Broken
Madame Pomfrey had a long, long day. Three children with broken bones, five with a stomach ache, two suffering from hexes gone wrong, and the never-ending stream of those trying to get out of class. So, when Draco Malfoy came into the infirmary, she was in no mood to assist him. But, of course, it was her duty to help any sick, injured, or hurt student.
"Yes, what is it?" Malfoy didn't answer at first, his feet were dragging and he hadn't yet reached her. Certainly there was something wrong. No one had ever known Malfoy to leave the company of his Slytherin goonies, and no one had seen him without his haughty, arrogant stride and smirk. Despite his strange attitude, Madame Pomfrey could see nothing wrong with Malfoy, and so she was deeply irritated by his silence.
"Mister Malfoy, will you kindly tell me what I owe this visit so I may get back to my patients and not waste my time standing here like an idiot!" Malfoy dragged up his head to look Madame Pomfrey in the eyes. He looked as if he hadn't slept in a weak due to the heavy bags under his eyes that belonged to a much older man. "I'm broken," he finally managed to spit out.
"Well, that's a start. What's broken? Nose, ribs, arms?" she asked. He shook his head. "I think," Malfoy began, "I have a broken heart." Madame Pomfrey felt as though she'd been slapped across the face. She smiled slyly. It wasn't often she'd been asked to mend a broken heart, and never by a Malfoy. This was definitely a first.
"Humph," She sighed, "Well, you seem to have all the symptoms. Can't eat, can't sleep, obsessive staring, and occasional drooling." Malfoy scowled, but endured the teasing. As long she could mend him, he didn't mind. "Just fix me," He practically begged.
"Luckily for you," began Madame Pomfrey, "You don't have a broken heart yet. But I can help you. Just tell the poor girl you like her!" Malfoy scowled again, "It's the only way?" he asked. Madame Pomfrey nodded.
Just then a young girl with a head of thick red hair (clearly a Weasley) passed the infirmary's open doors. Malfoy turned, and with a new spring in his step called out, "Hey Weasley, wait up." Madame Pomfrey smiled, because work was done, and nothing was left broken.