When his eyes fluttered open a warm and gentle face smiled back at him.
"Welcome back," the girl said.
Looking around with only his eyes he tried to get a sense of where he was. Underneath him felt like a mattress. Was he on her bed? In her room? He didn't want her to take care of him. If it was up to Draco he would've much rather have been left to die then to be helpless. But he couldn't do anything about it. He was too weak to move.
Draco tried to say something but all it came out as was a groan. His through felt like sand paper. He coughed.
"You need water," the girl said, already holding a paper cup to his lips.
Draco opened his mouth slightly, too weak to do any more.
When she tipped the cup back slightly, icy cold water trickled down his throat. He swallowed thankfully. What didn't make it into his mouth spilled over his face and onto the pillow he lay on, cooling his skin.
He felt the girl dab the water on his face with a soft towel. Then another, this time soaked with cool water, was placed on his forehead.
He groaned again. Every part of his body hurt. It was as if someone had poured acid in his veins.
"I know it hurts," the girl said to him, "I'm sorry I'm still working on cleaning out all the cuts. You'll be in a lot of pain for a while."
Draco winced as she began to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt, yet her hands were warm and soft. Something about her touch sent tingles down his spine. Slowly, the girl dressed the wound. Though as gentle as she was it hurt. A lot. He bit his lip, trying not to scream.
As the days past he slowly regained his strength. The girl, he learned her name was Samantha, a Ravenclaw in her Hogwarts days, in his year.
When he felt strong enough he slowly pulled his body into a sitting position. The room began to spin, making him dizzy and nauseous beyond belief. Draco swallowed thickly and tried to even his breath, hoping it would keep him from throwing up.
He tried to stand, hoping the feeling would go away. It didn't. Draco wobbled on his feet.
The door to the room opened and Samantha walked in, catching him just as he fell. Samantha had one of her arms around his waist, the other holding him by his shoulder, facing him.
"It's ok I got you," she said
Draco lurched forward, gagging.
He felt Samantha holding him up. Quickly she led him towards a wall and next to a trashcan just before he vomited.
He crouched over the trashcan, holding the ends as he puked.
"You have a pretty bad concussion," she said.
"Apparently," he muttered.
When his stomach stopped turning he leaned away. The smell was already making him nauseous again. Samantha helped him back up and led him to the bed.
"So let me guess," she said as he laid down, "Voldy was pissed at you for something, am I right?"
He didn't answer her. Instead he stared.
He hadn't really realized Samantha. But now that he was out of his delirium… she was beautiful.
Samantha had long black hair that cascaded down her back in a shimmery waterfall. Her eyes were a light gray, unusual but still, they were breath taking. Every time she smiled at him his heart fluttered.
That day she wore tight black skinny jeans and a loose hoodie that exposed her right shoulder just a bit. He eyed her bare skin. God she looked good.
"Not answering any questions huh?' she said, "Well I guess that's ok… for now. Later when your better I expect you to talk."
For some reason Draco didn't mind her confidence. It was refreshing from the typical needy and depressed girl thinking she wasn't worth anything.
"I'll be downstairs," she said. Then she leaned over, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
His heart skipped a beat.