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Chapter Four- Scream

Draco Malfoy walked slowly down the corridor. There it was. A small sign hung above the door, reading Hospital Wing. Draco took a deep breath and stepped inside.

A smell of disinfectant instantly invaded his nostrils, making him cringe. It smelled like a hospital. He repressed a shudder. He had bad experiences with hospitals.

Once, when he was four, he had been out playing. This was a rare occurrence with Lucius as a father, so Draco was taking full advantage of his time outside. He had first gone to the park and found the seesaw absolutely fascinating. He had been playing on the seesaw when another boy came up to him. He began to sneer at Draco and make fun of his robes. He had commented on his hair also, and that was it. Draco jumped up and attacked the boy. He had gotten in a few right hooks before the other boy pulled out a knife. Before Draco could react, he had sliced his arm open, leaving Draco to deal with a kind of pain he had never experienced before.

A kind old man had brought Draco to a hospital where Draco fought everything they did to try and help him. He had shouted at them that he was a wizard and he would curse them to little bits. Caught up in his screaming, he threatened them with every curse he knew. He had obviously managed to scare a whole lot of them, because they did what they wouldn't do to any other four-year-old child. They had brought him into the mental ward and locked him in. Try as he could, Draco hadn't been able to find a way out. He cried himself to sleep.

His father had come in during the middle of the night and taken him out, much to Draco's relief. After berating him for being so stupid, his father had beaten him cruelly. Draco had hated hospitals ever since.

Snapping back to present time, he looked at the nearest bed and saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Hermione Granger was laying unconscious in her bed, her face unnaturally pale, her eyes sunken in, her bones sticking out from under her skin, every one of her ribs showing. Dear Merlin, who knew it was that bad?

She stirred and sleepily opened one of her eyes. Draco froze, caught. Hermione sat up in her bed, staring at him.

"What the hell are you doing watching me, Malfoy?" Her voice was untrusting and spiteful. Draco nearly cringed before remembering it was Granger. The girl he hated, the Mudblood, the Know-It-All, the annoying self-righteous, house elf supporting freak.

"Like I would willingly look at you, Mudblood. I was just coming to ask Madame Pomfrey something. Would you mind not putting your nose in other people's business?" He sneered at her, hiding his true feelings. He was worried. About Granger. Merlin, he really needed sleep.

Draco walked out of the Hospital Wing, muttering something about a 'bloody conscience.' Hermione stared after him. Didn't he want to ask Madame Pomfrey about something?

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Draco slammed his fist into the wall. He didn't even feel the pain. God damn it! Why did he have to have a bloody heart? He had been worried! About Granger! Dear Merlin, why in the bloody hell would he do that? Something was wrong with him. He was sure of it.

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Hermione slumped down in her bed. Merlin, this robe was uncomfortable. Maybe she could ask Madame Pomfrey for a different one. However, her voice was feeling weak, and she didn't particularly feel like yelling, so she slowly got up out of the bed.

Walking across the room, she reached the office. Somehow this seemed a great accomplishment. She opened the door only to find something that made her heart freeze in terror. Hermione's scream was caught in her throat, and all she could do was watch while one of her worst nightmares was coming true in front of her very eyes.