Attacked
"What?!" Draco asked. Sasha couldn't look him in the eye. Hearing Dracos deep breaths, she sighed.
"I didn't believe Madame Pomfrey when she first told me, but it's true, Draco. Please don't freak out," Sasha whispered. She could tell he was struggling to stay calm.
"Well, it's kind of hard!" he said shrilly. Standing up, he began nervously pacing the room. "Do our families have to know?"
"I'd imagine they wouldn't appreciate being left in the dark; I suppose we have to tell them," Sasha replied, sucking on a piece of hair. All the words Sasha knew were spinning through her head as she tried to piece together something calm to say.
"Father won't be happy about this, and Mother would murder me if she found out," Draco muttered to himself as he paced the room. Sasha heard someone try to open the door, and the relentless scrapping irritated her.
"Oy, having a mental breakdown here!" Draco shouted at whoever was trying to get in. The person wouldn't quit, but kept trying to enter.
"Alohamora," a girls voice muttered, and Pansy Parkinson entered. Sasha and Draco glared at her, and she glared back at Sasha. "What's going on in here?" she asked softly.
"Get out, Parkinson," Draco growled. When she made no move, Sasha whipped out her wand and pointed it at Pansy, a merciless glare on her face.
"You heard the man, get out," she growled through clenched teeth. Instead of cowering in fear, Pansy laughed.
"I have a right to know what's going on in here, being a prefect and all. And if you try to hex me, Sorbelle, I get to report you to Professor Snape," she said gleefully. Sasha didn't lower her wand, but kept it pointed directly at Pansys face. Pansy scowled, and took out her own wand. The two girls made no move to attack, but neither relented in their silent duel. Anxiously, Draco stood to the side, eyeing both girls, hoping neither would attack.
All of a sudden, Sasha was about to mutter a curse, but Pansy beat her to it.
"Expelliarmus!" she cried. Sasha flew against the wall, her limp body sliding to the floor, motionless.
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Sasha woke to moonlight on her face. Opening her eyes, she found herself to be in a bed in the hospital wing. Remembering Pansys attack, Sasha felt about to scream. She tried to move, but her body screamed in protest. Sasha felt a bandage around her head, and felt the throbbing of the wound beneath it.
"Ouch," Sasha whispered to the dark around her. She heard the breathing of another person, two beds down from her. Sasha tried to sit up, but fell back down, gasping in pain. Unable to do anything else, Sasha was lulled back to sleep by the steady breathing of the other person.
In the morning, Sasha was woken by voices on the other side of the room. They were making no effort to be silent, and Sasha recognized them as her parents.
"Julio, she made a mistake! Can't you forgive her? She's just sixteen!" Ella Sorbelle was saying; she sounded close to tears.
"No!" Sasha heard the usually comforting Latino accent of her father, Julio Magnore, cry. "It was a serious mistake, one that could cost her a lot. No, we should show her no mercy."
"But there was also the incident with the Parkinson girl. She could obtain serious brain damage from that," Ella shot back.
"Well, that wasn't Sashas fault. If you ask me, the Parkinson girl should be given a severe punishment, possibly one with the Ministry of Magic, for that," he said.
"I agree," Ella sighed. "But from what Madame Pomfrey told us, the - other incident - was not technically Sashas fault."
"Technically!" Julio sounded disgusted. "It was not wholly her fault, I agree, but partially the fault of Draco Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy. . . yes," Ella said thoughtfully. "But it was not wholly his fault, either. They had been drinking, Julio. I have met him, and I believe he would never do that to her on purpose."
Sasha groaned, wishing her parents would be quieter. It was rare, her parents shouting at each other. Usually they agreed wholeheartedly.
"Please be quiet," Sasha croaked. Ella ran to Sasha at her bed, Julio behind her.
"Sasha! You're okay?" Ella crooned, holding her hand. Sasha shrugged.
"I feel like an ocean fell on me, but not quite as wet as that would be," she mused thoughtfully. "My head hurts."
Ella gave a strained laugh. Julio held her other hand, but looked down on her with less sympathy.
"Has class started yet?" Sasha asked. Ella nodded.
"Yes. Demitra and Draco were permitted to stay out of class today," she said, stroking Sashas hair. Sasha frowned.
"Then who will yet my homework?" she asked curiously. Smiling Ella shook her head.
"Don't fret about homework, I'm sure your professors will yet it to you," she reassured Sasha, who sighed.
"I suppose," she scratched her nose. "Are you mad at me?"
"Just slightly," Julio said, frowning. "You did a very immature thing, Sasha Athena Sorbelle."
Sasha shuddered at the use of her full name: she detested her middle name. It was silly.
"Oh."
Sasha fell back asleep.
Sasha woke two full days later. Her head pounded and her muscles ached. She found enough energy to turn her head. On her bedside table was a few get well cards and a large bouquet of red roses. Smiling, Sasha also saw a small wrapped present. Before falling back asleep, Sasha breathed in the rich scent of roses.
That evening, Sasha woke, spluttering. Madame Pomfrey had woken her by forcing her mouth open and giving her a potion.
"What was that?" she asked, revolted by the taste.
"A useless potion meant to wake you with it's awful taste," Madame Pomfrey smirked as she tightened the top of a green bottle. "It is time I had a look at that head of yours."
After giving Sasha a few vision tests and a clear-thinking potion, she allowed her to have visitors. Her parents came in to see their daughter sitting up, a fresh bandage on her head but a depressed and sorrowful look on her face.
"What is it, Sash?" Ella asked, sitting down in a chair beside her bed.
"There was a Quidditch match yesterday," she sighed. "I missed it and I bet Slytherin had to back out, right?"
"No, actually," Ella said. "Draco found a replacement Chaser, and he acted as captain. Slytherin lost, but it was very close."
"Oh," Sasha said, surprised. "Well, I still feel bad about missing our first match of the school year."
"We need to talk to you, young lady," Julio said sternly, getting right to the point. Sasha frowned, but she knew that conversation was inevitable.
After the "Responsibility" and "Are you sure you can handle it?" conversations, Sasha was annoyed and exasperated. Reaching for one of her get well cards, she grinned as she read a message from Demitra.
Get well soon, Sha-sha! Our dormitory seems empty without you!
Love, your sister Demi(who else?)
P.S. - I got you the newest Black Magic c.d. ... yay!
Laughing at the use of her oldest and most adored nickname, Sasha moved on to a card signed by the Slytherin Quidditch team.
Sorbelle,
Malfoy is a bad captain. We want you back.
- Crabbe, Goyle, Montague, Blackboot, and Norton.
Grinning, Sasha replaced the card. She read a few more until she came to one that made her raise her eyebrows in surprise.
Sasha,
We heard about Pansysattacking you. . . that little pig!
Anyway, we just wanted to say "get well soon" and good luck.
- Hermione, Ron and Harry.
A little taken aback, Sasha replaced the card and reached for the one out of the bouquet of roses.
Sash,
Just so you know, I shouted at Pansy for you and carried you into the common room. I asked your sister to get Professor Snape while I checked on you. Just so you know who to credit when you get better.
Much love,
Draco
P.S. - Bought these in Hogsmeade, with my own money. Your welcome.
Sasha grinned to herself and kissed the card where Draco signed his name. "Hey," Sasha heard someone say. Looking up, she rejoiced to see Draco standing in the doorway.
"Hi!" she cried, sitting up as far as she could. Draco nearly ran over to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair when he arrived.
"Feeling better?" he asked, sitting in the chair beside her bed. Sasha sighed.
"Conciterabely better than I did two days ago. Oh, that hurt!" she complained, rubbing her head. "I still can't stand up though. I get too dizzy."
"Did you get the card that was with the roses?" Draco asked, casually scratching his nose. Sasha grinned.
"Yeah, I was just reading it," she held it up and put it back on the table. "So I know who to credit for my being alive."
Draco smirked. "Ha, yeah."
Motioning for him to come closer, Sasha closed her eyes, shivering as Dracos lips enveloped hers in a passionate kiss.
For quite a while, Draco informed Sasha of what had taken place in the Quidditch match the day before. Sasha was surprised to hear that Draco had asked Demitra to play Chaser in Sashas place.
"I figured she would be the closest thing, seeing as you two have practically the same body and fitness level," he said, shrugging. Sasha nodded.
"How did she do?" she questioned, smiling to herself.
"Not that bad, actually. We lost, but it was pretty close," he said, sighing. Sasha smirked, knowing he hated losing, especially in Quidditch.
They were discussing the finer points of the match when Demitra entered the hospital wing, a huge grin on her face.
"Hey, Sha-sha!" she said, hugging her sister tightly. "Your up! Mom and dad said you - uh. . ."
Sasha shook her head. "Not now, Demi. Talk about it later, okay?"
Reluctantly, Demitra nodded. "Okay. Here, I got this for you in Hogsmeade," she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a black c.d. case. She handed it to Sasha triumphantly. Sasha clutched it to her chest, sighing in relief.
"Yes!" she cried, reading the back of it. "Yay, Demi! You got it! These have been on backorder for ages!"
Demitra grinned. "Yeah, I know! I got the first one of the shops shipment. Did Demi pull through, or did Demi pull through?"
She gave Sasha a high five. "Oh, I owe you now. How about those sweet-ass dress robes from Madame Malkins?"
"Done!" Demitra cried immediately. "You gotta share, though. I'll share the robes with you."
"Agreed."
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That night Sasha was allowed to go to dinner with the rest of the school. Her bandage had been removed and she had been given a large dose of non-dizzy potion before going.
Dinner was wonderful, as it always was, and Sasha sat with Demitra and Draco, as she always did. Noticing that Pansy was staring at her with such intense fury, Sasha was worried.
"Did Pansy get any punishments?" she asked Demitra. Smirking, Demitra nodded.
"Oh, yeah. Detention everyday for the whole month. Snape will go hard on her, I bet," she told Sasha, taking a large gulp of her pumpkin juice. Sasha whistled.
"Wow. That's a lot of detention!" she said, shaking her head in disbelief. Demitra nodded, grinning. "Yeah. I wouldn't like to be in her place this month, that's for sure."
Smirking evilly, Sasha turned to Draco.
"So, how have you been holding up?" she asked in a whisper. Draco sighed.
"Pretty well," he answered. "It's frightening, yes, but I think I'll be okay. You?"
"I've been thinking about it," Sasha lowered her voice so that no one would hear. "I don't think I'm going to do anything to stop it."
Draco nearly chocked on his pumpkin juice. "What?!" he exclaimed. Half the Slytherin table stared at him. Sasha winced.
"Shut up," she whispered to him. " Come on, let's talk."
She pulled him up and dragged him out of the Great Hall. In a corner of the Entrance Hall Sasha confronted Draco.
"I'm going to go through with the pregnancy, okay?" Sasha told him. Draco looked freaked out.
"Your crazy! Sasha, you do know your only sixteen, right? It's a lot of responsibility, and you'll have to be here, at school," he lectured. "Unless -"
"No, I am not leaving Hogwarts," Sasha cut him off. "Mom volunteered to take care of the baby during the week, and she told me we can go and take care of it on the weekends. That's what I'm doing, okay?"
Draco sighed thoughtfully. "Is it what you really want?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, then. I'll be there for you, Sash."