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Chapter Six – Repaired, Yet Broken
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Draco spent most of the day in his room, thinking about the randomest things, until his mind stopped at classes – he hadn't gotten his schedule.
He got up and went into the common room to find Granger still admiring the kitchen an hour later.
"It's not such a big deal..." Draco said, opening the common room door which lead to the hall. He saw Granger give him a mean stare, and Draco shrugged and left down to the dungeons to find Professor Slughorn.
As his mind swept through the thoughts of schedules and classes and teachers and homework, he remembered that Granger hadn't been at breakfast either, and probably didn't get her schedule yet, too. He decided that he would make up for his rudeness and tell her that she could come with him to get his schedule from Slughorn, and then go to Lupin for hers.
He got back inside and Granger was sitting on the kitchen floor, reading a book.
"Yo, Granger..." Draco started, "Did you get your schedule yet?"
Granger jumped up quickly and clapped a hand to her forehead, "No! I completely forgot!"
"Right, well good I reminded you, come, we can go together then." Draco said, turning around and leaving out the door, first of course, Granger wasn't close enough to him for him to open the door for her.
"Well, that's nice of you, never thought you had it in you to remind me." Granger said, quietly.
"I already told you, I'm not what I seemed like for the past six years..." Draco groaned.
Granger stopped, "Malfoy, Lupin is that way." She said, pointing to another hallway which they had just passed.
"Granger, please, you don't really think that I was going to get only your schedule?" He said sceptically, "I haven't gotten mine either." He said, and walked further along the hallway down to the dungeons. He thought Granger went straight to Lupin, but heard footsteps, and knew she was following him.
"You don't have to follow me..." Draco growled.
"Yeah, well I don't really have anything to do for hte rest of hte day, so I might as well follow you." She said smartly.
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The pair reached the dungeons and Draco knocked on Slughorn's office door.
A voice came from inside, "Come in!" Draco obeyed and found Slughorn sitting at his desk, writing a note.
"Uh, sorry Professor, but I didn't recieve my schedule this morning." Draco told him.
"Oh yes! Where were you? I have your schedule right," Slughorn waved his wand, "here." And the schedule appeared in mid air. Slughorn snatched it and handed it to Draco.
"Thank you, Professor." Draco said, nodding his head, and backing out into the hall. Slughorn waved, and Draco felt himself crash into something.
"Do you ever watch where you're going?" Granger asked, trying to get up, but unable to because Draco was sitting on her.
"Ow, is all I can say." Draco said, rubbing his ankle. It felt as though he sprained it.
"Ow? You're sitting on me! Get off!" Granger said, trying to roll out from under him, but to no success.
"Well, Draco, I see you're getting off to a fine start on getting your final one." The two heard a voice. Draco looked up and saw Blaise grinning as wide as ever. Draco looked down, and figured what a starnge sight it must be, to find Granger squirming under Draco, so he tried to get up quickly, but had trouble, do to the fact that his ankle was in pain.
"No, Blaise, it's not what you think, I walked backwards and fell on top of her. Will you help me up?" Draco asked, extending his hand.
"Yeah, right, you planned this out," Blaise said, helping Draco up, "So that when someone came along, you could say you were walking backwards, and fell over, and you hurt your ankle, too. Right. Okay."
"Actually, I sprained it. And what the fuck? Why would I in the middle of the hallway, when Slughorn's office is two feet in front of me?"
"So it wouldn't look so suspicious. So that you could say exactly what you just said; why would you in front of Slughorns' office. And anyway, why was Granger with you? A coincidence?"
Draco looked down at Granger, who was looking at Blaise with an offended expression. Draco extended his hand to help her up, and she took it, and he heaved her up, though he almost fell forward, and had trouble catching his balance again because of his ankle.
"And, you just helped her up." Blaise added.
"Yeah, so? I was getting my schedule, because I never got mine at breakfast, and neither did Granger, because she didn't go to breakfast at all, so we were going to pick both of them up." Draco took out his schedule and waved it in front of Blaise.
"Yeah... Whatever..." Blaise said, sceptically.
"Oh, shut up and go away..." Draco said, limping away and toward the stairs that lead up. Granger dusted herself off, and hurried up the stairs behind Draco.
"What was that all about? Final one?" Granger asked.
"You don't want to know, Granger, so just stay out of it..." Draco sighed.
"Yes I do, as it includes me! Apparently! Please don't tell me that he thinks that we were –" She stopped.
"That we were what, Granger," Draco said, also stopping to look around at her expression.
She shot him an angry glance.
"What, that we were fucking?" Draco said, enjoying himself.
Granger shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, quickly, leaving Draco behind. He smiled to himself, but stopped when he realized that he couldn't really get anywhere fast.
"Crap..." He said out loud to himself. He had to heave himself to the Hospital Wing so he could get his ankle fixed.
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Half an hour later, he limped into the Hospital Wing, and took a seat on the nearest bed, exhaling, and gald he finally reached his destination.
Madame Pomfrey bustled in, "What have you done?"
"I... tripped, down the stairs... and I think I sprained my ankle" Draco told her, he could have said that he fell on top of Hermione, but that didn't sound good.
"Where did you trip?" She asked, quickly, and added, "Lay down on the bed."
Draco obeyed and said, "The dungeons."
"So you thought it was wise to get all the way up here alone from the dungeons? You could have damaged it even more!' She said angrily, as she rolled his pant leg.
Draco pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at his ankle. It was bleeding. Why was it bleeding? All he did was fall...
"It doesn't look like you sprained your ankle, but more like you broke it. But don't worry, I can mend it in a heartbeat, you'll just have to sit here for another three hours when I'm finished." She hurried over to a cabinet and pulled out some cloths and cleaned the wound up. It stung as she did so. Then she took out her wand again and muttered a spell, and Draco felt his ankle go back together.
"Okay..." Draco started slowly, "So now I just sit here for three hours?"
"Yes." She replied quickly.
"Right..." Draco said, laying his head down on the pillow.
"Oh, three hours isn't that much, so stop complaining. I've had people here for days!"
"Potter..." Draco muttered.
"Oh, Malfoy, stop complaining, I'm not going to let you out anyway!" Madame Pomfrey said, as she hurried back into her office.
i So now what do I do... /i Draco thought to himself. Was he just going to sit here for three hours? He wasn't tired enough to sleep... He decided to just stare at the ceiling. Maybe he'd be lucky and it'd start caving in. That way he'd have some action...
"Malfoy! I'm so sorry!"
Draco heard a voice, "Oh no..." He said to himself.
"I'm so sorry, I should have moved, but I thought that I would just teach you a lesson!" Draco turned and saw Granger hurrying over to his bed.
"Why the hell are you apologizing to me, you hate me!" Draco said, hoping she would leave. But then again, maybe time would pass by more quickly. She did look nicer than she had for the past six years.
"I do not hate you! I just..." She paused, "don't agree with you all the time!"
"Yeah, okay..." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"Anyway, I'm apologizing because it's the nice thing to do!"
"I wouldn't apologize to you if you had a broken ankle..." Draco murmered.
She gave him an angry glance, but then just said, "You broke your ankle? I thought you just sprained it! Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"I thought I sprained it, too, but, I see you can do more damage than just that."
"Fine! If you don't want me here, I'll just leave!"
"Good, peace and quiet." Draco said, turning on his side. He heard hurried footsteps and when they vanished, he sighed. Sure, his ankle wasn't broken anymore, but now Granger hated him even more, for sure. Okay, maybe not hated, but just disagreed with him on another thing...