Chapter Four – Un Chapitre Ennuyeux

(A/N: I am turning out chapters at a phenomenal rate (for me, anyway).

Woah.

Ooh, the title is French. Yay. I'm not sure if 'chapitre' is masculin or feminin. And it means 'A Boring Chapter', in case anyone's wondering. :)

I don't even know WHY I'm using French. I just gave a French oral presentation this afternoon, and by all means, I should be hating French and pointedly ignoring it. Oh well.

And it was just after I uploaded this and was checking for mistakes that I noticed Blaise's comment again. This chapter is kind of French-themed, ain't it?

Also, Hagrid's accent is really hard to do.)

Last time…

Draco was still standing there holding his jaw in place, still glaring at the spot where Harry had stood, still bleeding.

'Draco?' Blaise said timidly. It wasn't often he used this tone of voice. He was a Slytherin after all, and he had some pride.

Draco seemed to wake himself. 'What?' he snarled, whipping around to glare at Blaise.

'Uh…you might want to get that looked at,' said Blaise helpfully.

Draco glared at him some more, then turned around and stormed off to the hospital wing.

Harry angrily half-ran to Hagrid's hut. How dare he insult Hagrid like that! How dare he insult Harry like that! He had no right to do that! And here he thought Draco was his friend!

Well, if Draco thought he was below his station, then Harry certainly wasn't going to be friends with him.

Harry reached Hagrid's wooden hut and knocked on the door.

Hagrid pulled it open. 'C'min,' he said, and Harry stepped in. Hagrid closed the door behind him.

'Hi, Hagrid,' Harry said, as he sat down.

'So, how was yer firs' day at school, Harry?'

Harry told Hagrid all about his first week back. 'And I met this boy on the train, Ron Weasley, he seemed really nice at first, but then I got sorted into Slytherin, and –'

Hagrid looked taken aback. 'Yer really in Slytherin?'

Harry stared at him. 'Hadn't you heard?'

'Well, yeah, I heard, but I di'nt believe a word o' it,' said Hagrid, still looking a little shocked.

'You're not angry, are you?' Harry asked anxiously.

'Blimey…Slytherin, Harry…'

'Hagrid?'

'Wha'?' Hagrid jolted out of his thoughts. 'Sorry, Harry, this is a bit much fer me ter take…'

'Hagrid, I need to know…are you angry?'

'O' – o'course not, Harry…' Hagrid smiled at him, but it looked a little strained.

Harry chose not to notice this. 'Thanks, Hagrid.'

'Yer welcome…'

'Anyway, Hagrid, I met this boy, Ron Weasley, on the train, and he was really nice, but now that I'm in Slytherin, he seems to be avoiding me…'

'Ah, don' worry, Harry,' said Hagrid, waving a hand, looking relieved for something else to concentrate on. 'He'll come 'round soon.

'Ah, listen Harry, I got somethin' ter do, so…'

'Oh, sorry,' said Harry, standing up quickly. 'Thanks, Hagrid. You were a lot of help.'

'Don' worry abou' it,' said Hagrid. 'It'll work itself out, just yeh wait.'

Harry grinned at him and waved as he walked out the door.

Harry returned to his dorm. Blaise was still there, but he had fallen asleep. Harry went over to his desk, sat down, and began his Transfiguration homework.

Harry must have scraped his chair against the floor or something, because Blaise suddenly awoke with a start. 'Don't let the bunnies get me!'

Harry looked at him amusedly. 'Bunnies?'

'What?'

'Something about not letting the bunnies get you?'

'Oh…yeah,' said Blaise. 'That.' His expression grew serious. 'Harry, you know Draco –'

'Don't talk to me about him,' Harry interrupted furiously. 'You heard what he said. He insulted my friend, and he told me I was below his station. I can't forgive that easily, you know.'

Blaise looked disappointed. 'I guess I can understand that…' Then he suddenly broke into a grin. 'You've got a great right hook, you know.'

Harry laughed. 'Thanks.'

There was a pause.

'Uh…where is Draco, anyway?'

'I thought you said you didn't want to talk about him,' said Blaise amusedly.

'I don't,' Harry shrugged. 'I just want to talk TO him.'

'Ahh…don't you mean 'yell' at him?'

'Okay, you caught me,' said Harry, rolling his eyes. 'I just want to yell at him and break his nose this time.'

'Ouch.' Blaise grinned. 'You might not want to do that. Madame Pomfrey would kill you.'

'Who?'

'She's the nurse in the hospital wing. I like to call her theinfirmière.'

'Sounds French. Why?'

Blaise shrugged. 'It just sounds better, don't you think? Listen: infirmière. Doesn't it sound great?'

Harry rolled his eyes again. They were starting to hurt though, from all this eye-rolling. Mostly at the nonsensical things Blaise sometimes said. Harry decided to try and stop.

'Seriously though, you shouldn't talk to him yet. Even with his broken jaw, he's still strong enough and definitely angry enough to hurt you. A lot,' Blaise added. 'The only reason you're still alive is because he was probably too shocked about you hitting him. I mean really, like someone would ever dare to hit a Malfoy?'

'Is there anyway to deflate that ego of his?'

Blaise shook his head, smiling. 'No. He's too far gone.'

Harry sighed dramatically. 'How…tragic.'

'I know!'

Harry struggled not to roll his eyes. He needed some eye drops…he might as well go to the hospital wing, then.

'Listen, I'm going to the hospital wing to get some eye drops…my eyes really hurt from all this eye-rolling.'

Blaise shook his head sadly and sighed, not really listening all that much. 'You need to learn the art of rolling your eyes all the time without causing pain from overuse, Harry.'

'Is there even such a thing?'

Blaise shrugged. 'Who knows? I've never tried it.'

Harry stared at him.

'What?'

'Okay, I'm going now.'

'Bye,' said Blaise, turning back to his book and trying to find his page.

Harry shut the door.

'Aha! Found it!' Blaise said triumphantly, flipping to page 241. He began reading.

Suddenly he realised something. 'Did he say he was going to the hospital wing?' he said in alarm. 'Oh…shoot.' Blaise thought to himself, Note to self: learn to swear. Adds more drama.

He flung down his book and set off at a mad dash after Harry.

Harry walked along in the hall, eyes smarting. It was then that he realised that he had no idea where the hospital wing even was. He sighed and stopped, aiming to turn around and get Blaise to tell or show him where it was.

He looked to his right for no particular reason and saw a white door. The white door had a golden plaque on it. The white door which had a golden plaque on it said: 'Hospital Wing'. That was lucky, Harry thought, not even suspecting that this was the only way that he could have found the hospital wing without Blaise or Draco's help, which would sort of spoil the upcoming scene's drama, so the author had him find himself standing right next to it by what he thought was pure luck.

He turned the golden doorknob and swung the white door open.

'Hello?' he called, stepping in. 'Is anyone here? Madame Pomfrey?'

'Yes?' said a woman he presumed to be Madame Pomfrey, poking her head out from behind a blue curtain. 'Can I help you?'

'Yeah…uh, I was just wondering if I could get some eye drops…my eyes are starting to kind of hurt a little…'

'Well,' said Madame Pomfrey importantly, coming out from behind the curtains, 'what kind of pain is it? Do you know what caused it?'

'Uh…it doesn't really hurt THAT much, just, you know, it's starting to get kind of annoying…and I think it's because I've been, er, rolling my eyes too much.'

'Ah…well, that's perfectly normal, dear,' said Madame Pomfrey. Harry raised an eyebrow at being called 'dear', but she didn't seem to notice. 'Of course I have eye drops…sit down while I go and get them.' She bustled off.

Harry sat down in one of the chairs by the door and waited, looking around. The hospital wing was very…white. Kind of like the door.

'Can't take a little pain, eh, Potter?' said a mocking voice from behind the curtains. Harry jumped.

'What?'

'Are you deaf, Potter?' the voice had turned patronising.

'Draco?' Harry asked.

'Don't call me that,' said the voice sharply. 'Only my friends are allowed to call me that, and you are certainly no friend of mine, half-blood.'

Harry had shot to his feet. 'Don't call me that!' He didn't quite understand what the word meant, but the way Draco said it, it was sure to be nothing good.

Draco was cut off by Madame Pomfrey coming back, holding a small bottle of eye drops in her hand. 'Please don't antagonise my patients, dear, and here are your eye drops. Now, you have to tilt your head back, and drop precisely two drops into each eye. Okay, dear? Only two drops, or the overdose might cause some very unpleasant side effects,' she rattled off, holding out the bottle to Harry, who took it.

'I wasn't antagonising him!' Harry protested, barely listening to a word she was saying. 'He started it!'

'Well, I don't care who started it, just don't bother him, okay?' Before Harry could reply, Madam Pomfrey had disappeared behind the curtains surrounding Draco's bed again.

'Stupid git,' Harry muttered as he exited the hospital wing, bottle of eye drops in hand.

I always wanted to do this. I just kept forgetting. Anyway, thanks to reviewers! (to all reviewers)

Silo Well, you'll find out, won't you:) anotherpleb I have no idea. I never plan anything out. I suppose so, yeah…good idea. SugarGirl Thanks! And here's your chapter! Shadowface At your command…heh heh. japanese-jew First of all, 'retransmuted' isn't even a word. I know 'sorcery' isn't a word either, at least not used in that context, but I'm just like that. And I KNOW 'The Philosopher's Very Sorcery Stone' is lame. Lameness is my specialty. Also, I'd already decided on the password, hadn't I? And 'toujours pur' was already in OotP. I'm not going to plagiarise J.K. Rowling any more than I've already done. Possibly. I don't know. Not like that, anyway.