I Like Peas...

"I can't believe it. I mean I knew you were an idiot, but this is just suicidal, are you trying to kill us…."

"It was an accident, I ran into him. And will you stop trying to tell me off, you sound constipated"

"That's Draco Malfoy." there was a heavy pause. "You really fell out the stupid tree didn't you?"

It was very much like birds.

Birds twittering in his head. Albeit annoying birds whom, had no doubt caused the splitting headache he was now experiencing and birds whom he wanted very much to be squashed by a falling piano.

But birds never the less.

"Look he awake"

"Go away" Draco moaned sluggishly, rolling over to flash the twittering birds his unmarked back (unlike his beautiful, beautiful face, which he could feel was sore and swollen). Their shinning eyes blurred in his vision as he pressed his face into the harsh pillows of the hospital ward.

"Yep, its him."

"Draco…"

Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him violently. Dear god, didn't they realize he was recovering from an awful injury which could have dreadfully disfigured him! "Draco… We have to talk to you"

"Malfoy" he mumbled unconsciously, swatting the hands away from his face, not birds…flies.

"Will you wake up" the shove that accompanied the anger laced words was strong enough to send him tumbling out of bed, yet again hitting his agonising head against the floor. Not the face was his first thought, that was followed by They can't do that…my father…

"Now who's trying to kill people" the smug little voice sounded in the silence that followed. Draco gingerly got to his feet, pushing his white- blonde hair out of his eyes. To his utter disgust he found it plastered to his scalp with dried blood and ruffled worse than Grangers in a heat wave.

"I don't believe it" he growled, trying desperately to run his fingers through the knots that had somehow had been inflicted on him. This really was a very, very bad day. First his dignity now his hair!

Glowering he turned to the two boys, both slumped on chairs. "And who are you?" he demanded.

"Blake and Damien Gr.."

The boy was silenced by the sharp jab the older one gave him between the ribs.

"Why are you hitting me?" the pale eyed boy asked stupidly.

"shut up…" the other, hissed out the corner of his mouth.

Draco frowned, throwing back his hair in contempt, but in a graceful "because I'm worth it" kind of way. He should defiantly consider going on television, he'd make a fortune for L'Oreal.

"You look familiar do I know you"

"yes, sort of….or you will… kind of" The younger boy trailed of, looking puzzled. Idiot.

"What house are you in?" Malfoy questioned, slumping back onto the hospital bed.

"Hufflepuff" said Blake cheerfully, pushing his rather curly hair out his face. No bloody Hufflepuff hit like that!…. Oh god he'd just been beaten up by a Hufflepuff, a stupid one, whom must have been dropped, repeatedly, on his head at birth and was smaller than a first year.

This had to be the worse, most embarrassing day of Draco's life. He found he couldn't think of an insult to throw at the two boys that wouldn't end in him throwing a tantrum on the hospital floor, kicking his feet and screaming bloody murder.

So he settled for glaring. Yep, that was easy; glaring.

"Are you ok, you look like your about to be sick"

Ok, he was going to start screaming any minute now….

"Ignore him, he's on medication."

Blake looked almost offended as his older brother went on.

"We not really from here and despite beating you into a whimpering ball of mush…"

"Ok, ok lets not exaggerate" Draco hissed crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip sulky.

"..we don't actually want to hurt you"

"Well that makes me feel so much better" Draco mumbled dryly, settling for being sarcastic since the glaring wasn't working and the pouting was… well, it was pathetic.

"Who are you two anyway" he demanded.

"Haven't we done this already?" asked Blake tartly, almost smiling pleasantly. "We're here to watch over you and make sure you don't do anything utterly stupid and spineless."

"You've defiantly got the tactful thing working for you, Blake" Damien said dryly, remembering now why he hadn't wanted him to come. But there again, Draco was just a little bit self-obsessed and oblivious, maybe they would balance each other's faults out.

Draco resisted the urge to let his bottom lip wobble, he crossed his arms and stared at the youths. "I don't like you, go away" he said, rolling over to show them his back.

As if that would make them go away. Damien stared at his motionless figure in disgust.

"For god's sake Ronald!" The shrill cry that echoed through the hospital made Blake spin around wide eyed, looking very guilty. Almost he had heard it a lot.

"I think you should scold him later, Hermione" a rather flat voice said, "when he has full use of his tongue"

"Well maybe he should have thought of that before, he decided to drink a potion of questionable appearance and which smelt like a dead skunk …." the grating voice stopped as they came into view. The red headed boy in question was balanced precariously against a shorter black haired youth, who was trying to hobble along as the lanky frame of his friend dragged behind him.

All three griffendors sent seething glares at Malfoy, who was too busy trying to brush his hair with his fingers to notice or care.

"Hi"

Before Damien could stop him. Blake had disappeared and was hovering, grinning, in front of three very scared looking Gryffindors.

"So…. You're Harry Potter right?" He had a grin so wicked, Damien was sure Voldermort was green with envy somewhere.

"err… yes" The dark haired youth was staring at Blake as if he was the reincarnation of all evil.

Which wasn't really that far from the truth.

"So, Harry…."

"Blake!"

Damien unlike his brother was a very tactful and discrete person, that's why he managed to control his evil little brother now- in other words he threw a bedpan at his head.

Hermione stared at him in a I-think-you're-on-drugs way.

"ignore him… we're transfer students, he's not used to being around people"

"Well that explains it!" Draco sneered,

Hermione gave malfoy a death-come-swiftly glare, before helping Blake to his feet, the pale haired boy beamed up at her, he looked almost normal…if it wasn't for the fact that one of his eyes kept sliding away unfocused, rolling to stare at his shoes, and his smile was becoming a grin that Luna would have happily supported.

"I like peas…."

"Oh dear"

"He'll be fine, he has a very thick skull" Said Damien offhandedly, pushing his dark curling hair out his face.

"Right Mister Malfoy you can go, every thing is mended" Madam Pompfrey came bustling in, a whirl of heavy robes and fly away hair. "Back so soon," she asked, smiling happily at the golden trio plus Blake who was now trying to listen to the carpet's heartbeat.

Draco got up a sour expression on his face, his fingers still coiled into his pink tinted hair.

"nice hair Malfoy" murmured Harry, sniggering.

"You weedy little…"

"hmm" Madam Pompfrey waved her hand at the door, watching passively as Draco stormed out, cursing about the boy-who-lived-to-annoy-him.

Damien paused, watching Blake, "m…Hermione will you take care of him for a second."

"well actually.."

"Thanks" he interrupted, trying to pat her shoulder… and missing

Before followed the blonde Slytherin who was now literally howling in the corridor, they could see him jumping angrily up and down, his silhouette blurring in the glass.

"I like peas….."

Blake had now given up on the floor and was trying to eat Madam Pompfrey's robes.

The woman stared down at him wide eyed, "I really hope there's something wrong about him" she told them flatly.

Harry shrugged indifferently, "I haven't really noticed."

Sorry, It has been so long since the first chapter.

in this fic-HBP never happened, (i sure none of youguessed that...)

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