Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Sixteen
L'Sleep Eternal
Oliver was in a cold sweat as he scolded his losing quidditch team in the locker room. "I don't know who the hell told you to do that, Potter, but that has to be the lowest thing ever done in the history of Hogwarts' quidditch," Oliver hissed. "You could have killed him - he may still die," his face was red.
"I think you're just upset because I hurt your boyfriend," Harry scoffed. "Stupid gay, gays are so stupid," he said childishly.
"That's not what you were thinking when you fucked me in the shower!" Oliver roared and threw his broom onto the floor. "Clean the team's brooms before you leave ass hole," Oliver spat and stormed out of the locker rooms. His face was red as he exited the locker rooms and began to run toward the school. He fought tears as memories flooded through his head.
"Draco!" Oliver heard a Slytherin beater yell. Oliver looked up just in time to see Draco Malfoy's lifeless body plunging to the ground. The once roaring crowed became deathly silent as the bone shattering crack echoed through the stadium. The entire Slytherin quidditch team flew to his aid as Madame Hooch found herself shouting at them to give him room to breath. She fell to her knees at his side. "Mr. Malfoy!" she screamed praying that he was joking but not a sound escaped his mouth.
Oliver let his eyes wander to the beaming Harry, sitting on Draco's broom and playing with his own broken broom that he had happily smashed over Draco's back.
Oliver stood in the bathroom sink washing his hands as Draco walked up behind him wrapping his hands around Oliver's waist. Oliver smiled at his warm touch and swayed back and forth. "Hey, guess why this cloak's special," he laughed having had stolen one of Draco's cloaks.
"Because you're wearing it?" Draco smiled turning his boyfriend around to face him. Oliver simply smiled back and pressed his lips on Draco's.
Oliver's pace quickened as he neared the castle. He plowed through the front doors and ran immediately to the hospital wing. He found Professor Snape and Madame Hooch sitting outside the room. He slowly walked up to them. "Professor, Madame Hooch, is he alright?" he asked urgently.
"He's alive if that's what you're worried about, though I doubt that's the truth as you probably told Mr. Potter to do what he did," she replied coldly.
"Madame Hooch, I would not test Mr. Wood's affections for Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape stopped them from arguing. "Madame Pomphery has told us thus far that he is in stable condition, however, only one person at a time is to see him," he explained.
"Who's in there now?" he questioned.
"Miss LePorvre is currently in there," he said.
'Miss LePorvre?' Oliver was about to ask. Then he remembered Kyle, the girlfriend.
"Bonjour, Madame Hooch, I know that you wish to see him," Kyle's soft, polite, thickly accented voice rang in their ears.
"Oh, how is he?" she questioned.
"Madame Pomphery said he has entered l'sleep eternal?" she wrinkled her nose and Madame Pomphery walked in. "How does it translate professeur? Comma?" she asked innocently.
"Coma, chere fille," she replied. "It's really up to him now," she said softly.
Madame Hooch walked into the room closely followed by Madame Pomphery.
"You are Oliver, are you not?" Kyle smiled at Oliver.
"Yeah, rub it in," he mumbled.
"Draco speaks a great deal about you," the smiled on her face was genuine.
"R-Really? W-What does he talk about?" he stuttered.
"Oh, I have made a promise not to speak of it," she said solemnly.
"Don't be overly concerned, Mr. Wood, if you were to know, Mr. Malfoy would have told you," Professor Snape saved Kyle.
Oliver took a deep breath and sat down as Madame Hooch walked out, her face in her hands.
"Are you going in next, Mr. Wood?" Professor Snape questioned.
"Oh, no thank you, professor," he replied, wanting so badly to see him, but also knowing how badly Draco hated him. Kyle sat down next to him.
"I am sure he would like to know that you are there," her soft voice rang. "I have read before that they can hear you when you speak," she comforted.
Oliver didn't want to have to look at Draco and be so helpless. "He doesn't want me in there," he simply sighed.
Professor Snape walked in to see Draco, leaving the other two behind.
"I think you try," she urged.
He simply shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to hate the sweet little French girl. He heaved a deep sigh and leaned back against his chair. 'There're so many things I need to tell him,' he thought. 'I was so stupid to pressure him into it. If I had never walked out of that room still holding his hand, no one would have known, Harry wouldn't have hated Draco so much. Hell, even in Draco hated me, he might still be healthy,' Oliver beat himself up over it.
"Mr. Wood, Miss LePorvre," Madame Pomphery was back. "I'm hoping to get some rest, would you be kind enough to sit with Draco through the night, you two could be of great help," she requested.
Oliver was about to protest until Kyle jumped in. "Oui, Madame, nos serions plus qu'heureux d'aider," she replied, pulling them into it.
Oliver had no idea what she had said but knew that he had just been forced into it. Professor Snape walked out of the room.
"Venir et m'obtenir si vous avez besoin de n'importe quoi," Madame Pomphery said pushing them into the room and then walked the other way. Oliver pulled a chair over to the bedside making the chair count two. He sat down, next to Kyle who had sat on the chair that had already been there. She slipped her hand around Draco's lifeless hand. Oliver simply looked at his golden hair. He reminded himself to breathe as he searched the unmoving body of his former love. He hated being so helpless.
"Bonjour, mon amour," she whispered to Draco with her purring voice. They sat there together as Kyle continued to speak softly to Draco for about an hour and half. She talked about everything she could think of, right down the tow "annoying mole" on the end of professor Flick's nose. This only made Oliver smile as he watched her slip in and out of French while telling her stories. Suddenly she stopped and looked at Oliver.
"Oh my," she said. "I have nothing more to talk about," she surrendered.
Oliver let out a short laugh at her horror struck face. He smiled as he stood and walked to the bookshelf. He pulled a book off the shelf the title was faded but Oliver could just read the words "The Philosopher's Stone" and the book was written by a strangely familiar author, J.K. Rowling. He carried it over to the bed, opened it, and began to read aloud. He was confused to find all the names in the book were completely erased but he improvised by using the names of his fellow Hogwarts class members. Through the night Oliver and Kyle took turns reading as the other slept. Kyle's singing voice seemed to lull Oliver into a heavenly dream.
a/n: Reviews are nice and sometimes funny, if you review you'll be somebody. (ok, so it doesn't rhyme - wanna fight?)
Oliver was in a cold sweat as he scolded his losing quidditch team in the locker room. "I don't know who the hell told you to do that, Potter, but that has to be the lowest thing ever done in the history of Hogwarts' quidditch," Oliver hissed. "You could have killed him - he may still die," his face was red.
"I think you're just upset because I hurt your boyfriend," Harry scoffed. "Stupid gay, gays are so stupid," he said childishly.
"That's not what you were thinking when you fucked me in the shower!" Oliver roared and threw his broom onto the floor. "Clean the team's brooms before you leave ass hole," Oliver spat and stormed out of the locker rooms. His face was red as he exited the locker rooms and began to run toward the school. He fought tears as memories flooded through his head.
"Draco!" Oliver heard a Slytherin beater yell. Oliver looked up just in time to see Draco Malfoy's lifeless body plunging to the ground. The once roaring crowed became deathly silent as the bone shattering crack echoed through the stadium. The entire Slytherin quidditch team flew to his aid as Madame Hooch found herself shouting at them to give him room to breath. She fell to her knees at his side. "Mr. Malfoy!" she screamed praying that he was joking but not a sound escaped his mouth.
Oliver let his eyes wander to the beaming Harry, sitting on Draco's broom and playing with his own broken broom that he had happily smashed over Draco's back.
Oliver stood in the bathroom sink washing his hands as Draco walked up behind him wrapping his hands around Oliver's waist. Oliver smiled at his warm touch and swayed back and forth. "Hey, guess why this cloak's special," he laughed having had stolen one of Draco's cloaks.
"Because you're wearing it?" Draco smiled turning his boyfriend around to face him. Oliver simply smiled back and pressed his lips on Draco's.
Oliver's pace quickened as he neared the castle. He plowed through the front doors and ran immediately to the hospital wing. He found Professor Snape and Madame Hooch sitting outside the room. He slowly walked up to them. "Professor, Madame Hooch, is he alright?" he asked urgently.
"He's alive if that's what you're worried about, though I doubt that's the truth as you probably told Mr. Potter to do what he did," she replied coldly.
"Madame Hooch, I would not test Mr. Wood's affections for Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape stopped them from arguing. "Madame Pomphery has told us thus far that he is in stable condition, however, only one person at a time is to see him," he explained.
"Who's in there now?" he questioned.
"Miss LePorvre is currently in there," he said.
'Miss LePorvre?' Oliver was about to ask. Then he remembered Kyle, the girlfriend.
"Bonjour, Madame Hooch, I know that you wish to see him," Kyle's soft, polite, thickly accented voice rang in their ears.
"Oh, how is he?" she questioned.
"Madame Pomphery said he has entered l'sleep eternal?" she wrinkled her nose and Madame Pomphery walked in. "How does it translate professeur? Comma?" she asked innocently.
"Coma, chere fille," she replied. "It's really up to him now," she said softly.
Madame Hooch walked into the room closely followed by Madame Pomphery.
"You are Oliver, are you not?" Kyle smiled at Oliver.
"Yeah, rub it in," he mumbled.
"Draco speaks a great deal about you," the smiled on her face was genuine.
"R-Really? W-What does he talk about?" he stuttered.
"Oh, I have made a promise not to speak of it," she said solemnly.
"Don't be overly concerned, Mr. Wood, if you were to know, Mr. Malfoy would have told you," Professor Snape saved Kyle.
Oliver took a deep breath and sat down as Madame Hooch walked out, her face in her hands.
"Are you going in next, Mr. Wood?" Professor Snape questioned.
"Oh, no thank you, professor," he replied, wanting so badly to see him, but also knowing how badly Draco hated him. Kyle sat down next to him.
"I am sure he would like to know that you are there," her soft voice rang. "I have read before that they can hear you when you speak," she comforted.
Oliver didn't want to have to look at Draco and be so helpless. "He doesn't want me in there," he simply sighed.
Professor Snape walked in to see Draco, leaving the other two behind.
"I think you try," she urged.
He simply shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to hate the sweet little French girl. He heaved a deep sigh and leaned back against his chair. 'There're so many things I need to tell him,' he thought. 'I was so stupid to pressure him into it. If I had never walked out of that room still holding his hand, no one would have known, Harry wouldn't have hated Draco so much. Hell, even in Draco hated me, he might still be healthy,' Oliver beat himself up over it.
"Mr. Wood, Miss LePorvre," Madame Pomphery was back. "I'm hoping to get some rest, would you be kind enough to sit with Draco through the night, you two could be of great help," she requested.
Oliver was about to protest until Kyle jumped in. "Oui, Madame, nos serions plus qu'heureux d'aider," she replied, pulling them into it.
Oliver had no idea what she had said but knew that he had just been forced into it. Professor Snape walked out of the room.
"Venir et m'obtenir si vous avez besoin de n'importe quoi," Madame Pomphery said pushing them into the room and then walked the other way. Oliver pulled a chair over to the bedside making the chair count two. He sat down, next to Kyle who had sat on the chair that had already been there. She slipped her hand around Draco's lifeless hand. Oliver simply looked at his golden hair. He reminded himself to breathe as he searched the unmoving body of his former love. He hated being so helpless.
"Bonjour, mon amour," she whispered to Draco with her purring voice. They sat there together as Kyle continued to speak softly to Draco for about an hour and half. She talked about everything she could think of, right down the tow "annoying mole" on the end of professor Flick's nose. This only made Oliver smile as he watched her slip in and out of French while telling her stories. Suddenly she stopped and looked at Oliver.
"Oh my," she said. "I have nothing more to talk about," she surrendered.
Oliver let out a short laugh at her horror struck face. He smiled as he stood and walked to the bookshelf. He pulled a book off the shelf the title was faded but Oliver could just read the words "The Philosopher's Stone" and the book was written by a strangely familiar author, J.K. Rowling. He carried it over to the bed, opened it, and began to read aloud. He was confused to find all the names in the book were completely erased but he improvised by using the names of his fellow Hogwarts class members. Through the night Oliver and Kyle took turns reading as the other slept. Kyle's singing voice seemed to lull Oliver into a heavenly dream.
a/n: Reviews are nice and sometimes funny, if you review you'll be somebody. (ok, so it doesn't rhyme - wanna fight?)