"You'll be the death of me."

5 (Malfoy?) - edited

Harrys POV

Hermione conspires about Malfoy the whole way to the great hall, taking my ear off and making the already lingering headache worse. I excuse myself right as we arrive in the doorway to the great hall heading to the bathrooms instead, not interested in eating lunch or eating anything for that fact. I reach the bathrooms and walk to one of the many basins lining the wall, I turn on the cold tap and cup my hands under the flow of water splashing it up onto my face. My head is down allowing the water droplets to fall into the basin before I look up and glare at myself in the clouded mirror. Hatred and loathing flood my brain like a violent rush through my veins building a clot of anger and pressure willing to be broken and let this feeling run out. My throbbing headache causes me to rush through an ajar door into a stall and kneel over the toilet throwing up until I have nothing left to throw up. My eyes sting threatening the newly forming tears to spill over and run rivers down my face but I ignore it getting up, nonchalant, and wiping my mouth on my hoodie sleeve. I gargle water in my mouth and spit it into the basin then leave and head back to my dorm knowing if I headed back to the Great hall I would be forced to eat something by Hermione.

I still have about 20 minutes until my next class when Hermione and Ron come through the portrait hole into the common room where I was lazing around on one of the couches, eyes closed, arms crossed tightly across my chest, ankles crossed perched on a footstool. "Harry, oh thank god you're here. We should go talk to Madame Pomfrey before next class," Hermione gives me eyes to suggest I know what she means and I get up ready to follow her. I guess it wouldn't hurt to find out. She turns to Ron and tells him something quietly. He nods and heads off to his dorm, Hermione turns back to me and smiles "Ready?" I force a reassuring smile and nod. She then turns back to the portrait hole and pushes it open allowing me to head out in front of her. She climbs out after me and we start to walk through the halls to the infirmary, I can't help but rip at the skin on the inside of my mouth with my teeth. What if it was Malfoy? Why would he help me? Maybe he wanted something to blackmail me with. He's probably told all of his friends how pathetic I am by now.

We've reached the infirmary, the big arching door is pushed open by Hermione and I follow timidly behind her, "Ah Hermione, how can I help you." Madame Pomfrey calls out from behind a white medical curtain separating our view from her patient. She smiles brightly coming out from behind the curtain and Hermione takes a deep breath before speaking, "Erm- well Harry and I were wondering who brought Harry up to the Infirmary on Sunday afternoon. Obviously I understand if it's confidential but I figured Harry deserved to know who to thank." Hermione always sounded very intelligent when she spoke, always like she had thought it out and edited it before she said anything, she could probably persuade professor McGonagall into something if she needed to. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you both, although I'll have you know I don't really think I'm supposed to be telling you they might not be too chuffed with me sharing that with you." Hermione and I share a glance quickly before Madame Pomfret continues, "Draco was the one who found you Harry, he brought you here himself and carried you all the way from the train he took quite the telling off from Filch as well poor soul." I sigh from the new information even though all signs pointed to Malfoy I was hoping it was just a fluke and he'd heard a rumor about it or something, "why didn't he just levitate Harry instead of carrying him the muggle way?" Hermione thought out loud, It dawned on me what she's said and a whole lot of thoughts swirled frantically through my head. "He seemed quite worried he mustn't have thought of it, he had to- you know what, you two know enough now to thank him and all. Best be on your way, class starts in a couple minutes and I wouldn't want you to be late." She smiles at us before scuttling off behind a curtain to tend to a student, I hear Hermione huff beside me and I look to see a disappointed face displayed but also one of intricate thoughts being processed. She blinks suddenly and obviously decides it's time for class because she grabs my arm and pulls me from the infirmary. I try hard not to wince at the pressure on my new found cuts grimacing when she can't see my face and pulling my arm from her grasp. I walk beside her without saying a word.