The Famous Malfoy Smirk

Chapter Three:

This chapter is dedicated to Vampirelf. Thanks to you're awesome review (I loved it…it was great!), I got my butt back in gear, though unfortunately only for this story –shrugs- and wrote the next chapter!

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Who really cares, Draco thought, as if to rebuke himself for his supposing. It's just Potter.

Still, he was very tender as he wrapped his own cloak, which he had magically dried, around the other boy, not even thinking that he could do the same to the clothes the young savior had on himself.

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Carefully, he once more scooped the raven-haired boy up in his arms, trying not to jostle him as they moved down the stairs. He stopped at the foot of the tower, unsure where to take the Boy-Who-Lived. Severus, he supposed, might make a good choice, and, though he was sure his godfather would aid the Gryffindor, despite the grudge the two had against each other, he doubted it would be the best solution. It would raise too many questions from Dumbledore, the staff, and other students.

So, with a sigh, he made his way to the Hospital Wing, trying to figure out what he would tell the woman once he came across her. Surely she would suspect that he and Potter had been fighting, and how was he to get out of that one? That he had been strolling along, and had suddenly stumbled across him? Actually, he supposed, that just might work. He could have been taking a stroll out by the lake with the desire to clear his mind after hearing grievous news from home. He had decided to head towards the Quidditch pitch and sit in the stands. As he got closer, however, he saw someone in the sky, and after a large gust of wind, slip off his broom.

Draco, of course, being able to think as quickly as he was under stress, or really, in any circumstance, (here, he let out a devilish smirk) levitated the bloody moron quite easily to the ground of the Quidditch pitch. Quickly, he picked him up in his arms, banishing the broom (a school broom, he decided with a shake of his head, otherwise it might be too difficult to explain) to the closet, and hurriedly made his way to the infirmary. And, after his good deed was done, he would disappear back to the Slytherin common room, no one the wiser of his activities with the exception of a few select. Well, he wouldn't, per se, select those people to know any of his activities on a normal basis, but it was needed. Besides, he wasn't even choosing who would discover the truth, unfortunately.

He thought with a wicked smile that Potter would have to muddle his way through the rest of the story. That one might be interesting, as the fool wasn't a good liar at all. He was too much of a goody good Gryffindor, in some ways, to ever lie adequately. Or so Draco had always believed. But, thinking back, he realized that maybe-just maybe, as he would admit nothing else- there was more to the Boy Wonder than he cared to acknowledge.

Well, there was a strange thought. He quickly banished it to the back of his mind, not wanting to think further on the things that went on in Harry's head, or really Harry in general.

Coming to a stop before the Hospital Wing door, he entered slowly, trying to attract as little attention to himself as possible. Luckily, there was no one else in the room. After dropping the boy in his hands on the nearest bed, he called for the Medi-witch, careful to take a few steps away from Potter as he did. It wouldn't do to be seen fretting over him at all.

Finally, Pomfrey entered the room, a scowl marring the lines of her face. "Mr. Malfoy! This is a sick ward. There is no reason for you to be shouting, no reason at all. If you needed something, you could have come and knocked on my door, like any other person."

He kept in check the urge to blush, or the even stronger urge to say something totally offensive to the woman. Instead, he decided to ignore her rebuke and said, voice low, "I brought you a patient," and took another step away so she could clearly see the bed.

"What has young Potter done this time," she wondered under her breath before rushing over to the pale young man. Draco, figuring this was his chance to escape, attempted to slip from the room, but unfortunately, his plan was foiled by the hassled woman calling out, "I don't think so, Mr. Malfoy! Get back here and explain what happened. Usually you two fighting is the reason he is here, so you understand my caution."

Draco let out a sigh, but truthfully, he had expected nothing else. "Of course, Madam."

She looked at him sharply. "You will come back here and sit down by the bed. Once I am done with this one," she pointed at the patient in front of her, "you will explain how exactly he got in this predicament and how you found him."

After several minutes of sitting in the silent, white washed room, the aging woman turned her back on the injured student and towards the blond Slytherin, sitting so elegantly in his chair.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, to start?" She raised a brow, to which he responded with arching one of his own perfectly sculpted-just like everything else about him-brow.

"But of course. You see, during dinner, I heard grievous news from home, and decided that, in order to clear my head and work through my sorrow, I would take a walk down by the lake. It was storming outside, but I had my cloak on, and besides, as deep in my thoughts as I was, it really didn't bother me. After my walk around the lake, I decided to head towards the Quidditch pitch and sit in the stands for a few moments in order to think on my problems more in privacy. As I stepped onto the field, I glimpsed, during a flash of lightning, a lone figure flying in the sky, battling against the wind. Suddenly, the person's grip on the broom was lost, and he slipped from it and came crashing down to the ground. Luckily, I drew my wand and cast a levitation charm on him just in time. After gently setting him on the ground, I rushed over to the person, intent to discover who it was, and, imagine my surprise to find the still form of Potter, Hogwart's resident savior." He chuckled dryly and continued. "After throwing my cloak down on him, which I had since dried, I carried him up here," he concluded.

The nurse nodded her head. "That sounds palpable, Mr. Malfoy. You are free to go, but rest assured that, once Mr. Potter wakes up and tells his own story, if the two do not check, you will both be questioned by the head master." She waved him out of the infirmary, and gladly he left, heading for the Slytherin dorms, intent on getting a good night's rest to clear his thoughts, for, after this night, his head was full of conflicting ideas, and he had no idea what to believe. Better, he decided, to not form any other opinion of Potter, besides the fact that he is a complete dunderhead, until I have thought everything through.


This chapter is about 1200 words….Not that much, really, I suppose. But I'll hopefully update soon! Now, onto review responses…

Vampirelf: t

hanks so much for the review! As I stated earlier, I loved it. -grins- Anyway, I'm glad you like, and I hope you are just as interested in this chapter! -grins-

Queen Caira: Will do!

Chisai1213: Lol. I would suggest others as firsts, really, but I'm glad you liked! Oh, trust me, before I read my first Harry/Draco pairing (almost two years ago, now), I thought that Draco was a huge pain in the butt. Now, I think he's an awesome, sexy, evil, blond Slytherin! Lol. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it. But yeah, I understand what you mean. The idea of it is funny, I suppose, after all, who would think Harry and Draco, beloved enemies, would EVER get together? Lol. And I've been told that the way I word things is amusing, too, so -shrugs-. Actually, I get harassed about it quite a bit. -sighs and shakes head- Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

BlackieBrens: Lol. I will. And I'm glad you like it so far! I've read so many of these kinds, and I don't know...a lot of them just don't seem right, so I figured I'd add my own ideas to the list of cliches. -grins-

Sparklie-tangerines: Actually, that was my point. I kind of modelled Malfoy a bit after me in that part. -grins- And he seems like the type to screech when upset, doesn't he? Idk. Lol. Anwyay, thank you for the review!

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