A/N: AHHH! I got over 100 reviews! I am so proud of myself that I can't help smiling. I am so happy and thanks to ALL of you I have made it this far. Wow I sound so cheesy. Let me celebrate by me updating my 18th chapter. It's kind of long but I'm sure all of you like that. ENJOY!
Chapter 18 – Catfight
Recap:
"It's weird that after you dumped a girl, I get attracted to one finally," he commented. "Thanks ol' buddy!" he laughed.
His anger rose a bit, "Can we stop arguing over the Granger issue?"
"Sure, but who's arguing?"
His eyes drooped a little and his head became dizzy all over a sudden.
"Hey Malfoy, are you feeling okay in there?" Blaise asked.
"I dunno,"
He bent his knees and all of a sudden, everything went dark.
"Someone help here!" Blaise shouted.
"What's all this?" someone cried.
A crowd had gathered and stooped over the two young men lying on the floor. They were outside Flitwick's office when Malfoy had collapsed.
"Move over all of your filthy people!" someone cried out. Pansy Parkinson had stormed through the crowd gathering and shoved away the people surrounding her.
"Who did this!" she cried out.
"Oh shut up Parkinson," Blaise said annoyed.
"I don't care what you think Zabini," she sneered. She pushed him aside and laid Draco's head on her arms.
"It was probably from all the stress you gave him and the troubles of being Head Boy," she sputtered.
"He just fell," Blaise tried to explain.
"Alright, alright," Flitwick shouted. Everyone bend their heads down to see him next to the two arguing.
"Take him to the Hospital Wing at once," he directed.
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McGonagall had stepped in and murmured to Professor Flitwick, "I knew that this would happen," she leaned closer and whispered, "Mr. Malfoy has no sense of self control,"
Pansy Parkinson had been seen wandering the halls shouting, "Who ever did this shall be punished!"
Gossip about the great Malfoy's fall had spread easily like news of Voldemort's return 3 years ago. By lunch the Great Hall had shrieks and rumors about what had probably happened but not really.
"Ate something his father told him to," one had said over in the Hufflepuff table.
"Probably a spell that backfired," said another, "You know how he's always picking on others," the others nodded. "It's 'bout time he got a taste of his own medicine," he exclaimed.
"What's everyone talking about?" Hermione asked, taking a bite of pasta.
"You haven't heard!" cried Colin Creevey on the other side of the table.
"No, why? Should I have?" she asked.
"The whole school talking about it. It seemed that Malfoy's fallen,"
"Fallen?" she asked again.
"Collapsed," he answered.
"Oh dear!" she cried. "Where is he now?"
"In the Hospital Wing I suppose. Where else?"
"I need to – well …" she paused and thought for a moment.
"I certainly hope he gets better," Lavender added with a smile.
"Why?" Hermione asked, getting a bit too protective for her own good.
"Calm down Granger, no need to worry now," she reassured, snickering and laughing along with the Patel sisters.
"I'm just curious to know what you think,"
"Oh, just that his cute little face of his would go to waste," she answered, roaring into more laughter.
The heat in Hermione's face seemed to rise a bit. She held her wand tightly and counted to 10. It didn't work.
"He may not be just a pretty face," she said through gritting teeth.
"If he's not then you must have seen the rest then haven't you?" she asked. She giggled.
"No!" Hermione protested. "I think that…oh you are just… so frustrating!" Her cheeks flushed pink and her palms were held tightly together.
Ron and Harry and come back and strolled along.
"Hermione!" Ron called out. "Why are you standing?"
Harry laughed, "Did you hear 'bout what happened to Malfoy," he laughed some more and shouted, "Some hit eh?"
She turned to face him and said, "YES! Yes I know what happened to Malfoy. I was just telling Lavender here just how much I know,"
"But you weren't telling…" Lavender started.
"It doesn't matter!" she intruded. "What matters right now to me is to finish my pasta," she spat, sighing she took her seat and sat down.
"Anger management she needs," one of them whispered.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," Hermione muttered, twirling her pasta. "They're just bratty no good whores,"
"Now don't say that," Harry said but Hermione waved it off.
"They assume everything," she said, "No need for any decent facts. Just rumors for god's sake. You shouldn't believe them,"
"I never said…"
"They don't belong in Gryffindor," she said, shaking her head.
"What?"
"I need to go. I think I'm suddenly full," she replied.
She whipped her mouth with a maroon napkin and stood up with her things.
"There's still some time before we have to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron replied.
"I know I know," she said.
As she was getting up she heard one of the three say, "Bet she's going to the library again," they giggled with laughter. "She sticks her pretty little nose in the Restricted section I bet," Lavender laughed but said, "She's just a goody two-shoes, she wouldn't do that," They laughed again.
Hyenas Hermione thought. They laugh like hyenas.
She strutted off and stopped at the Hospital Wing.
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"Hermione," Samantha greeted her. "Why are you here during lunch?" she asked.
"I came here to see Malfoy," she answered.
"He's sleeping," she answered.
"Can I see him?"
"Can you make it a quick look?"
Hermione nodded.
"Okay,"
She led the way to the end of the Wing where Malfoy laid. His face was plain. Even peaceful.
He doesn't look hurt. She said to herself. "He's alright?" she asked.
"Yes," Samantha answered, putting down a jug of water. "Just … just a bit tired I suppose,"
"Tired?" she asked.
"Being Head boy does have their disadvantages,"
"But I'm Head Girl,"
"You're very strong," she said.
"I am?"
"Yes dear," Samantha looked at the clock ticking against the wall and said, "Well, its better that you leave now," She suggested.
"Is it time already?"
"You should get an early start,"
It wasn't long before Samantha herself had closed the door when Hermione had left.
"Very peculiar of her," she murmured to herself.
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Draco had opened his eyes to find himself at the hospital wing. The white sheets covered most of his body. A jug of water lay on the side of him at a table where Samantha greeted him.
"You slept well I suppose?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, his voice scratched. "How did this happen? I remember..."
"You fell into a slight sleep," she answered. "It was the work of the potion inside of you,"
"The potion?" he asked. She nodded, "Yes, the potion," he said, "Right. How long have I slept?" he asked.
"Judging by the sun about 2 hours," she answered.
"Was the cause my anger?" he asked.
"If you were angry then yes," she explained.
"It's almost time for dinner then," he concluded.
"Yes," she answered. She handed him a glass of water. "Do you feel up to it?" she asked.
"I think so…what do you think?"
"My opinion is not what's important. I can suggest that you get some rest but I can't control what you're going to do,"
"That's not what Madame Pomfrey would say,"
"Do I look like Madame Pomfrey?"
"No," he grinned, "Not a bit,"
"Get your clothes and dirty mind out of here!" she said smiling, pointing her finger toward the exit.
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Hermione had come back from Care of Magical Creatures when she bumped into Lavender.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"Opps!" Lavender cried, dropping her books. "Since you dropped them you'd better pick them up,"
"When did you get to act like such a prick?" Hermione asked.
"When I found out people actually listen," she said smiling.
"Well you should pick it up on your own," she said.
"Don't talk to me that way!" Lavender cried.
"I'm Head Girl!" Hermione shrieked.
Lavender picked up her books and shoved Hermione aside.
Hermione grabbed her shoulder, took out her wand and yelled "Silencio!"
Immediately Lavender turned around and opened her mouth. Unfortunately for her, no sound had come out.
She stomped her foot and muttered something that made no sound.
"Maybe that'll teach you something about talking to the 'book worm'" Hermione replied, walking away.
There seemed no reply but then again, there couldn't have been one in the first place.
A/N: Well… I think I finished this one pretty fast. Just a bit of touching up. Please tell me what you think about the dialogue in this chapter. I worked really hard on it and hoping for some feedback. Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it!
