Remus felt his heart constrict and rushed to get out of the high rise
stands. Dumbledore was now down on the pitch and tending to both Malfoy
and Drea. They were now on stretchers floating towards the castle.
Finally he reached the ground level, Peter in tow. Sirius was standing with James in some what of a daze watching as his girlfriend was transported across the green.
"Is she alright?" Remus asked as he reached James and Sirius. He looked at them both but neither answered. Sirius was the palest Remus had ever seen him, and he refused to look up from the ground.
"I don't know mate. She didn't look too good when they were putting her on the stretcher. She hit the wall pretty hard. There was a lot of blood around her." James finally spoke up, his voice a little hoarse.
Remus looked away to the barrier that Drea had hit. It didn't look like there was much damage to it, but the blood was evident on the ground and lower part of the wall. He shook his head and cursed under his breath. Her bloody brother would be the death of her.
"Er... maybe you two should go wash up or something and then we could go see if she is going to be alright..." Peter suggested, making a rather disgusted face at the two Quidditch players in front of him. They were both covered in mud and dirt from head to toe, and of course smelled of rampant sweat and soil.
"Right. Padfoot, come on." James exhaled, grabbing Sirius by the material on the shoulder of his Quidditch robes and pulling him towards the locker rooms.
"We'll see you there." Remus said calmly, making sure to keep his temper and discomfort under control.
He and Peter turned around and headed back towards the castle, their walk silent and tense. Remus couldn't help but worry about Drea. Though her injury did not seem like anything more than a few scrapes and a possible concussion he had some sort of a sick feeling in his stomach that he could not shake. Something was intensely wrong with this situation, but still he couldn't figure out what it was.
Perhaps it was that Sirius had actually been very affected by this recent event and seemed to be showing pure like for Drea. Or maybe it was because Remus's feelings were finally starting to show through the façade he had been holding up.
They got to the hospital wing within a few minutes and walked in quietly. Madam Pomfrey was tending to Malfoy who was still unconscious in his bed. Remus scanned the room looking for Drea, and found her in the farthest most bed. He and Peter walked over and took seats next to her, wondering if she would wake any time soon.
It looked like Madam Pomfrey had healed her superficial scrapes and bruises but there was something different about the way Drea breathed.
After a few minutes Madam Pomfrey walked over to where the boys were seated and tutted disaprovingly as she noticed them. Everyone knew that she hated having visitors in her infirmary.
"If you boys have come to see what damage was done to this poor young girl, I am afraid I do not have time to tell you." She said briskly as she dabbed Drea's head with a wet wash cloth.
"Can you at least tell us what's wrong with her or if she's going to be alright?" Peter asked, his tone a bit annoyed.
"Like I said I do not have-" she tried to say, but was quickly cut off.
"Please!" Remus finally interjected, his patience was wearing thin.
"Alright. Honestly." Madam Pomfrey huffed. "She has a collapsed lung that I am trying to mend, but that is giving me a bit of trouble. But don't worry, I'll get the job done. She should be fine within the next few days. And Mr. Lupin, I expect I will be seeing you in here in oh... say 5 days as well?"
Remus nodded silently, as the nurse walked past him and over to where Malfoy was stirring.
"Remus, I'm going to go see what's taking James and Sirius so long. You going to stay here?" Peter asked, getting up from his chair.
Remus looked at him for a moment, then replied, "Er.... Yes."
Peter nodded, giving Remus one last searching look before leaving the hospital wing. Remus sat by himself and watched as Drea slept, there was a gash across her left cheek that hadn't quite healed yet and he found himself wondering if it would leave a scar. There were so many things playing through his mind. So many contradictions and problems.
He knew he had feelings for her. He'd known for ages. He just hadn't ever the courage to express them. He was never put into a situation where he had to tell her or lose her to someone else... until now.
If only he'd spoken up. Sirius would have never gone after her and Remus wouldn't be caught in a situation of morals and loyalty.
Drea's chest rose and fell in shaky uneven breaths. She started to cough and sputter, as if she were trying for just a little more air. Slowly her eyes flickered open and she looked around, still in somewhat of a daze. Finally her gaze fell upon a sandy brown haired boy who was sitting in the chair next to her bed.
"Remus?" She asked, her voice hoarse and hard to understand.
Remus glanced up from his lap and looked at the girl lying in the bed in front of him. He smiled slightly, glad that she has finally come to.
"I was wonder if you'd ever wake up. You know, running into large solid walls isn't the sort of thing you can do without practically killing yourself." He said, trying to keep his usual cool demeanor.
"Right. I didn't know that... I just thought I'd fly into that one to give it a try. Pardon me." Drea replied sarcastically, weakly smiling.
"So how are you feeling?" Remus asked, as he got up and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Like I've been hit by a train, just great."
"Its always nice to feel like you've been hit by a train."
"Oh yes, you should try it some time."
They both stopped their playful banter and just looked at each other for a moment. Remus couldn't help but have butterflies in his stomach. Suddenly, on a whim, he did something he never ever thought he would do...
He reached out and took her hand in his, and just held it there. Neither of them said a word, they just took in the moment, when they heard footsteps coming down the floor of the infirmary.
Drea snatched her hand away from Remus's but it was too late, Sirius was now standing a few feet away from her bed, staring at the two of them.
"Feeling better, I see." He said lowly, letting the hand that was holding the flowers he'd picked fall limply to his side.
Finally he reached the ground level, Peter in tow. Sirius was standing with James in some what of a daze watching as his girlfriend was transported across the green.
"Is she alright?" Remus asked as he reached James and Sirius. He looked at them both but neither answered. Sirius was the palest Remus had ever seen him, and he refused to look up from the ground.
"I don't know mate. She didn't look too good when they were putting her on the stretcher. She hit the wall pretty hard. There was a lot of blood around her." James finally spoke up, his voice a little hoarse.
Remus looked away to the barrier that Drea had hit. It didn't look like there was much damage to it, but the blood was evident on the ground and lower part of the wall. He shook his head and cursed under his breath. Her bloody brother would be the death of her.
"Er... maybe you two should go wash up or something and then we could go see if she is going to be alright..." Peter suggested, making a rather disgusted face at the two Quidditch players in front of him. They were both covered in mud and dirt from head to toe, and of course smelled of rampant sweat and soil.
"Right. Padfoot, come on." James exhaled, grabbing Sirius by the material on the shoulder of his Quidditch robes and pulling him towards the locker rooms.
"We'll see you there." Remus said calmly, making sure to keep his temper and discomfort under control.
He and Peter turned around and headed back towards the castle, their walk silent and tense. Remus couldn't help but worry about Drea. Though her injury did not seem like anything more than a few scrapes and a possible concussion he had some sort of a sick feeling in his stomach that he could not shake. Something was intensely wrong with this situation, but still he couldn't figure out what it was.
Perhaps it was that Sirius had actually been very affected by this recent event and seemed to be showing pure like for Drea. Or maybe it was because Remus's feelings were finally starting to show through the façade he had been holding up.
They got to the hospital wing within a few minutes and walked in quietly. Madam Pomfrey was tending to Malfoy who was still unconscious in his bed. Remus scanned the room looking for Drea, and found her in the farthest most bed. He and Peter walked over and took seats next to her, wondering if she would wake any time soon.
It looked like Madam Pomfrey had healed her superficial scrapes and bruises but there was something different about the way Drea breathed.
After a few minutes Madam Pomfrey walked over to where the boys were seated and tutted disaprovingly as she noticed them. Everyone knew that she hated having visitors in her infirmary.
"If you boys have come to see what damage was done to this poor young girl, I am afraid I do not have time to tell you." She said briskly as she dabbed Drea's head with a wet wash cloth.
"Can you at least tell us what's wrong with her or if she's going to be alright?" Peter asked, his tone a bit annoyed.
"Like I said I do not have-" she tried to say, but was quickly cut off.
"Please!" Remus finally interjected, his patience was wearing thin.
"Alright. Honestly." Madam Pomfrey huffed. "She has a collapsed lung that I am trying to mend, but that is giving me a bit of trouble. But don't worry, I'll get the job done. She should be fine within the next few days. And Mr. Lupin, I expect I will be seeing you in here in oh... say 5 days as well?"
Remus nodded silently, as the nurse walked past him and over to where Malfoy was stirring.
"Remus, I'm going to go see what's taking James and Sirius so long. You going to stay here?" Peter asked, getting up from his chair.
Remus looked at him for a moment, then replied, "Er.... Yes."
Peter nodded, giving Remus one last searching look before leaving the hospital wing. Remus sat by himself and watched as Drea slept, there was a gash across her left cheek that hadn't quite healed yet and he found himself wondering if it would leave a scar. There were so many things playing through his mind. So many contradictions and problems.
He knew he had feelings for her. He'd known for ages. He just hadn't ever the courage to express them. He was never put into a situation where he had to tell her or lose her to someone else... until now.
If only he'd spoken up. Sirius would have never gone after her and Remus wouldn't be caught in a situation of morals and loyalty.
Drea's chest rose and fell in shaky uneven breaths. She started to cough and sputter, as if she were trying for just a little more air. Slowly her eyes flickered open and she looked around, still in somewhat of a daze. Finally her gaze fell upon a sandy brown haired boy who was sitting in the chair next to her bed.
"Remus?" She asked, her voice hoarse and hard to understand.
Remus glanced up from his lap and looked at the girl lying in the bed in front of him. He smiled slightly, glad that she has finally come to.
"I was wonder if you'd ever wake up. You know, running into large solid walls isn't the sort of thing you can do without practically killing yourself." He said, trying to keep his usual cool demeanor.
"Right. I didn't know that... I just thought I'd fly into that one to give it a try. Pardon me." Drea replied sarcastically, weakly smiling.
"So how are you feeling?" Remus asked, as he got up and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Like I've been hit by a train, just great."
"Its always nice to feel like you've been hit by a train."
"Oh yes, you should try it some time."
They both stopped their playful banter and just looked at each other for a moment. Remus couldn't help but have butterflies in his stomach. Suddenly, on a whim, he did something he never ever thought he would do...
He reached out and took her hand in his, and just held it there. Neither of them said a word, they just took in the moment, when they heard footsteps coming down the floor of the infirmary.
Drea snatched her hand away from Remus's but it was too late, Sirius was now standing a few feet away from her bed, staring at the two of them.
"Feeling better, I see." He said lowly, letting the hand that was holding the flowers he'd picked fall limply to his side.