*waves new chapter in air as ducking flying objects* Okay, so I've currently raised my AP Economics grade, and that can be accredited to the fact that I haven't been writing in a while, so in my current good humor, I've decided to whip this chappie out. You guys have won the standoff:) *offers chappie as peace offering, then gets her butt outta there* Okay, well, as always, please review!
Chapter 15- The Irritated Nurse
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"RON! NO!"
Harry was too late. The curse that hit Draco sent him flying into the air. It was a hard curse, the Saxummobilius curse, that flew at a person as hard as a ton of bricks. Rather sharp bricks. Harry would have been impressed with such a difficult curse on Ron's part if it had been under different circumstances. Past circumstances.
"Harry! Gods are you okay?!" Hermione and Ron came huffing up to him from the thankfully deserted corridor, their footfalls echoing off the cold stone. Harry, however, did not answer them at once, but was on his knees inspecting the bloody and unconscious form of Malfoy on the floor. A great wave of frustration overcame him.
"What are you thinking, Ron?!" Ron looked taken aback at Harry, who was hunched over Malfoy in a seemingly caring matter. Didn't he realize he had almost been attacked by Malfoy? Even Hermione herself looked bewildered.
"Harry...? Are you okay? What's going on?" For the smartest girl in the school, Hermione could not understand what she was seeing before her eyes.
"I-I- Ron! Just what was going through your head?!" Harry couldn't leave it alone. His plan to start changing things in his life was already shattering before his eyes like so many pieces of glass. He checked Draco's pulse and tried to find the source of the blood that had somehow made it's way onto Harry's hands. Little to say, he was scared.
"What are you talking about?! Are you -blind-? That's Malfoy on the floor in front of you-!"
"I'm well aware of who it is, Ron!!" Harry was yelling at this point. He was so agitated by Ron's actions that he didn't care who heard, which was good as there were several heads poking out from behind corridor walls. Today the early risers were rewarded with first breakfast choice and a show.
"-He was going to attack you! We both saw him!!" Ron's face was starting to match the color of his hair from anger. He had just saved Harry from an attack, hadn't he?
"He wasn't doing anything to me! Gods, Ron! What in the he-!"
"POTTER! What the devil is going on here!?!" The imposing form of Severus Snape had made itself present in the stairwell behind Harry. His already incensed countenance took on an enraged look at the sight of the bloody, unconscious Slytherin lying upon the floor in front of him.
Harry stood up off the floor, trying to do some quick thinking. Angry or not, he wasn't about to sell out Ron. "Sir, it was an accident." Harry still, however, shot Ron a nasty look. A look which Snape, regrettably, caught, but didn't call. "Draco needs to go to the hospital right away."
Snape leered at Harry, and glared suspiciously at Ron. "Take him to the wing, Potter, and do not leave until I fetch you." Ron's jaw dropped. No points taken? No punishments? Who was this man and what had he done with Snape?
Harry cast a levitation spell on Draco and made to go to the hospital wing, but not without a fleeting glimpse at Ron and Hermione. They made to follow, but were stopped by Snape's cold voice. "Both of you to my office. NOW." He swept off down the corridor rather pissed at the fact that he wouldn't be receiving his breakfast anytime soon. Hermione looked exasperatedly at Ron. By the sound of the snickers and gossip around them, the incident was sure to be around the school by the time breakfast was over.
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"Can you hear me? Draco?" Harry kept talking to his levitating charge as he made his way back to the hospital wing. As he passed the odd number of people here and there, he found himself faced with either horrified or thrilled looks. One did not see a Slytherin like Malfoy bloodied up and unconscious in the hands of Harry Potter everyday. Several underclass Hufflepuffs he passed looked at him with both fear and respect, and ran off chittering with gossip. //What did I get myself into?// The footfalls of the little Hufflepuffs were fading as soon as new ones made themselves present.
"Harry! Wow! You're alright! I've been looking for- Whoa..." Fred stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the bloodied Malfoy currently in Harry's possession. His cheerful smile quickly disappeared from his face, only to be replaced with an even larger grin. "I see. You've been out settling scores."
"No, actually. Ron did this. I've got to get him to the hospital wing." Harry took his charge and continued on his way. Fred jogged to keep up with his quick pace.
"Are you serious?! I never thought ickle-Ronnie had it in him! Well, it's about time the prat got what was coming to him. But when did you escape Madam Pomfrey's claws? We all came down to see you this morning but you weren't even there. We've been looking all over the place."
"I had some things to take care of," he huffed out. Things were not going the way he had intended them to.
"Oh yeah?" He grinned down once more at Malfoy.
"Look, can we talk later or something? Snape will be coming to fetch me later, and I don't think he's in the best of moods."
"I'd bet my last Filibuster on that! Look at his precious little Slytherin! He's got to be wetting himself with rage!" Fred started to laugh at his joke, and Harry had to admit that even under the given circumstances, it was rather funny. "I'm going to go find ickle-Ronnie! This calls for a celebration. See you at breakfast, Harry!" With that said, he sped off down the hall, nearly knocking over a fourth year Ravenclaw, to find his brother.
//This isn't something that should be celebrated//
Malfoy groaned and Harry closed the distance between him and the hospital wing. "Draco? Can you hear me? Are you awake?" All he received was groans in response. Pushing open the door, he levitated him into the hospital and onto a vacant bed. "Draco?"
"HARRY POTTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Like a banshee in flight, Madam Pomfrey swooped down upon him in a way that would have put Snape to shame.
"I-I mean, me and Draco- I left you a note-"
"BE BACK SOON?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY-" She registered Draco's limp form on the bed in front of her and the nurse's instinct kicked in. "What happened here, Potter?"
"He was hit with a Saxummobilius curse..." Madam Pomfrey gave him an accusing look. "I didn't do it, it was an accident. We were outside of Professor Dumbledore's office when it happened." Another suspicious look. "We had to go and see him. We chose to go."
Madam Pomfrey gave Harry another speculative look. He was avoiding telling her who had performed the curse, but by the type of it, she guessed it to be at least a sixth year. But the caster was hardly important as she felt around the bloodied robes on Draco's form. He whimpered a few times, and she removed them to obtain a better view. "He's got three broken ribs. And deep cuts as well."
She was still angry for her charge slipping out of the hospital without her knowing. The curse that got this boy might have been intended for Harry. What was the boy thinking? She had been so worried. He could have had another episode like before, and she hadn't even a chance to check him over before he left. She was afraid he might have passed out again somewhere while he was gone, and for The-Boy-Who-Lived, that was a very dangerous prospect indeed.
"What did you think you were doing out of bed so early, Potter? Didn't it occur to you that something may have happened to you?" The anger in her voice was still there, but it had a slight curb to it as she was absorbed in her skill.
"I'm sorry, but I had to see Professor Dumbledore-"
"Right then?!"
"Yes, we both did."
"So Mr. Malfoy was already here too?" She was getting angered at her own inability to keep her hospital in order anymore. What was it with these kids? Did they enjoy the hospital that much? Was it 'hip' now? //Kids...//
"Yes." He watched as she began to expertly bandage up Draco's ribs after applying a healing salve to it. "Is he going to be alright?"
Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a calculating look. Had he suffered a brain-hemorrhage? "He'll be fine. Why the sudden interest in Mr. Malfoy's health, Potter?"
"I don't know. Why not?"
She finished dressing Draco's wounds and went back to her stores to retrieve a few potions. "Sit down upon -your- bed, Potter. I think you'll be habitating here awhile longer."
Harry did as was told, expecting another berating to come, if not from Madam Pomfrey, then surely from Snape. He hadn't forgotten about him. //Why today of all days?// Madam Pomfrey reappeared, looking as pissed as she was before.
"I want you to drink this, all of it, and then tell me how you feel." She handed Harry a vial of orange liquid, and even with his suspicions that she was so pissed she would poison him, he drank it. "How do you feel?"
"I don't know. I guess the same as I just did. Maybe a little better?"
"Good. That means you're healthy, and lucky thing for you, too, or else you'd be feeling incredible stabbing pains." Harry's mouth dropped open. He hoped she was kidding, that she was joking and this was her way of revenge. "Close your mouth Mr. Potter."
"Are...are you..."
"Serious? Yes. But even though you have a clean bill of health, I expect to see you every evening for three weeks, do you understand?"
"Yes." Harry wondered if this was unofficial detention for leaving the wing. Why bother seeing him if he was completely healthy?
Malfoy groaned and Madam Pomfrey administered a potion that caused him to stop stirring. His bones wouldn't heal for awhile as was the purpose of the Saxummobilius curse. His healing would be painful indeed, and the best she could do was to keep him asleep.
Harry laid down back on -his- bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the time Snape would come to 'fetch him'. He wanted breakfast. And to see Ron and Hermione. He had a lot of explaining to do. Especially to Ron. As Fred had told him, they were all just worried about him when they couldn't find him. And he -was- supposed to be back in Gryffindor Tower by now. No wonder. Ron probably assumed that Draco -was- going to attack him. //He didn't know that things are different now...//
With that thought, a wave of guilt washed over Harry. He wished he hadn't gotten so mad at Ron. He was only protecting his friend. //Oh Gods can this day get any worse?!//
With the magic words which you should never speak being said, Snape walked into the hospital looking both pissed and...well...hungry. The day had only begun, and already this was Harry's third encounter with Snape.
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That was chapter 15. What more is there to really say? Don't worry, Snape isn't going to eat Harry:) He just wants his bloody breakfast! Okay, as always, please review. Nice, big, juicy reviews:) If you guys like or hate something, I really need to know. I'm runnin' dry here!
Oh yeah, if you'd like to see anything, and it's reasonably within my doing and plotline, go ahead and request:) =^..^= it helps me to write better if I know what you want:) I've already done it more than once, so....there! But don't feel bad if I don't because...well...that would really suck.
Arizosa: Well, at least it didn't stink up the pace too bad:) But yeah, it's gonna be hard for Draco to adjust his bastardness to the Potter-side. That's a lot of bastardness to sort through =^..^=
ParanoiaIn2005: I'm glad you liked my Draco. I still don't, but oh well. That's like the only chapter where I get some depth into Draco's character, so we'll just see how he progresses. And he sort of -is- like a little boy. He still has petty issues with muggles and 'mudbloods', and he did actually think "potter cooties", so, yeah. I dunno, but he has a lot of expectations to live up to, and decided he didn't want to. I played his character around with the way I believe things went down for Snape when he revolted from the Death Eaters. My belief is that he had similar feelings and such, and went through much the same that Draco currently is, and that's what I'm workin' around. But anyway, ramble all ya want:) I simply looovvee long reviews. hey, as long as you're faithful, it's all good! *stares viciously at all other potential authors that seek you out* And punishment time is coming next chapter. Hee hee hee...I know, I'm rambling now:)
ForceofHobbit: You are so out of the band! I gave you the take-home version, you left-whore! Ha, this one is for your mother!! MUHUHAHAHA! You and Your goat-space-alien mother!
PhoenixPadfoot89: At least you like my Draco. yeah, I know they're not completely buddy-buddy, but I think I still made them too friendly. I mean, harry may have put things behind him, but Draco is another story. He still has to deal with his father and basically, his whole life up to this point. So happy you like my chappie! I also hate those stories where they become all buddy-buddy too quick. But that's what I think I did, so I'm kinda wary for now when I write Draco, that's why he spent this one unconscious:)
Chapter 15- The Irritated Nurse
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"RON! NO!"
Harry was too late. The curse that hit Draco sent him flying into the air. It was a hard curse, the Saxummobilius curse, that flew at a person as hard as a ton of bricks. Rather sharp bricks. Harry would have been impressed with such a difficult curse on Ron's part if it had been under different circumstances. Past circumstances.
"Harry! Gods are you okay?!" Hermione and Ron came huffing up to him from the thankfully deserted corridor, their footfalls echoing off the cold stone. Harry, however, did not answer them at once, but was on his knees inspecting the bloody and unconscious form of Malfoy on the floor. A great wave of frustration overcame him.
"What are you thinking, Ron?!" Ron looked taken aback at Harry, who was hunched over Malfoy in a seemingly caring matter. Didn't he realize he had almost been attacked by Malfoy? Even Hermione herself looked bewildered.
"Harry...? Are you okay? What's going on?" For the smartest girl in the school, Hermione could not understand what she was seeing before her eyes.
"I-I- Ron! Just what was going through your head?!" Harry couldn't leave it alone. His plan to start changing things in his life was already shattering before his eyes like so many pieces of glass. He checked Draco's pulse and tried to find the source of the blood that had somehow made it's way onto Harry's hands. Little to say, he was scared.
"What are you talking about?! Are you -blind-? That's Malfoy on the floor in front of you-!"
"I'm well aware of who it is, Ron!!" Harry was yelling at this point. He was so agitated by Ron's actions that he didn't care who heard, which was good as there were several heads poking out from behind corridor walls. Today the early risers were rewarded with first breakfast choice and a show.
"-He was going to attack you! We both saw him!!" Ron's face was starting to match the color of his hair from anger. He had just saved Harry from an attack, hadn't he?
"He wasn't doing anything to me! Gods, Ron! What in the he-!"
"POTTER! What the devil is going on here!?!" The imposing form of Severus Snape had made itself present in the stairwell behind Harry. His already incensed countenance took on an enraged look at the sight of the bloody, unconscious Slytherin lying upon the floor in front of him.
Harry stood up off the floor, trying to do some quick thinking. Angry or not, he wasn't about to sell out Ron. "Sir, it was an accident." Harry still, however, shot Ron a nasty look. A look which Snape, regrettably, caught, but didn't call. "Draco needs to go to the hospital right away."
Snape leered at Harry, and glared suspiciously at Ron. "Take him to the wing, Potter, and do not leave until I fetch you." Ron's jaw dropped. No points taken? No punishments? Who was this man and what had he done with Snape?
Harry cast a levitation spell on Draco and made to go to the hospital wing, but not without a fleeting glimpse at Ron and Hermione. They made to follow, but were stopped by Snape's cold voice. "Both of you to my office. NOW." He swept off down the corridor rather pissed at the fact that he wouldn't be receiving his breakfast anytime soon. Hermione looked exasperatedly at Ron. By the sound of the snickers and gossip around them, the incident was sure to be around the school by the time breakfast was over.
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"Can you hear me? Draco?" Harry kept talking to his levitating charge as he made his way back to the hospital wing. As he passed the odd number of people here and there, he found himself faced with either horrified or thrilled looks. One did not see a Slytherin like Malfoy bloodied up and unconscious in the hands of Harry Potter everyday. Several underclass Hufflepuffs he passed looked at him with both fear and respect, and ran off chittering with gossip. //What did I get myself into?// The footfalls of the little Hufflepuffs were fading as soon as new ones made themselves present.
"Harry! Wow! You're alright! I've been looking for- Whoa..." Fred stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the bloodied Malfoy currently in Harry's possession. His cheerful smile quickly disappeared from his face, only to be replaced with an even larger grin. "I see. You've been out settling scores."
"No, actually. Ron did this. I've got to get him to the hospital wing." Harry took his charge and continued on his way. Fred jogged to keep up with his quick pace.
"Are you serious?! I never thought ickle-Ronnie had it in him! Well, it's about time the prat got what was coming to him. But when did you escape Madam Pomfrey's claws? We all came down to see you this morning but you weren't even there. We've been looking all over the place."
"I had some things to take care of," he huffed out. Things were not going the way he had intended them to.
"Oh yeah?" He grinned down once more at Malfoy.
"Look, can we talk later or something? Snape will be coming to fetch me later, and I don't think he's in the best of moods."
"I'd bet my last Filibuster on that! Look at his precious little Slytherin! He's got to be wetting himself with rage!" Fred started to laugh at his joke, and Harry had to admit that even under the given circumstances, it was rather funny. "I'm going to go find ickle-Ronnie! This calls for a celebration. See you at breakfast, Harry!" With that said, he sped off down the hall, nearly knocking over a fourth year Ravenclaw, to find his brother.
//This isn't something that should be celebrated//
Malfoy groaned and Harry closed the distance between him and the hospital wing. "Draco? Can you hear me? Are you awake?" All he received was groans in response. Pushing open the door, he levitated him into the hospital and onto a vacant bed. "Draco?"
"HARRY POTTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Like a banshee in flight, Madam Pomfrey swooped down upon him in a way that would have put Snape to shame.
"I-I mean, me and Draco- I left you a note-"
"BE BACK SOON?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY-" She registered Draco's limp form on the bed in front of her and the nurse's instinct kicked in. "What happened here, Potter?"
"He was hit with a Saxummobilius curse..." Madam Pomfrey gave him an accusing look. "I didn't do it, it was an accident. We were outside of Professor Dumbledore's office when it happened." Another suspicious look. "We had to go and see him. We chose to go."
Madam Pomfrey gave Harry another speculative look. He was avoiding telling her who had performed the curse, but by the type of it, she guessed it to be at least a sixth year. But the caster was hardly important as she felt around the bloodied robes on Draco's form. He whimpered a few times, and she removed them to obtain a better view. "He's got three broken ribs. And deep cuts as well."
She was still angry for her charge slipping out of the hospital without her knowing. The curse that got this boy might have been intended for Harry. What was the boy thinking? She had been so worried. He could have had another episode like before, and she hadn't even a chance to check him over before he left. She was afraid he might have passed out again somewhere while he was gone, and for The-Boy-Who-Lived, that was a very dangerous prospect indeed.
"What did you think you were doing out of bed so early, Potter? Didn't it occur to you that something may have happened to you?" The anger in her voice was still there, but it had a slight curb to it as she was absorbed in her skill.
"I'm sorry, but I had to see Professor Dumbledore-"
"Right then?!"
"Yes, we both did."
"So Mr. Malfoy was already here too?" She was getting angered at her own inability to keep her hospital in order anymore. What was it with these kids? Did they enjoy the hospital that much? Was it 'hip' now? //Kids...//
"Yes." He watched as she began to expertly bandage up Draco's ribs after applying a healing salve to it. "Is he going to be alright?"
Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a calculating look. Had he suffered a brain-hemorrhage? "He'll be fine. Why the sudden interest in Mr. Malfoy's health, Potter?"
"I don't know. Why not?"
She finished dressing Draco's wounds and went back to her stores to retrieve a few potions. "Sit down upon -your- bed, Potter. I think you'll be habitating here awhile longer."
Harry did as was told, expecting another berating to come, if not from Madam Pomfrey, then surely from Snape. He hadn't forgotten about him. //Why today of all days?// Madam Pomfrey reappeared, looking as pissed as she was before.
"I want you to drink this, all of it, and then tell me how you feel." She handed Harry a vial of orange liquid, and even with his suspicions that she was so pissed she would poison him, he drank it. "How do you feel?"
"I don't know. I guess the same as I just did. Maybe a little better?"
"Good. That means you're healthy, and lucky thing for you, too, or else you'd be feeling incredible stabbing pains." Harry's mouth dropped open. He hoped she was kidding, that she was joking and this was her way of revenge. "Close your mouth Mr. Potter."
"Are...are you..."
"Serious? Yes. But even though you have a clean bill of health, I expect to see you every evening for three weeks, do you understand?"
"Yes." Harry wondered if this was unofficial detention for leaving the wing. Why bother seeing him if he was completely healthy?
Malfoy groaned and Madam Pomfrey administered a potion that caused him to stop stirring. His bones wouldn't heal for awhile as was the purpose of the Saxummobilius curse. His healing would be painful indeed, and the best she could do was to keep him asleep.
Harry laid down back on -his- bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the time Snape would come to 'fetch him'. He wanted breakfast. And to see Ron and Hermione. He had a lot of explaining to do. Especially to Ron. As Fred had told him, they were all just worried about him when they couldn't find him. And he -was- supposed to be back in Gryffindor Tower by now. No wonder. Ron probably assumed that Draco -was- going to attack him. //He didn't know that things are different now...//
With that thought, a wave of guilt washed over Harry. He wished he hadn't gotten so mad at Ron. He was only protecting his friend. //Oh Gods can this day get any worse?!//
With the magic words which you should never speak being said, Snape walked into the hospital looking both pissed and...well...hungry. The day had only begun, and already this was Harry's third encounter with Snape.
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That was chapter 15. What more is there to really say? Don't worry, Snape isn't going to eat Harry:) He just wants his bloody breakfast! Okay, as always, please review. Nice, big, juicy reviews:) If you guys like or hate something, I really need to know. I'm runnin' dry here!
Oh yeah, if you'd like to see anything, and it's reasonably within my doing and plotline, go ahead and request:) =^..^= it helps me to write better if I know what you want:) I've already done it more than once, so....there! But don't feel bad if I don't because...well...that would really suck.
Arizosa: Well, at least it didn't stink up the pace too bad:) But yeah, it's gonna be hard for Draco to adjust his bastardness to the Potter-side. That's a lot of bastardness to sort through =^..^=
ParanoiaIn2005: I'm glad you liked my Draco. I still don't, but oh well. That's like the only chapter where I get some depth into Draco's character, so we'll just see how he progresses. And he sort of -is- like a little boy. He still has petty issues with muggles and 'mudbloods', and he did actually think "potter cooties", so, yeah. I dunno, but he has a lot of expectations to live up to, and decided he didn't want to. I played his character around with the way I believe things went down for Snape when he revolted from the Death Eaters. My belief is that he had similar feelings and such, and went through much the same that Draco currently is, and that's what I'm workin' around. But anyway, ramble all ya want:) I simply looovvee long reviews. hey, as long as you're faithful, it's all good! *stares viciously at all other potential authors that seek you out* And punishment time is coming next chapter. Hee hee hee...I know, I'm rambling now:)
ForceofHobbit: You are so out of the band! I gave you the take-home version, you left-whore! Ha, this one is for your mother!! MUHUHAHAHA! You and Your goat-space-alien mother!
PhoenixPadfoot89: At least you like my Draco. yeah, I know they're not completely buddy-buddy, but I think I still made them too friendly. I mean, harry may have put things behind him, but Draco is another story. He still has to deal with his father and basically, his whole life up to this point. So happy you like my chappie! I also hate those stories where they become all buddy-buddy too quick. But that's what I think I did, so I'm kinda wary for now when I write Draco, that's why he spent this one unconscious:)