Mudblood & Me | Completed

Chapter 4 - Going to visit your girlfriend?

A week later

Draco's POV

I started the short walk to the hospital wing to visit Hermione again. She had been in the Hospital Wing for a week and had started showing signs she still had the baby so everything seemed like it was ok. But Madam Pomfrey refused point blank, to let her leave the Hospital Wing yet. By now the whole school knew about me and her and everyone thought I jinxed her into it for a joke, so they hated me, but when they found out we were for real, they hated both of us equally. I did feel sad for her, Ron had completely turned against her and didn't even visit her in the Hospital Wing, even though she was carrying his child. Harry came to visit her sometimes with Ginny, but it was when I wasn't there because they still didn't like me, which was to be expected after so many years of enmity.  I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice I was walking straight towards a mob of slytherin boys, who hated me with a deep passion for going out with Hermione, to them she was a Gryffindor and even worse a Mudblood. I only realised that they were there when one of them pushed me into a wall and said. 

"Going to visit your girlfriend, are we?" A sneer on the boy's face.

I still hadn't completely registered their presence so stupidly, I told the truth and said. 

"Yes." I then realised I was just asking for a fight saying that, so I tried to escape by dodging around them. But they stepped in my way, blocking my path. Then all at once I was being attacked from all different angles, they all aimed punches, kicks, spells and spit my way. Eventually I slumped to the floor when I couldn't fight back any more, then they all stepped back smiling, obviously pleased with their day's work, and left me there alone, bleeding, in the middle of the corridor.

I somehow managed to get to feet and stumble towards the Hospital Wing. I collapsed just as I crossed the threshold, not able to make it all the way to Madam Pomfrey's Office. Luckily, Hermione sat on her bed reading, spotted me, and shouted for Madam Pomfrey to come and help. Madam Pomfrey came running out her office, spotted me collapsed on the floor and ran even faster. She lifted me up with a spell and placed me on the nearest bed to inspect me. With a few swishes of her wand, I looked physically okay but I was still in lots of pain internally, she mixed me a potion to help the pain that would also help me to fall asleep. I drank it all in one go, eagerly. And then I fell back onto the pillow, asleep.

Hermione's POV

I watched him sleeping with my arm resting on my slightly growing stomach. I was eight weeks and 5 days pregnant now, next week Madam Pomfrey would finally let me leave this room and go back to lessons. Which I so desperately wanted to do. It was so boring sitting in the Hospital Wing all day, not allowed to do anything but read and while I did love to read, I missed actually sitting in lessons and learning from a teacher, not just the pages of a book. I spent most of my time reading my books that Ginny brought for me a few days ago, as I asked her to. As Draco started to stir I spun around fully to face him and I couldn't help but smile at his calm, quiet sleeping face. His eyes flickered open and he looked at me a smile flitted across his lips when he saw me watching him, before his face creased with pain. Seconds later Madam Pomfrey came walking down the Hospital Wing towards him. She assessed him quickly with a flick of her wand. She then said. 

"You need to stay here for the next three days, Draco, so you can fully recover before you can return to your lessons." With that she passed him another goblet and walked back to her office. I watched him gulp it all down in one go, then sleep took him hostage once again. I sat there watching him, for how long? I don't know.

I woke up, shaking myself and stretching. Draco was stirring on the bed next to me. I smiled at him as he turned to look at me. He smiled back, this time afterwards his face didn't crease again with pain, it stayed pretty dull and emotionless. He turned to stare at the ceiling, his eyes blank and his face pasty white. He propped himself up on his cushions, and looked around. He stared at me for a few moments before, facing the ceiling again. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but decided against it after just one look at his face. He looked angry and sad and many other emotions and I wasn't sure what answer I would get, so I didn't ask. I just lay there and watched him until he fell asleep once again, wanting and waiting for sleep to come to me too. But it never came.