Length:1,602 words (to this chapter)
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Status: WIP
Chapter two
Is it just me, or is it just every one look pretty happy? What for?
Draco was in the Great Hall eating breakfast, and near by him, all his housemate look pretty happy, or at list pretty pleased with something. But what?
He didn't like that.
And what, nobody bother their ass to put a word to him about why they are so 'happy' about.
He looks at the other tables (although in the Gryffindor was missing a lot of student), and all they're sitters look usual.
It seems that it's only in his house. But what the hell had happening!
He didn't like when hide things from him.
Shook his head, he takes green apple from the fruit bawl, and exited from the hall to his first class.
When he got to the fifth floor, he thought he understand what the Slytherins grinned so much, and understand where were the others missing Gryffindors; he saw all the uppers Gryffindor, fifth year till seventh, half naked, and soaked water.
The 'soaked water' thing he could understand – from the yelling on Peeves.
Buy why they were half naked?
He grinned; despite things, its still was funny! To see Weasley with a blanket fasten to his body, hopeless and totally wet.
"What are you laughing for, Malfoy?" a voice full of venom behind him.
He turned around, and raised his eyebrow; Harry Potter, with a blanket wrapped around his body as a toga.
His stomach had a loop. "You are, I supposed." He retorted.
The weasel approached to them. "You're the one that do this to us, don't you? Come here to see the result of your childish behavior?"
Draco narrows his eyes in hateful. Some things are never change.
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid git." He turns to Potter, "Live me alone." And go from there to his Arithmansy class.
It a little hurt him that the Weasel came to him in blame.
Buy what are you want him to say? He knows you as the little bloody Ferret. He doesn't know that you're change. Anybody's doesn't know. What are you offer?
But in the other hand… Potter with a toga. Just to drool.
Well, to forget that, you have class now. You need to concentrate.
He put his diagrams out of his bag and waits to his teacher get to the class.
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Saturday was Hogsmead weekend, he was a little happy to have a fresh air by the town.
And more than that, he wants to try the Firewhisky, he always want, but now that he become to age nearly four month ago, he can try it without any problems of age.
He first do a little walk around the town, buy a book, and then he buy his bottle of Firewhisky.
MARLIN it is burn!
After a few shots, he become used to the taste, it was rather have a nice taste, if you ignore the burning thing.
The blond turn to a deserted ally when he finished his small bottle, he felt a light dizziness.
He leans on the wall for a few moments before he collapsed on the ground. He was still in consciousness, but he was not able to move. He stared blankly at the cloudy sky, so many times he have this expression.
He heard laugh. Maybe this laugher would like to help him? Or maybe not, and he would be stack here in this very comfortable expression until someone would notice about his disappearances.
To his fortunately, the laugher past by his ally and he may notice him, but to his unfortunately the laugher have a black messy hair and emerald eyes, oh, and he was a Gryffindor too.
The now hurry Gryffindor have a look of concern on his face.
Potter draw nearer to him, and then he scream his name, wishing him to answer him.
"Malfoy! Malfoy, do you hear me? Please, talk to me." Say the raven-hair.
Draco still doesn't move, just his eyes, slowly looking at the greenish eyes of the other in numb.
Potter look frightened. "Malfoy! Please, talk to me, say something…"
Nothing. Even if he was able to talk, he wouldn't say something.
Right now, he wants Potter live him there, wither.
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Very shiny bright light blind his eyes when he try to open them.
Where was he?
He couldn't remember nothing… where was he and what happened?
"Mr. Malfoy? Are you awake?" said familiar voice near him.
He tried to open slowly his eyes; the light didn't seem so much blinding after all.
He was in the Infirmary, and Madam Pomfrey was in his left side, smiling at him.
"You awake," said another voice to his right, it was Potter on a chair. What did he was doing here?
"What happened?" Draco asks immediately.
The medi-witch sighed. "You were poisoned, Mr. Potter here found you at an abandon ally in Hogsmead five days ago. He said that you weren't talk to him when he asks you to, and that you couldn't – visible – move. You remember now what happened?" she asks in concerned.
The nurse never had talk to him in concerned when he ever was here. Because the Mask, silly.
But he could see some possible image that could be what had happened. But Merlin, he was poisoned!
"I think so" his vice was so bloody weak, and he felt like this also. "I was drinking…" he didn't want the nurse to know what he had drink, who knows who she tells. "A drink, then I goes to an ally, and I start to feel dizzy… I think my legs crashed, and I couldn't move… and I felt like I just want to stay there forever…" he mumbled in the end.
He looks at Potter, who looks through though. "Which drink you drunk, and where did you buy him?"
Draco felt a small hit on his cheeks before he speak. "A Firewhisky, from the disgusting pub in the right turn in the first crossroads." He said, more then a whispered.
Potter raises his eyebrow in surprise. "A Firewhisky?" he repeats.
Draco felt his hit stronger. Why Potter ask this in front of the Medi-witch? He nodded.
The Slytherin could hear the 'tsk' of the old nurse. And want to bury him with a shame. The "educate" from home still stay in his mind, no matter what.
"Well… err… what kind of poison did it was?" The blond ask. "Will it dangerous?"
"Mr. Malfoy, if it was dangerous, you wouldn't be here, in this state. It was numbness-blackout- stupor one. Do you know who possibly could do this to you?" The nurse asks.
"Err… no. It could be my father, perhaps? Or any of the Slytherins…?" he really doesn't know who could possibly do it, but his suspicious are understandable.
"Your father?" Potter and Pomfrey burst. "Wha-?" Potter look stunned.
"Get out of it, Potter. Its not like you didn't know he was like that." Draco irritated.
Potter just look through a shock. "Still, he is your Father, how could he treat you like that? You still his hair stuff…" he mumbled at the end of the sentence.
"Looks like he could." Darco said stiff.
"Err… I'm sorry…" Potter murmured.
"About what?"
The other boy just shrugged. Draco rolled his eyes. He can be very jerk sometimes…
"Madam Pomfrey," he turned to the nurse, who was quiet all this time. "What my… state right now? When would I leave the infirmary?"
The witch looks like she was in a deep though. "You still can't remove your limbs, and it is good that you can talk with us. I gave you some potion that will stimulate and arouse you, but if all what it could do was to make you from the chest, up; I think that only the time could do his own. You would stay until you can move by yourself, have a nice interval, if you want me for something, just call, I'm in my office." She smiled to him and left.
"Potter?" he asks him after a few minutes.
"Yes?"
"Why are you here? Why do you help me?" he couldn't see his face, though, he couldn't see his expression.
"I err… I was with my friends that day, I was hopping to go somewhere near to where I found you, when I found you it was like you where dead. You didn't move, didn't reply to me, you didn't even blink. You just lay there and stared with no expression, cold like an ice. What do you've been doing in that position? All I could think about was what the hell the matter with you, and why didn't you respond, and go straight to the hospital wing. And I was sat here as well five days just to know how are you."
"But why?" he asks in quiet voice.
He could feel Potter's blush and sheepishness, but didn't say anything about it. "I'm still Gryffindor, you know." He excuses.
"Oh right, the Golden Boy must save anyone who's in hurt…" he said nastily. From some reason he felt anger about Potter.
"It wasn't something like that at all! I was just was there… maybe I shouldn't save you at all!"
Draco was absolutely furious by now. "Go the fuck away from me, Potter. Live me fucking alone!"
"So be it. I'm sorry I even trying… urgh!" and he go away.
Trying what?
Draco wasn't feeling very well as he thought he would when Potter would go. He felt an urge to cry until he gets to sleep, and he did.
It wasn't a pleasant sleep, though.
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A/N:
Hmm... Now it goes a little where I wanted this story to be.
I really sorry if it too rush, but all the weeks of the 'beginning of the school year' are not important at all, that why I'm skip to the point; late October-December.
Please leave a review for I can update sooner (review give me motivation)