HIS CHOSEN GIRL [MAJOR EDITING/REWRITING]

second year ➤ginny

HIS CHOSEN GIRL
chapter thirty seven-ginny
[Your P.O.V]
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"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss, you can go. Out of my way. Out of my way!" Madam Pomfrey rolls her eyes at the over dramatic boy faking pain a few beds away as she pushes her way through the concerned group crowding Harry's hospital bed. "Should've been brought straight to me. I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back!"

"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asks fearfully from the opposite side of Harry.

"Oh, I'll be able to. But it'll be painful," Madam Pomfrey sighs. "You're in for a rough night, Potter."

Harry gulps and I grab his hand comfortingly, giving him the most convincing smile I can manage.

Madam Pomfrey hands Harry a glass. "Regrowing bones is a nasty business."

Harry takes a sip from the glass, the crowd around him growing nearer, awaiting his reaction. Without warning, he spits the liquid straight out, spraying the front few of his visitors.

"Gross!" I can't but to exclaim as similar comments are heard from those around me.

"Well what do you expect?" Madam Pomfrey asks, annoyed. "Pumpkin juice?"

Harry stared at that glass as if it's contents are poisonous. It takes him a good ten minutes to finish it off. Madam Pomfrey tells us that Harry's going to have to stay the night, and if we're waiting for him, we're best off just checking in on him in the morning.

But Harry's friends are loyal, and not a single person leaves straight off the bat. His teammates leave first, followed by Dean, Seamus, and Neville, then Hermione and Ron and I announce to them that I'll be right behind them.

"(y/n), I told you I'm fine. Go eat dinner," Harry tells me for the billionth time as I yawn from the chair beside his bed.

I shake my head. "If the roles were reversed I'm fairly certain you'd be sitting here instead of eating at the great hall."

While I obviously mean what I say, and it's never a burden to me to be with Harry despite having other things to do, I'm also slightly afraid to face Hermione. I was completely out of line for getting so angry with her earlier. Not to mention, she probably thinks I'm crazy, with my weird red eyes.

Oh my god.

My widened eyes flicker to Harry as if he's somehow read my thoughts. What is he to think of me when he finds out? Hermione will tell the boys, surely. What if they all think I'm a freak? If they just abandon the friendship before it gets too deep.