Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Bludger ❯ The Morning After ( Chapter 2 )

So, here's the sequel/chapter II, I guess. As you may already know…I'm a writer…which means I have very little money…sooo…I DON'T own Harry Potter. Or Draco. Or any of the other characters in this story. If I did, I probably wouldn't be here, now would I? *wiggles eyebrows*

 

The Bludger, the Morning After

 

I was dreaming. There was no other excuse that I could come up with other than that. Potter and I were sitting in a field of flowers on the shore of a big lake. Looking out at the lake, there were dozens of pointed gray fins cutting through the water in very predictable circles. Potter looked at me and smiled. What'll it take? He asks me. Not knowing exactly what he's talking about, I shrug. He sighs and stands up, walking toward the lake. An enormous shark rises up from the lake and lays half on the bank with its mouth open. Its jagged teeth glint in the sunlight and Potter keeps walking toward it. He turns and looks at me. I love you. The knowledge of what he's going to do hits me like a brick and I reach out to him. He just smiles and turns his back on me before jumping into the mouth of the shark. Its jaws clamp shut in a spray of blood and it slides back into the water.

 

My eyes snap open to the sight of Potter lying next to me, with an arm thrown over my chest. A breath I didn't know I was holding rushed out and I became aware that we were not the only ones in the room. Fearing what I'd see, but not showing it (Malfoys NEVER show fear), I turned my head to look at the figures at the end of the bed. All three were people I knew almost better than my own parents. Each one also had a different expression on their face. My Head of House and Godfather, Snape, had a look of utter disgust on his face. The Head of Gryffindor, McGonagall, had her stony face on, which meant she wasn't really sure what to think of the situation and the last figure was the Headmaster, Dumbledore. He had a rather pleasant look on his face which creeped me out a lot.

 

A sound to my right saved me from having to start a rather awkward conversation. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office and came to our bedside. She put a hand on Potter's forehead and wrote down something on her clipboard. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see both Snape and McGonagall's mouths fall open. Pomfrey paid them no mind and continued checking Potter over. Dumbledore just stood there with a weird twinkle in his eye and the same strange pleasant face. Snape was the first to break the verbal silence.

 

“What the hell are you doing, Madam Pomfrey?” She glanced up from her work long enough to glare at Snape.

 

“I'm doing my job in making sure Mr. Potter is getting better. What the hell are you doing in MY ward, disturbing MY patients, and questioning ME?”

 

Whoa. Pomfrey has bite! I looked over at Snape and his mouth was moving like a fish's and no words were coming out. But, McGonagall took up the line.

 

“Why are both Harry and Draco in the same bed? To my knowledge, he shouldn't even be in the Hospital Ward. He was not injured, or did he come complaining to you last night?”

 

Pomfrey finished checking my bed partner over and then stood next to it. “Mr. Malfoy did not come to me last night. I'm not sure when he came in, but when I did my two o'clock check, he was here, asleep in Mr. Potter's bed. As he was not doing anyone any harm and both of them seemed very peaceful, I made the decision to let him sleep here. Both boys have it rather rough right now, so they need all the peace they can get.”

 

I never thought McGonagall's face could get that red. When she spoke, it was easy to tell that she was controlling her voice. It came out kind of strangled. “I suppose that it did not occur to you that Draco could be a death-eater spy and he was sneaking in here when Harry was helpless to hex him or something?” Finally, the smiling, creepy Dumbledore spoke.

 

“Oh, but I put that charm on the Ward a week ago so that no one that is planning harm to a patient here cannot enter. So therefore, IF Mr. Malfoy was going to take an attempt on Harry's life, he wouldn't be lying in bed with him right now. Rather than speculating, maybe we could just ask Draco what he is doing in bed with his quote un-quote, `arch-enemy'.”

 

He looked at me! With the creepy look in his eyes! “Well, Draco, what are you doing in bed with Harry Potter?”

 

I swallowed and looked down at the still sleeping boy. That bastard! How dare he practically force me into his bed and then leave ME to explain things to our teachers!

 

“Don't worry, Draco, no one's going to kill you.” His words made me look up.

 

Dumbledore had the same twinkle in his eyes, but he was now twirling two wands, one in each hand. He looked sort of like a muggle majorette with really short batons. Both Professors were standing to the side, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

 

“Ummm…well…yea…see, I was worried about Potter last night `cause he got hit pretty hard with that bludger. I decided to come down and check on him to make sure he was alright. It was cold and out of concern, Potter offered to let me stay here.”

 

“Is that all, Draco?”

 

I nodded.

 

“OK, then. There's no problem here.” Everyone's head snapped to the doors as they flew open and the worst person that could've strode in, did.