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A New Direction
Part Three
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The one thought that she managed to keep a clear grasp on as she raced towards the hospital wing was that he was alive, and he was safe. Beyond that nothing mattered. Ignoring the expressions of shock on the other students' faces, she continued on.
She had no idea how he managed to make it back to Hogwarts after he got out of the Dark Lord's grasp. But frankly, she didn't care that much. He had come back, just like he said he would. He came for her.
So intent on her path she was, she didn't notice anyone in front of her till she had knocked right into them.
"Bloody hell," the male voice muttered, "Do you think you could watch where you are going?" He turned, and the scowl on his face deepened, Potter. "Going to see how the boyfriend is doing?"
"He's not my… oh just get out of my way you idiot." She snapped, shoving him to the side and continuing on her way to the hospital wing. Trust Potter to get in the way.
Pushing open doors, she walked as fast as she could to the only bed that was occupied, curtained off at the end of the room.
"Draco?" She asked hesitantly as she pulled the curtain back a little.
There was no answer, stepping closer she noticed he seemed to be sleeping, she took a lot of comfort from watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. She never thought she'd be so relieved to see that simple thing, a physical sign that he was all right.
"He's taken a Dreamless Sleeping Draught," Madam Pomfrey said from behind her, "I've healed his injuries, but he needs sleep. A lot of sleep, so I'm afraid you won't be able to talk to him to at least tomorrow dear."
"Can I sit with him?"
"Of course you can," she said. "I'll be in my office if you need anything."
She nodded absently, sitting in the chair beside his bed to wait. If she could do nothing to heal Draco physically, she could ensure that the first thing he saw upon awakening was a friendly face. It was the least she could do for her best friend.
To be continued...