ok, i am retyping this chapter too, because my idiot bro decided to shut down the window without asking me if i still needed it up. grr. thank you my reviewers! you keep me checking my stats!
Harry looked at Cho, who was sitting at the other end of the table, in the sunshine, reading the Daily Prophet and drinking coffee in Ginny's jean's and Harry's large T-shirt. He loved her, she was so beautiful.
"Cho?"
"Yeah?" She looked up.
"I wanted to talk to you about...last night."
She looked him in the eyes. Harry noticed they were blue. 'She must have hazel eyes.'
"I'm sorry Harry." She looked genuinely sad about what she had brought on him, and she kept talking.
"I know you have a girlfriend. And I am so sorry to push your boundaries. Please forgive me."
Harry looked at her and sighed.
"I broke up with Ginny for you." he said, looking down, feeling ashamed.
Suddenly she was right next to him, hugging him tightly. "Thank-you Harry. Thank-you for the second chance.
He smiled. 'Is this the right choice?'
"New patients?" Pansy asked glumly. "I will be there in a moment. Goddamnit, we get so many patients a day, why don't we pronounce the world fucking insane."
The Healer in training shivered. Pansy was on her fourth firewhiskey, and she did not absorb alchohol well. "Ma'am, its an emergency."
Pansy looked up at her in disgust. "What did I just fucking tell you?"
Pansy dropped her glass bottle on the floor and stumbled over to the Healer, who was feeling much smaller than Pansy. Pansy saw the broken glass on the stone floor and cursed. She picked up a large piece with a pointy egde and made her way to the Healer.
"There's only one thing I can do with this goddam glass now." She whispered, the Healer was now backed up against the wall with no where to go.
Pansy shoved the glass fist first into the woman's face. "Send it through your goddam head."
She stumbled out of the room, leaving the Healer to fall to the ground, dead.
"I'm here, I'm here!" Pansy said, going into her new patients' room. "Neville Longbottom? No fucking way! Luna Lovegood? The crazy bitch?" Pansy realized she was talking to herself and shut up. "Where are the other Healers?" she asked out loud.
"Pansy?" a worried voice came from above her.
"Pansy, wake up!"
"I am awake!" She rolled over and found her boss hovering over her.
"How'd you know your patients names? We haven't even shown you them yet!"
Her words slurred and she wasn't even quite sure herself what her response was.
"I think you need a break." The voice picked Pansy up and brought her over to an unoccupied room. 'Oh, no, its the same goddam one they were in!'
"Mother?" Draco called through the whole house, but he couldn't find his mother anywhere.
"Twinkly!" Draco called.
A decrepid old elf appeared in front of Draco, moaning.
"Stop whimpering, you're fine." He ordered and the elf stopped moaning and looked up at him.
"What does Master request?" Twinkly bowed.
"Where is my mother?" Draco asked, worried that something had happened with the baby.
The elf looked scared and sad. "Master Malfoy told me not to tell you what happened to Madam Narcissa, he said he would."
Draco grabbed the house-elf by its neck. "Where is my mother?" he demanded, knowing there was no way his father had contact with the house in his present state.
"I will answer that, Draco." Draco turned around and saw his father in a white T-shirt and jeans instead of his ordinary velvet. Worst of all, he was carrying a child.
Draco swore silently.
"Not three months early?" Draco whispered.
"Yes."
"And you know this isn't your child?"
"Yes."
"Do you know who's it is?"
"Yes."
Draco felt so ashamed.