Tru awoke again in the middle of the night the next night in a cold sweat after the same nightmare. She shook her head rapidly and ran her fingers through her hair. Sitting up, she looked out of the window. The moon wasn't full, but it still cast light onto her face and all around the room. Tru rubbed the back of her neck and tried to catch her breath but it was somehow caught in her chest. She could barely feel her hands and legs and her eyes seemed to be popping for some reason.
She slumped back onto the bed and closed her eyes, willing her headache to go away, but it wouldn't. She whimpered and looked at her night-sun dial. It was almost midnight. This had been going on for weeks now. IF it didn't stop soon, she would have to go to a doctor...
The next morning, Draco woke up in his bed from the loud clang of madame pomfrey dropping a tray of healing potions she was taking to a first year who had a horklump stuck in his behind. Draco looked around in a daze and then Madame Pomfrey approached him.
"How are you feeling Mister Malfoy?" she asked him. He stretched and sat up looking at her. "I'm feeling better. Can I please go to breakfast?" she nodded and he jumped out of bed and began to dress. He couldn't wait to get down there and yell in the face of that accursed, werewolf spawn of a girl. As soon as he dressed, he got his bandage changed to a clean one and left for breakfast.
The way he walked down the hall it was as though he was going to battle. All of the Slytherins followed him into the hall and over to where Tru and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. Tru at first, looked confused by all of the unwanted guests. Then she looked at Draco's bandage, and stood.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Tru said. Draco narrowed his eyes and got very close to her face, scowling. "Where do you get the GALL to do this to me?" he pointed to head and shoved her, making her fall back into her seat. Harry and Ron made to stand but Tru put a hand up.
"Why NOT do it to you Malfoy? Being the conceided, pompous, jerk that you are, I had every reason to." The Gryffindors all cheered. "I should do it right back to you. Associating with a mudblood, a poor person, a faker, and having that MAN for a father. You accursed werewolf spawn."
Tru was at a boiling point right now. "What did you say about my father?" she said through gritted teeth. "I just called him that MAN. But to be honest, he's a poor, ugly, werewolf." At this last word, Tru had socked him in the cheek and he was thrown back.He looked up at her expecting her to be looking down at him, she was looking at her hand in horror. She looked down at him and gave a strange laugh. But not long after ,the bell had rung, and she rushed from the hall, leaving everyone staring after her.
