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4. Draco and Madame Pomfrey

Chapter 4: Draco and Madame Pomfrey

I was aware of my surroundings. I could hear everything. I could feel everything. But I couldn't see or move.

That's when the yelling started.

I knew Clover's voice the instant I heard it. But that confused me more. Who could she be arguing with? It was definitely a guy. I tried to open my eyes but I must have made a sound because the talking abruptly stopped.

"Okay, so what happened?" I tried to say but I wasn't sure if they heard me. I felt really weak and my head was pounding. My eyes slowly opened but I had to squint from the bright light pouring through the glass. Where was I? A dark shape was looming over me.

I saw Clover's black hair and Celeste's grey eyes, but there was also blonde hair. Blonde? The only blonde I knew of was Malfoy. Oh, those eyes....

Snap out of it! Stupid brain…

What's he doing here? Why are they looking at me like I'm crazy?

"Did you hear everything we said?" Celeste questioned. She looked at me suspiciously, and that kind of scared me.

She was never suspicious of me, so I had reason to be scared.

"No, I didn't. Why? Is there something I should know?" The words gushed out of my mouth hurriedly and then I remembered that Malfoy was there. "Malfoy, what are you doing here? Why were you guys yelling? Wait, don't answer that. My head is killing me..."

“Umm, I don’t really know how to answer that,” Malfoy replied. Then, as an afterthought, he added with a chuckle, ”but then again, you told me not to answer.”

From the corner of my eye I saw Celeste roll her eyes and she opened her mouth to speak. “We aren’t sure what exactly happened but I know you fell asleep on your piano. Your muscles got really exhausted and, basically, you buckled. Your head hit the piano and now you have a concussion.”

Well, yay. I finally get an explanation and it’s bad news.

 “But Quidditch is going to start soon! Will I be ready by then?” I asked. I was truly concerned. I needed a sport and volleyball was already taken from me.

“You will be fine by then, just, maybe, change your position,” the old woman said innocently. Madame Pomfrey was, like, Dumbledore aged. No, not really. No one could be Dumbledore aged. It’s just not possible.  Anyways, WHAT?! Was she crazy? I play beater. It’s always been like that, and I can’t really play another position. I’m perfectly willing to change it up; the problem is I don’t know how. My body is muscular in my upper body, not lower body.   

“Why should I change my position?” I tried to be cautious while saying it, but I could feel the anger in the question.

“The position of beater is taxing and you can very well get hit in the head. The risk isn’t worth it which is why I don’t think you should play beater.”

“Not happening.” Did I really just say that? Nope, that was Malfoy. Of course, he would speak up; he’s the team captain. “She’s the best damn beater our team has seen and I’m not replacing her with some mediocre second year!”           

“I agree. I may be in Ravenclaw but this means everything to her; she can’t just leave,” Clover reciprocated Malfoy’s thoughts which was surprising because that rarely happens.

All of us were in agreement except for Madame, and it was pretty obvious that the concussion wasn’t even all that bad. The nurse just sighed in defeat and gave in.

“Fine, but if she sustains any brain injuries, she’s out for the season.” We all nodded our heads vigorously and I hopped off the white linen bed. The four of us just wanted to get out of there before Pomfrey, hesitant as she was, changed her mind.

And then, we ran.

Madame Pomfrey kept yelling- and cursing- at us as we escaped her wrath, and I chuckled at how we read each other’s minds to get out. We sprinted down about four hallways before we stopped to catch our breath.

“That was amazing!” Celeste exclaimed. Her laughs came through between each word, and she was doubled over, short wheezes escaping her throat.

“It was necessary,” I retorted. My head was spinning as I tried to open my eyes. I had a concussion; I would be stupid to not expect it.

“Guys, let’s just leave. You wanna go to the Astronomy Tower?” Draco seemed really tired, and I had to resist the urge to ask him about it. He had bags under his eyes and he had a bruise on his forearm.

“Sure, why not?” I agreed. “I have nothing else to do. Do I? What day is it?” I was so confused.

“It’s Tuesday, don’t worry; nothing’s happened since you, ya know, fainted. But Charlie asked Clover out!” Ugh. Celeste and her excitement can be so annoying sometimes.

In reply, I exaggerate a sigh and put my wrist to my forehead just to mock her. “I wish Matt would ask me out. Sorry, I needed to check my sarcasm; wouldn’t want that to sustain damage.”

She glared at me with those scary eyes of hers, but Draco just stared at me with a look of longing- I wonder for what. Perfect, I pissed Celeste off. “So, Clover, what happened? Did you say yes?”

And then, she blushed. And that doesn’t happen very often.                           

 "Oh my, Merlin! Is the world ending?! CLOVER JUST BLUSHED!" I was surprised that Draco contributed to the conversation.

“Oooohhh,” Celeste teased. Clover glared; the rest of us tried not to laugh. Well, Draco and I tried not to- Celeste burst out laughing after a couple of seconds.

“Do we have any Astronomy homework? Or any other homework?” I corrected myself so that my sentence included all of my homework.

We started walking to the Astronomy tower while the three wizards next to me just rolled their eyes at me and started rattling off all the homework that was handed out that day, counting on their fingers to make sure they didn’t miss anything.

You know how there are stairs on the way to the Astronomy Tower? Let’s just say, never walk behind me on stairs in general. I’m extremely clumsy.

When we got to the top, the sunset was horridly beautiful.

And we laid there, in the peace that was the world, and stared at the sunset as he held me close.

Why? Why me? What did I ever do to you, Simon?

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I sat down that evening after a tedious dinner and finished an essay, writing a half-foot longer than what was required of me. I did my routine (makeup remover, brushing my teeth, changing into pajamas, and putting my hair into a messy bun) and did a bellyflop onto my green velvet enrobed bed.

“What the hell are you doing? You’re making the whole room shake,” Pansy commented. “You’re so fat- it’s not a surprise you jiggled with it, too,” muttering the last part under her breath. I want to say that I’ve always taken hate well but lately it’s been getting to me. I felt really big. Girls aren’t supposed to have man-shoulders, are they? If only I could release all that fat…

“Oh, shut up, Parkinson. No one cares what you think,” I replied.

“It’s called free speech, you idiot.”

“When’d ya learn that? While you were sleeping in History of Magic?”

“No. I have common sense, unlike you.”

“You’re right; I don’t have common sense. The preferred name for it is ‘Stupid Genius’. I’m stupid in the act of common sense but smart when it relates to learning.”

“Huh? Forget it. You’re so confusing; I’m going to sleep now.” And, true to her word, she dosed off peacefully- and she isn’t even a peaceful person.

But I tried to sleep, I did. So being the person I am, I decided to go to the kitchens.

No, I’m too fat. I can’t have anymore midnight snacks.

But I can go to the gym. Hah, what a coincidence; It just happened to pop up this year.

Where is it? I wandered the halls a bit until I came across it. It was opposite the North Tower and the ceiling looked like the ceiling of the Great Hall. Modern day equipment was spread throughout the spacious vicinity and none of it looked magical.

Except, that is, of course, the skele-grow in case of broken bones, the magical pain-relief cream for muscles, and the ceiling where it was currently raining with slight thunder and lightning. Candles were lined along the walls, containing the flickering flames that were threatening to consume the holders. Shadows danced along the walls, and that’s when I noticed the shadow of a human body- a male’s body.

“Well, ‘ello there. Can’t sleep?” he said. His voice was taunting me; it sounded somewhat familiar. My back was facing him so we couldn’t see each other. I could hear his footsteps coming closer- light thuds across the stone floor.

“Umm, hi. Do I know you? You look and sound… I recognize you,” I said, turning toward him. And that’s when it hit me. He was a prefect- and one who had repeatedly written me up. I think his name was Cedric Diggory. “OH, YOU’RE THAT- THAT PREFECT!”

“And you’re that girl who likes to make my life hard by getting in trouble. Guess we all have people whom we want to hex,” he retorted calmly. He was so pale, and his canines looked sharp to the point of fangs. Haha, I made a pun. HE LOOKED LIKE A VAMPIRE. WHAT?!

I digress.

He was a meanie in Hufflepuff. Is that even allowed?

“And, I guess, we all have childish cunts in our life. La vie est belle. (Life is beautiful.) Don’t you agree?” I shot back. I just hoped he knew French; I would’ve sounded stupid if he didn’t.

“What? I have no clue what you just said… What was it?”

“Je ne sais pas. (I don’t know.) I’m just really tired but I can’t sleep. I feel like shutting everyone out and I just want to be alone,” I sighed. The last of my energy was draining and my lids were slowly starting to shut. At that, he started to awkwardly back away and it was pretty obvious that he didn’t know what to say. If he was gonna leave, I was fine with that. I like being alone; shoot me.   

I will never get the wizard thing down; I will always be a muggle at heart. How am I a Slytherin, you ask? I don’t fucking know.

A minute later, any traces that he was ever here are gone. Poof. And I was still here, falling asleep without an alarm to wake me up. Wonderful. (Note the sarcasm.)

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Well, hi. Don’t kill me, Nargles. Do you want to be called nargles or potatoes? I’m both. My mom is a nargle and my dad was a potato. *cough* note time period…*cough*. This filled up 4 pages on Word. So, yerp. Au revoir. I like chocolate pudding! And vanilla ice cream.  I just sneezed. And I’m really fucking bored. Does anyone like skulls? Btw, my mom hates it when I'm on a device. so, yerp, no time for me. 

If anyone knows what Lindsey Stirling looks like, I need your help. Athena looks like her except with black hair and green eyes. I need a picture but I can't find one.

I'M DESPERATE.

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