Vengeance

CH 7

My eyes fluttered open and un-blurred my surroundings. I was familiar with the place so it didn't take long. I sat up on the bed and got dizzy straight away. I rebalanced and I noticed Michael sitting on a chair next to me. 

"Hey." He woke up as soon as he heard me and held my hand.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" I smiled and I looked at the occupied bed behind on the other side of the room. My eyes widened as I saw who it was and what he looked like. Michael followed my gaze and nodded.

"Better than him I bet," I said.

"Yeah, after you blacked out I went to you and your two body guards kind of beat him up."

"Where are they?"

"Dumbledore's office."

"Shit." I lifted the blanket off me and I turned and got out of the bed. I had to find my balance before beginning to walk and then I put on my shoes. 

"Wait Davina, you should stay and rest, they'll be fine." He walked around the bed to me and held me up. 

"They're both Slytherins and one of them is the son of Dumbledore's biggest enemy."

"Yes, but Dumbledore isn't biased."

"Well, he doesn't like me."

"That's because you don't like him and he knows that."

"Not true," I sulked and chuckled.

"You have a severe concussion Davina, you should lie down and get better."

"Listen to your friend, now get back into your bed, now." Once I heard her demand I slid off my shoes and obeyed. 

"When can I leave?" I asked, as madam Pomfrey was fixing the end of my bed.

"When the bruise on your face heals enough so I can fix the scar on your face, dear." She said, like I should know already. 

"I- uh, you don't need to fix that, I'm fine."

"Your friend told me it happened during herbology, so it will be infected any moment with whatever caused it." I glanced at Michael gratefully. 

"How long?" I asked, one more time.

"No less than 12 hours, then I can fix your scar and you'll be good as new." I've had enough of people saying I'm broken, regardless that Pomfrey is talking about my physical state. She went over to Anthony and gave him some sort of potion that looked like muddy water and after she left Michael and I watched as his purple decorated face faded. 

"What time is it?"

"It's near the end of lunch which means I have to go."

"Oh, okay. Will I see you later?"

"Definitely, now stay and rest, I'll come right after class." He leaned down and kissed my forehead and then I pulled his head towards mine again so I could kiss him. He kissed me back and chuckled between kissed. I went slower and more passionately. He stopped and leaned away slowly holding in his breath. He exhaled in frustration. 

"Mmm, Davina, don't do that, I will be back soon," he caressed my cheek and stepped away, "you are such a minx." I smiled flirtatiously and he walked off. 

I laid back and exhaled. My face was tingling with pain and my body felt like it had been ran over. I was completely exhausted and all I could think about were my parents. Especially about how much I loathe my father. 

The sound of grunting interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to see Anthony waking up. He looked freaked out. I hopped out of bed and went over to him, grabbing hold of the bed frame to keep me steady.