The Dreams of Reality

Co-Authors: Jelisee and Obscene Maureen


Chapter 3: The Hospital Wing: Bumps and Bruises

Humiliated. Angry. Upset.

Those were the words going through the mind of Draco Malfoy as he walked to the Hospital Wing that night.

He acknowledged that he, a Malfoy, suddenly had an unusual admiration for his archenemy.

And what thanks does he get? Oh, gee, a Bat-Bogey hex, a detention, and a good hour or two with the boy whom he views as his arch nemesis.

Damn Society!

Of course, Draco probably deserved it. And why wouldn't he? He basically told Granger that she was a whore who would sleep with two men at once, when she was probably as innocent as any nun. In fact, Draco was already surprised she didn't attack him herself.

Instead, Potter did. Potter wasn't really even insulted, yet he stood up for his friend.

A small smile played on Draco Malfoy's lips.

Perhaps detention with Potter wouldn't be as bad as he originally thought it would be.


When Draco arrived at the Hospital Wing, he noticed that Harry was already there, and Madam Pomfrey was instructing him what to do.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, come in." Madam Pomfrey said. "I was showing Mr. Potter how to scrub the bedpans; which might I add, shall be your task for the next two hours."

"Oh, but it will only take a minute." Draco replied cheerfully.

"Oh, but it won't." Madam Pomfrey replied, imitating Draco's cheerfulness.

"Oh, but it will."

"Mr. Malfoy, I don't recall you ever having detention in the Hospital Wing; nor have you done other sorts of manual labor during detention. Here we perform our tasks manually, WITHOUT MAGIC."

"WHAT?" Draco bellowed. "You want me, Draco Malfoy, to scrub those filthy, disgusting bedpans with MY OWN BARE HANDS?"

Potter gave a small chuckle in the background, while Madam Pomfrey looked amused.

"Why, we certainly wouldn't make you clean the bedpans with your own bare hands…"

"I shall hope not…"

"You use this." Madam Pomfrey tossed him a sponge.

Draco stared in horror from the sponge to the bedpans, then back again.

"But why not use magic?" He said, now disturbed to the point his voice was a high-pitched shriek. "Magic is even cleaner! Why do we need to go through all this trouble?"

"And that, my dear, is why we call it detention. Potter will show you how; I've instructed him. As for me, I will quickly flee to the Staff's Lounge. Tuesday is Karaoke night." With that, Madam Pomfrey slammed the door behind her.

Draco stared open-mouthed at the doorway for about 20 seconds of complete silence, before it was interrupted by Potter himself.

"Well let's get to it…Malfoy." Harry said with a smirk on his face. Harry knew that Draco had probably never done any non-magical chore in his life.

"Um…now Potter, I have a better idea: why don't you just do the chores yourself? I, for one, have better use of my time. Besides, you're probably well suited for chores: you have already been the lowly servant for those Muggle filth whom you live with. I bet you didn't even need Madam Pomfrey's instruction." Draco knew that was mean, but no way was he going to let Potter know that Draco really liked him.

"Shut up." Harry replied.

"I—" Draco decided it was better if he didn't say anything, so he quieted down.

"You were the one who got me into this mess, anyway."

"What? How so?"

"You provoked me. If it weren't for your insults to Ron and Hermione, I wouldn't have snapped!"

"But I didn't even insult you!" Draco yelled back.

"And why is that?"

"I—well—" Draco began.

"Yes?"

"I couldn't think of anything to say, so I picked on Weasley and Granger instead!" Draco lied.

"You're a prick, Malfoy."

"Now wait just a minute here—"

"You're a prick—an arrogant, selfish little prick who has nothing better to do than to pick on me and my friends!" Harry took out his wand, and pointed it at Draco's forehead. "And you know what? I've had it. I've had it for the past year, for the past five years, and you've gotten down to my last nerve. I've stood up to Voldemort several times, and its time that I stand up to you. And like Hermione said earlier today, there is a right time and a wrong time to use violence. Since Madam Pomfrey left, I'd say that this is the right time." Harry said, gritting his teeth.

"Hey!" Draco whipped out his wand from under his robes as well. "Have you gone mad?"

"You're the one who's been crazy all this time." Harry snapped back.

Then to Draco's shock, Harry raised his wand and pointed directly at Draco for the second time that day.

"Reducto!" Harry boomed.

Draco instantly felt an extreme pain hit him in the stomach, as if he were punched. Gasping, he pointed his wand back at Harry. "Petrificus Totalus!"

A beam of light headed straight for Harry, but Harry quickly dodged it as the spell hit one of the hospital wing drawers.

Harry pointed his wand back at Draco. "Stupefy!"

Imitating what Harry did before, Draco dove to the side as he avoided the beam of red light that narrowly missed his shoulder. "Colloportus!" Draco yelled as he pointed his wand back towards Harry.

Unfortunately, Draco then remembered what that spell did.

He then dove for cover, crashing face-first into the floor as Harry, drawn up into the air by the spell, was hurled towards him. Luckily for Draco, Harry sailed over him by about 4 inches, and they both crashed into the opposite walls of the Hospital Wing.

Even though both boys were badly hurt, they directed their wands towards each other again.

"Expelliarmus!" Both cried at the same time. Harry's wand flew up onto the top of one of the shelves, while Draco's wand landed under a bed.

Thinking that the fight was over, Draco put both hands on his knees and took a deep breath, winded, when—

"ARGHHHHHH!"

Harry charged headfirst into Draco, and both boys crashed backwards into a large medicine cabinet. Draco let out a groan of pain as his back slammed into the metal panel of the cabinet. Draco then kneed Harry as hard as he could in the stomach.

He will DEFINITELY be feeling that tomorrow. Draco thought, and then winced when he straightened his back. And so shall I.

Harry then grabbed Draco by the shoulders and threw him backwards into the center of the room. Draco tripped as he fell backwards, and crashed onto one of the hospital beds.

He then saw the glimmer of his wand from under the bed. Aha! I can definitely beat Harry if I have my wand, because he's unarmed. Harry noticed it too, and as Draco dove for the wand, Harry climbed over the next bed.

When Draco grabbed his wand, he felt Harry's hand grip his wrist, so Draco himself wasn't able to use the wand. Harry's fingers then began attempting to pry Draco's wand away from his hand.

"Let go!" Draco hollered.

"No!"

"Let…GO!" With his left hand outstretched, Draco reached for Harry's face, and grabbed Harry's glasses. Draco successfully pulled the glasses off of the other boy's face, so Harry would no longer be able to see clearly.

Harry still maintained a firm hold on the wand in Draco's hand, and Harry tried to yank the wand out as hard as he could. When Draco wouldn't let go of it, Harry lifted his foot up to Draco's arm, and tried to press Draco's arm back, so Harry himself could have a complete hold of the wand.

"You know…" Draco yelped as Harry's shoe pressed painfully into his arm, "if somebody walked into the room…right…now, we'd look pretty…stupid." He said, straining as they both wrestled over the wand.

Harry suddenly stopped straining, and Draco, surprised, noticed that Harry's eyes were opened wide.

As Draco started to wonder why Harry stopped wrestling the wand from his hand, Harry quickly pushed the blonde boy off the bed.

"Hey, what's the big idea—" Draco began, when Harry reached for his glasses, got up, and hurried right out of the Hospital Wing.

BANG! The door slammed behind him, leaving Draco alone in the Hospital Wing.


Draco blinked.

What the hell was that?

Draco blinked again, not knowing why Harry Potter just fled. He started to climb off the floor himself, when he winced as a sharp pain shot up his stomach.

So I was right. Not only will I feel that tomorrow, but I'm feeling it already.

Then another thought crossed Draco's mind.

"HEY!" He yelled towards the empty corridor, "WE HAVEN'T CLEANED THE BEDPANS YET!"


Mini Author's Note: (Not by me, by your less-important, second class author, Obcene Maureen :P - Jelisee)

Now I'm oh so sorry we haven't been able to update in a couple days (no big deal I hope?) Now if you have any questions about using Cho Chang, and yes there has been some, please refer to the authors note in Chapter Two. Oh and I'm Obscene Maureen to all of you. I really shouldn't be doing an Authors Note since I'm barely an author. So yes this is my random babbling, hope you enjoy the story and G'day. Oh and review