by Jas

Harry's POV

I return to the Gryffindor Tower. All I can think of is Malfoy, Malfoy and more Malfoy. Why? It's not like it's the first time I've landed him in hospital. It's different now, says the annoying, small voice in my head. What could possibly be so different?
I find myself back in front of the Fat Lady. Now how am I going to get in without being seen...? No one knows I've gone out, and the portrait cannot open by itself. Hmm... Guess I'll just have to slip in, hopefully no one spots me.
No one does notice, because the Common Room is still packed.
I wash up, the water stings my lip. Well, at least it's no longer bleeding. I go up to the Boy's Dormitory, and flop onto my bed. I fall asleep almost immediately.

A Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. The whole school is watching the game. It starts to rain. Then suddenly, Lee Jordan announces that Slytherin had won. The Slytherin stand erupts into cheers. I am glad. Everyone returns to the castle. Ron and Hermione follow the rest of the Gryffindors to the Great Hall. I tell them I am going to the library. But I end up walking to the Slytherin changing room. It is empty except for Malfoy; he is still in his Quidditch Robes and his back is facing the entrance. His hair is damp; he looks incredibly attractive. He says, "Hey Crabbe, give me a minute." No answer. He spins around. "What are you doing here?" I continue to walk towards him. It happens so quickly and I don't realize that my hands are pressed against the lockers, with Malfoy in the middle. There is a long silence. My face moves closer, and closer...and then he disappears.
What? Was I about to...?

Nonononono. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is... Ron?
Ron is standing at the side of my bed. "Sorry, you were having a nightmare or something."
"Oh... yeah, I was." I did not just dream of that; still unsure.
"C'mon, let's go for breakfast. Hermione's already waiting."



Throughout the day, I didn't see Malfoy at all. And throughout the day, I was again, thinking about him. Perhaps he's still in the Hospital Wing, and Madam Pomfrey won't let him out for classes, even though she's probably already fixed his bones. Everyone knew how fussy Madam Pomfrey was.
I swear I'll soon have a fever from worrying about that boy the whole day. Maybe I already have one. This is all too ridiculous.