactly. What do you remember?"
"That I was having lunch, err… a green apple. That's all." Draco said, trying to look inside his head of what he had done three days before.
"Aha… just an apple? That's not very healthy, you're a growing boy, you should eat more…"
"… I mean that it is all that I can remember. Sir." Draco said, now very impatient.
The Headmaster drew a breath and told him, exactly, what had happened. And through the whole explanation they were interrupted by soft gulps from Madame Pomfrey who was pretending to refill his water glass, over and over again.
When Dumbledore was all finished, Draco was about to ask if this was his idea of a bad joke, but he just glanced at the old mans face; which showed no other feeling than pure pity.
"Can't everybody just sod off?!" Hermione screamed frustrated and sat down beside Harry in the Gryffindor common room. He was trying to write something on his homework at the same time keeping a conversation with the very angry female friend of his, and this was not an easy task, as he had to turn in the homework the next day.
"Calm down Hermione, it will clear over soon…" He said scratching his head.
"No it won't." She said and sighed.
The story of what had happened in the great hall between Ron and Draco had now spread all over the school, there was not a single student who didn't know what had happened. Hermione was angry at Ron for acting as such an idiot, she was angry at the students for having such big mouths and she was primarily mad at herself for not being able to do anything more to help.
The portrait hole opened and Ron made his way over to his two friends and sat down beside Hermione, who edged her way towards Harry, away from Ron.
"Ok, just two weeks more of detention… God, why don't you just kill me right now…" Ron said, making a gesture towards the ceiling, as if God was sitting there just waiting for him to say the magic words.
"I can do it for you, if you want it painful." Hermione said with hatred in her voice.
"Come of it Hermione, haven't I been punished enough? I've suffered three days of detention, with Snape of all people who hate me even more than Harry right now!"
"I'm still angry at you; I can't believe you hexed him with that horrible spell." She said and shivered as the memory of it crept up on her.
"Well, I thought it was wicked. I think professor Rawlins must pass you on that Ron." Harry said and smiled at Ron. He was his best friend, and Malfoy was not. He deserved what he got, even if it seemed dreadful.
"And, to make things worse. I have to apologise to that little git when he wakes up from coma-land." Ron said and looked very disgusted as if he had sniffed on something bad; like rotten eggs.
Draco was getting dressed in utter silence; he couldn't believe what Dumbledore just had told him. He was feeling so angry, betrayed and pitiful that he was very tempted to rip his own shirt into threads.
And when he was dressed, he looked over to his desk and saw all the cards and presents he had gotten while he was; asleep. There were several from people he knew, but also presents from people he didn't knew, and even from people from other houses.
"You're awake!" Someone shrieked behind him and he was now being hugged from the back, by which he could see was Pansy Parkinson. He turned around and saw that she was not alone, she was accompanied by his two 'friends' Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed very confused.
"Hey…" Draco said just getting grunts in reply, and that was the thing he liked with his two friends, they knew when they were supposed to shut up, opposite from Pansy who didn't.
"I have been so worried! I've been here several times since 'it' happened, and you looked so far away…"
"… maybe because I wanted to be away from you." Draco said completely without any emotion and stepped away from the black haired girl, and made his way towards the door.
Draco walked as if he was walking on water, very fast but cautious. The walls were going by his sides so fast as if he was flying with his broom through the corridor, but he also heard muttering and whispers, but they did not come from anyone human because there was none in sight except him and his three friends, but they were coming from the paintings on the walls, and he knew that the word of him waking up would be at everyone's ears in no time, so he started to run.
"Ricctus Sortia" Draco said trembling and entered Slytherins house, and the sight that met him was almost making him sick. The common room was packed with people, and everyone was starring at him. The only sound that could be heard was his own footsteps up to the boys' dormitory.
She was not the only one in her class that was starring at him. Though everyone tried to be discreet, Hermione noticed that he must feel very put out there, because he was turning in his seat so often he looked like an out of order roller coaster.
"Err… I thought that we could end this lesson short, I think everyone in here would do with some extra rest for a change… Class dismissed."
When the commotion of the class was starting to end, Hermione made her way over to the blond and pale boy still sitting in his chair, who seemed very distracted by his quill which he had stabbed over and over again in his notebook, leaving great ink stains where his notes should have been.
"Err… Malfoy, class has ended." She said softly and nudged his shoulder.
"Oh, right." He grunted and started to put his books back into his bag, but as he was trembling he dropped all of his books on the floor.
"I can help you…" She said kneeling down beside him, and reached for a black book lying at her feet. But Malfoy beat her to it and she instead caught his hand, which was very cold.
"Don't touch my stuff, and especially not me." He said and jerked her hand away, not looking at her.
"I'm sorry about all that's happened…" She started, but one look at Malfoys' face made her cut her sentence. He looked like he could have hit her, but at the same time he looked nearly to tears.
"Granger, if you want to stay alive to graduate, don't say another word." He said stalking away through the door, leaving Hermione to her guilt.
Hermione walked out just a minute after Malfoy, but found him gone from the long corridor as if he had dissaparated, and was caught in by her two friends Harry and Ron that was waiting for her. Ron looked ready to burst as he clearly had seen Malfoy coming out of the classroom, and Harry just looked perplexed.
"What I mean is, why didn't he just kill me?" Ron asked Harry on their way to the dungeons, to their potions class.
"He walked right up to my face, said nothing and walked away. He could have beaten the shit out of me but didn't, wonder what he's up to…" Hermione and Harry said nothing.
Ron got escorted by professor McGonagall and professor Rawlins out of the Gryffindor house to go and meet Malfoy outside for an apology, though all other students were band to be there, Harry and Hermione (though forced) was under the invisibility cloak to see what was going to be said.
Ron was very red in the face as he sulked after the professors and met Malfoy, who was sitting on the stairs, obviously waiting for them to come. He smirked as he saw Weasley, and it didn't fade as Ron started to talk, or rather whispered.
"Err… I'm kind of… Err… Sorry." He said looking at his shoes.
"Whatever." Malfoy said and rounded on them and walked away, and both the professors and Ron was standing there very surprised at what had played out in front of them. They parted and Ron sprinted back to the common room, with Harry following him under the cloak. But without Hermione who had gone after Malfoy.
I know, I can't write. But this is my fantasies so don't blame me if you don't like it… but I would appreciate feedback though…