HELLO ALL YOU LOVERLY, LOVERLY PERSONS

LONG STORY SHORT...

1. COMPUTER FILES GO... POOF

2. SCHOOL GOES... SLAP in the face, like 5 times

3. UPDATING DOESNT HAPPEN

BUT NEVER FEAR I AM BACK WITH AEXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER (SORRY) AND HOPEFULLY A LOT MORE UPDATING TO COME...

NOW WHEN I CLAP MY HANDS YOU WILL WAKE UP AND READ, AND WHEN I SNAP 3 TIMES YOU WILL GIVE ME WONDEROUS REVIEWS (PLEASE)...

CLAP

Draco sat patiently in the waiting room as Imber had her examination. Draco never liked hospitals and just sitting there was making him

very nervous, and when he got nervous he got fidgety. He sat there, tapping his fingers against a table, moving his knee up and down,

until the lady at the desk looked like she would wring his neck. He found the air in the room stuck in his throat, and was it getting

severely stuffy in here or was it just him? He was just thirsty, that was all. He would go for a walk and find a drink. He asked the lady,

who was all too happy to be rid of him. She pointed him down a hall, and he was off, walking and walking. His lonely footsteps echoed

and the halls became longer and longer, until a sterile stench overtook his body and he stumbled. A nearby door was the only thing

stopping his collision with the floor. Regaining composure, he turned to see whose door had broken his fall. A chart peeked out of the

folder on the door.

PATIENT: Potter, Harry James

PATIENT I.D.: 3464567566AGE: 18 SEX: m D.O.B.: 06/30/86

DIAGNOSIS: coma due to head injury, patient suffered extreme head trama due to…

The rest was cut off. Draco didn't dare go through the rest of Potter's files, as curious as he was, in fear that someone would catch him.

But that didn't mean he couldn't snoop a little. He peeked through the small glass window on the door. The only person occupying the

room at the time was its current patient. Slowly he opened the door, stepped through, and shut it quickly behind him. The first thing

Draco noticed in the room was its austerity. Lght from a half open window splayed across the few pieces of medical equipment, casting

eerie shadows onto the white, drab walls. There was a small chair in the corner of the room, and a shabby trunk, which he recognized as

the same one Potter used at school. Overall the room was bleak and depressing, and in the middle of it all was Potter himself. Oddly

enough, the only thing Draco could think of was how small Potter looked in the hospital bed. It wasn't necessarily his scrawniness,

although Draco wouldn't deny the boy had lost weight. He just looked small, very different, and Draco couldn't put his finger on how.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by the echo of footsteps in the hallway. Quickly, he ducked behind the door as it opened. A young,

chubby nurse walked into the room.

"Hello Harry, dear. Time for your afternoon checkup."

She sighed as she rolled back the covers and propped him up. Wedged between the door and the wall, Draco tried to maneuver himself

into a semi-comfortable position, hoping he could wait there unnoticed.

"Oh dear me! I'll have to go get something for that."

Draco ducked down, as the nurse went off to fetch whatever she needed. He propped himself up, to see what the nurse was exclaiming

about, but he couldn't see a thing. The nurse was back and he was back behind the door. It seemed like hours before the nurse said,

"Ok, Harry, all done for today," and left.

Draco rose and crept out of the room. He closed the door, paused, and then looked back again. He looked innocent, he finally decided.

The weight of the world was finally off his shoulders.

SNAP SNAP SNAP