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Fifth Year |  Chapter 4
Chapter 4
I sat down in my first class, potions, and faced forward. Without even looking over, I knew it was Draco who had sat down next to me. I rolled my eyes. Even if I wasn’t psychic, Draco would still be as predictable as those muggle teenage movies.
He was breathing hard from having run at least a mile after me. It made me smirk.
“Must you always make a scene?,” Draco hissed in my ear.
“I didn’t make a scene. You’re the one that embarrassed yourself in front of the whole Hogwarts student body and staff for practically admitting that you didn’t know what ‘traffic’ was…,” I laughed.
Draco didn’t find this humorous. He rolled his eyes.
“What do you expect!?? I’m a Pure blood wizard, hater of all things muggle. If it wasn’t for that pathetic first year Hufflepuff, I wouldn’t even know what it meant! And besides, that is an awful thing to say. You’d be deeply saddened if something happened to me,” Draco said.
“Oh yeah. I’d cry for ages,” I muttered.
“Admit it. You know you’d miss me,” Draco said.
“I’d miss you like a slow healing scab…,” I replied.
Some seventh year Gryffindors heard what I said and snickered. Draco threw them all a dirty look and they scattered back to their seats, upset that they couldn’t catch the rest of our argument.
I rolled my eyes just as the bell rang. A few moments later, Snape stormed in with his dramatic self and strutted to the front of the class room. He turned to face us, his greasy hair swooshing as the poor wind had the misfortune of blowing through it. I really don’t like Snape. I don’t care if he is my Head-of-House. He is odd. Eww.
Snape began rambling on about what we would learn and do this year, and he ended, giving us a task to complete. I started to work quickly, clearly at least two steps ahead of every student, including that stupid bookworm Granger. I smirked, knowing it was bothering her that I was doing well and she wasn’t. I can’t help it that I’m great in Potions and she isn’t. That isn’t my problem. Ha.
Finally after a couple of minutes, my potion was the perfect shade of pink that it was supposed to be. I smirked as I looked around the room; half the class wasn’t even half way finished yet. Granger looked like she was ready to cry. My smirk became even more visible.
Obviously she doesn’t realize that someone is smarter than her.
Draco smirked at my potion as Snape came over, looking at my potion, his face easy to read. He was proud.
When Snape finally prowled off to make fun of Potter and Weasley’s potions, Draco leaned over to me saying, “How did you get your potion right so quickly?”
“I’m psychic, you idiot. And smart. I can’t help it. Potions comes easy to me,” I sighed.
Draco looked like that wasn’t a good enough answer.
“Tell me the truth,” he hissed.
“I am! Haven’t you realized that I have ‘E’s in all of my classes?,” I replied, trying to maintain my calm composure.
“Is there any way you can give me some of your smarts? Father has been nagging me lately about…-,” Draco started, but my vision cut in.
“Déjà, please help me with the project! I need your help, you’re so smart,” Draco begged, following next to me down the stairs.
“I’ll think about it, but right-”
Something was happening. I could see my legs folding underneath me, and my head hit the floor with a loud thud. I tumbled down the stairs like a rag doll and landed at the end of them, blood pouring from the back of my head and the side of my mouth. It was like I was watching a movie of myself and Draco.
Draco ran down the stairs and picked up my limp body in his muscular arms, running towards the Hospital Wing.
“Oh God, no,” he kept repeating over and over again until he finally reached the Wing.
He was crying…!
“Oh dear. What happened to her this time, Mr. Malfoy?,” Madame Pomphrey asked.
“I don’t know,” Draco cried, trying to hide his tears. “We were walking down the stairs, and she fell all the way down the stairs…”
“Exactly how many flights of stairs was it, Mr. Malfoy?,” Madame Pomphrey questioned.
“At least five…,” Draco cried.
“Oh God. Well, she might be seriously hurt. Let me see what I can do. You can stay this time, Mr. Malfoy. You are a life saver. Honestly, if you weren’t around her so much, and there to save her, she’d probably be dead by now…,” Madame Pomphrey announced, waving her wand over my almost lifeless body.
Draco plopped down in a chair, his head in his hands.
“I know. That’s why I stay with her all the time. I love her so much, I couldn’t bare to lose her,” Draco said, the sad look on his face almost unbearable to look at. “I think someone is causing all of this, Madame Pomphrey. I think someone is making all of this happen to her…and if it is someone, and I find them, I swear to God I’ll kill them…I love her so much it hurts…it probably hurts more than all the pain she’s ever endured…”
“My, Mr. Malfoy that is a lot, seeing as how many accidents she keeps having,” Madame Pomphrey said.
“I know,” Draco agreed. “I just want her to be okay…and maybe one day she’d feel the same way about me as I do her…She’s the only real friend I’ve ever had…She’s the only person I’ve ever loved…”
I came out of my vision, that feeling of being pulled away from something running over me.
“What did you see?,” Draco whispered, his voice more gentle than it had been before I went into my vision.
“I-um…,” I began, but the bell cut me off, letting me know class was over.
I quickly gathered up all my things, shoved them in my bag, and sped out of the room, Draco following close behind me.
“Please tell me what you saw,” he begged, walking close to me, talking into my ear.
“It was nothing,” I lied, even though my cheeks were clearly turning red.
I let my hair fall around my face so Draco couldn’t notice it. What he said about me in my vision really bothered me. I dunno why.
I turned a corner and I felt my right ankle slip out from underneath me, my ankle making a loud crunching noise as I hit the floor. I cried out in pain and tears began to fall quick down my face.
“Wha-,” Draco said.
He threw his bag down, putting mine next to it as he effortlessly picked me up as if I was a feather. I was close to it, though. I was probably one of the skinniest girls at Hogwarts.
“You’ve got to be more careful,” Draco said as he kicked open the doors to the Hospital Wing.
“I dunno…I mean, I was-,” I cried.
Draco laid me down on the bed and Madame Pomphrey came out from behind him, examining my ankle. Draco plopped down in the chair, his eyes not leaving my face for even half a second. His left eyebrow was cocked up, as if he thought something crazy was going on.
Madame Pomphrey stabbed her wand into my ankle, making me scream in pain. Draco leaned forward and grabbed a hold of my hand. It sent shocks up my arm, and I pulled away, looking at him. He just smirked and grabbed a hold of my hand again. That same feeling came back, but I didn’t pull away.
“Miss Donatella, this is going to hurt a bit, so when you feel pressure, squeeze Mr. Malfoy’s hand,” Madam Pomphrey informed me.
I nodded, and she began to say curses and rub stuff all over my ankle. I only squeezed Draco’s hand once. I didn’t want to look like a wimp. I finally had enough courage sit up and to look down at my ankle, and when I did, I regretted it. My ankle, which was usually small, was about the size of a quaffle Quidditch ball. If was turning black, purple, blue and green. I winced and looked away.
“Yes…just what I thought. You have sprained your ankle, Miss Donatella. But it would have been easier for you to have just broken it. This is the worst ankle sprain I’ve seen in all my years of nursing…,” Madame Pomphrey announced.
“Oh God,” I cried, laying back down.
“I’m going to keep you here for a few hours, at least until dinner, for it to heal. Sorry that you have to miss your first day back. But please try to be more careful next time,” Madame Pomphrey said.
She poured me a glass of some green liquid and I reluctantly took it. I closed my eyes and drank it, surprisingly it tasted good. Like a freshly baked carrot cake. I handed her back the glass and she rushed off back to her office.
Draco leaned forward in his seat still holding my hand, clearly taking advantage of me in my time of pain. He placed his other hand on my hand that was already intertwined with his other, and he looked at me.
“How are you feeling,” he asked.
“Better. But it still hurts,” I admitted.
He laughed. “It’s supposed to.”
“Duh,” I replied.
I heard the bell ring again, signaling that all students should now be in their second class. I moaned, wishing I was with them. Draco let go of my hand and turned on his heel, walking away.
“Please don’t leave me!,” I called a little too eagerly.
Draco laughed, smirked at me and said, “I’m not leaving. I’m going to get our school bags. I’ll be right back. I promise.”
And then he winked at me and walked out. I was still shocked that I had wanted him to stay. But when you’re in pain, you just want someone who really cares for you to be there. And from my vision, I can tell that Draco really cares A LOT… |