Chapter 12: Depressed
"Draco?"
"Huh?"
"I shouldn't have told you."
"No, no. It's fi--"
Hermione left.
"Aw… didn't get to greet her goodnight."
The next morning, Hermione woke up, feeling so depressed.
"Why am I feeling this way?"
She asked herself that question.
"It's weird though. He's not mad."
Hermione smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
Meanwhile…
"I don't know if she'll ever forgive me. I'm so dumb! Why did I have to do that?"
Draco just shook his head. I wish she would, though.
"Anyway, as the leprechaun lifts its feet high up in the air…" Professor McGonagall droned.
"Aw, this is so boring." Draco yawned.
Hermione's not here?
"Potter!"
Harry turned to him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Where's Granger?"
"What about her?"
"I need to give her the homework for today."
Harry sighed.
"Hospital wing."
"Thanks."
"Professor!"
Professor McGonagall turned.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
McGonagall approved and Draco walked towards the door.
He ran to the wing and saw Hermione.
"Madam Pomfrey!"
She turned around.
"Pass?"
He conjured the ticket behind his back.
"Here."
Madam nodded.
"Name?"
"Granger. Hermione Granger."
She pointed to the bed at her right.
"Thanks, Madam."
"Mmm."
Draco ran to Hermione.
"Granger? Are you okay?"