The Little Malfoy

Chapter 8

I'd like a precise, detailed answer to the question that I'm about to ask, if you please.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF HISTORY OF MAGIC?!?!?!?!?! Any takers? Yes? No?

Well, I don't see a point, especially because it's two words: SO BORING!!!!! And it's taught by a ghost who has no humor whatsoever.

I was about to drift off to sleep, when one of Draco's friends - Blaise - asked for me.

"Well, go on, Miss Malfoy," Binns urged. "If it really is that important." I didn't need to be told twice to get out of the Garbage Bin's class.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling slightly nervous at the sight of his horror-stricken face.

"Draco's in the hospital wing," Blaise whispered. "He got-"

I didn't wait for him to finish. I just sprinted straight to the hospital wing, where the door was closed. I pulled it open and dashed inside, with Blaise right behind me. It was easy to find Draco, because Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, were crowding over his bed.

I got closer and Crabbe - being so large - moved out of the way so I could get a better look. Draco was awake, so it wasn't as worse as I thought it would be, but his face looked white from the pain coming from his arm, which was in a cast. Whatever happened to him, it must be bad!

I leaned forwards on the bed to whisper in his ear. "Are you okay?"

He smiled a little at me and nodded, but winced again when I touched his arm cautiously.

When the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey told us that Draco was ready to go, Pansy screeched.

"He's hurt, can't you see that?! He'd nearly been killed by a hippogriff!!!!!"

"I've already bandaged his wound and put his arm in a sling. He's fine," Madam Pomfrey's voice was firm.

Pansy screamed in disbelief and was shooed out. I giggled softly as Crabbe and Goyle left too, leaving us a sibling moment that we shall cheshire.

~*~

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Ginny, I really don't think this is necessary."

"But I'm really worried-"

"About Harry?" I sniggered.

Ginny's face grew bright red. "Shut up!"

I laughed. "Anyway, you don't have to worry about that. With so many people searching for him, he'll be caught before he reaches Harry."

"But are you sure?" Ginny whispered. "I can't imagine what he would do to us after he's found-"

"He won't hurt me!" I yelled. "Oh great," I muttered under my breath. I should've thought twice before speaking.

Luckily, Ginny thought I was merely trying to make her feel better. She cracked a nervous smile. "Thanks, Anna."