The Wizard Who Fell [[OC M Slytherin x Hermione]]

5. Magical Duels, and Houses Unruled

When he arrived at the hospital wing, the smell of medical supplies hit his nose, a somewhat welcoming smell. The  wing smelt clean, and had a certain décor to match.

He took in the sight before him.

On one side were the Gryffindor quidditch team and a few of their housemates, all gathered around a sickbed that had Harry Potter resting in it. On the other side were the Slytherin team, gathered around Draco. The boy was mewling from his injuries, though from what Alax saw, his cousin was in decent shape.

"Oh hush now Mr. Malfoy, your injuries aren't that serious, you may leave when you please," Madam Pomfrey says as her plump form glided past them and headed towards Harry.

To Alax it seemed Harry was getting special treatment, though as he moved closer he could see why. His arm was all limp and rubbery and swaying around with no resistance. He knew Lockhart did something to him, and from what Alax could see, his arms lacked bones to keep it stiff.

He moved forward, ignoring the Gryffindor's and focused on his cousin. As he approached his bed, a few stragglers parted out the way as he got a good sight of Draco. The boy sat up higher in his bed as his eyes set on Alaxandr, slightly rising then softening at his approach.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked.

Alaxandr lifted his chin up with a smirk.

"What, I can't come see how my cousin is faring. You don't look too bad, better condition than Potter," Alaxandr said in his casual soft tone.

He looked to his side and saw Harry drinking something Madam Pomfrey gave him, then hastily spit it out all over his sheets.

"Well what did you expect, pumpkin juice," he heard Pomfrey say.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to Draco, "so, when are you getting out of here?" he asked.

The boy in question shrugged his shoulders, "I think I'll just rest a little bit longer. Oh by the way, that was you wasn't it, in the stands shouting to me, right, during the match?" Draco asked.

Alaxandr nodded his head.

"Yep, too bad you didn't get the snitch though, I would have enjoyed seeing us win," he said.

"Well, there's next time," Draco said.

"If there is a next time for you Draco," Flint said before turning to Alaxandr.

"You should try out for the team next year, in case we need a spare seeker," Flint said, taking a spare moment to glare at Draco.

Alax was about to say something else but Madam Pomfrey shooed them out of the wing. Slytherin's and Gryffindor's shuffled out of the hospital wing, soon occupying the halls outside as the doors were shut from them, the two rival houses simply staring each other off in nothing but silence. Alaxandr recognized a few faces opposite of him, Hermione and Ron, both who had come to see Harry.

Two older boys that looked like Ron who were wearing red quidditch outfits. More Weasleys, Alaxandr presumed. Seamus and Dean were also present and another of their quidditch members, a girl he didn't recognize, but avoided his gaze with a red face whenever he eyed her. He didn't see Ginevra amongst them, but he noticed the similarity with them all.

"Well Wood, until next time," Flint said as he walked off, his teammates following him, leaving Alax alone with a pride of lions. He looked at them, most not taking notice of him other than the ones he knew, some probably wondering why he didn't leave with the other Slytherins. His eyes then spotted Hermione in the crowd, eyeing him as well but her eyes were more softer.