The Sorting Hat's Mistake (A Harry Potter FanFiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 8: Dalton and Draco the Dumbass

***ROWAN POV:***

The first couple seconds of the walk to the Hospital Wing are silent between Dalton and I. Then, he finally speaks. 

"Why are you friends with Draco, anyways?" Clutching my wrist in pain, I glance at him. 

"Why do you care?" I ask, not realizing how harsh that sounded until after I said it. "Sorry," I apologize. Dalton smiles slightly. 

"You're forgiven. Now answer my question." I sigh. 

"I've known him since we were both babies. Plus our parents have been friends for a really long time." Dalton nods his head as we turn another corner, his blonde hair just barely brushing his eyelids. I pause, sucking in a breathe from the pain in my wrist. It's bent at an awkward angle and it's throbbing and swelling up. Dalton watches me with concern. "Thanks, by the way," I tell him awkardly. "For helping me." 

"I should be thanking you," he says with a smirk. I cock my head to the side. "You saved me from hexing his sorry arse and then getting a few detentions. I don't have time for detention." I laugh a little bit, slowly forgetting the pain in my wrist. 

"And why is that?" We turn another corner and I can see the Hospital Wing in front of us. 

"Quidditch, of course." We enter the Hospital Wing. "Madame Pomphrey!" Dalton calls. 

"Again Mr. Day?" Madame Pomphrey says, then realizes it's me who's hurt. Her face looks panicked. 

"Oh dear!" She exclaims, getting me over to a Hospital bed. She's panicked because if my parents hear about this, someone is going to get fired. She goes into another room to get something. 

"Dalton Day?!" I ask, giggling a little bit. It feels good to laugh. He sighs. 

"Unfortunately, yes." I laugh again quietly. Madame Pomphrey comes back then, and Dalton distracts me by talking about random things while she works on my arm. It hurts a little, but I'm listening to Dalton's story about how he got hit by a bludger by his little sister. I laugh through the whole thing, only crying out a couple of times when she preforms spells that snap my bones back into place. 

"So...so you fell into the gnome garden?!" I laugh even more. Dalton nods, laughing as well. 

"All my garden gnomes officially hate me," he says, still laughing. It takes a while for me to realize that Madame Pomphrey is done with my arm and Dalton and I have been talking for a while. I look down at my arm and see it's as good as new. 

"At least my parents don't know about this," I say. Dalton helps me off the Hospital Bed and we make our way out into the hall. 

"What do you mean?" He asks. 

"My parents are sort of power crazed. They want the school to think I'm the top priority so I can get the best education and be the best." He doesn't say anything. "They follow very old wizard beliefs," I continue. "I have to host parties and have specific people as my friends and for sure carry on the family tradition." Dalton glances at me. 

"Carry on the tradition?" He asks. 

"Yeah. All in the same house, house elves, same surname, same house, same wedding dress." Dalton wrinkles his nose. 

"That's pretty harsh." I nod, looking down awkwardly. We reach the end of the staircase where I have to go left and he has to go right. There's a moment of silence before Dalton says, "See you tomorrow." I nod with a smile. 

"Yeah. See you tomorrow." 

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I couldn't stop smiling. The rest of the night I was smiling like an idiot, and I was scared to admit the reason. I was now friends with a Gryffindor. It's worse than being friends with Natalie, a muggle born, and I'm scared that Draco or Tyson or Crabbe or Goyle might find out and somehow it would get around to my parents. I would be in so much trouble then.