Drarry: a Beauty and the Beast story

Chapter 6; A lack of lies

A/N
Heyy everyone! The Christmas holidays have arrived and that means lots of time to write. So here's chapter six already! It's even a little bit longer than the others. Before you start reading this chapter, I do have one important thing for the people who read the previous chapter before I posted this one:
Before I uploaded this chapter I've made some adjustments to chapter five, so you might want to take a look. Or if you read something strange, just know I changed it. I hope you enjoy the new chapter! You guys can always let me know what you think in the comments.
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Harry POV

Harry opened his eyes but quickly closed them again as bright sunlight shone in his eyes and seemed to split his head in two. He longed for his head to feel where the pain was coming from and instantly regretted it. A fierce shot of pain shot through his head.

What happened?
“Oh honey, maybe you shouldn’t touch your head, it’s quite a big bump,” an older female voice approached.
“HARRY!” someone uttered REALLY LOUD. Harry groaned, his head felt like exploding.

That was Neville screaming, without a doubt, I just wish he would’ve expressed his relief in a less painful way. Like running me over with the Knight bus. Hearing Neville, Harry recalled what happened to him.

Ann Whitaker, one of Ginny’s study mates had used levicorpus on him. As professor Sprout asked her to put him down she let him fall from about six feet high. He had landed on his head which started bleeding like crazy. Professor Sprout had been furious.

She wanted Neville to take Harry and go see miss Pomfrey, but Harry didn’t feel like laying in the hospital wing on the first day. He had told Neville he was fine, but then he started to feel dizzy and everything went black again. How he got to the hospital wing, Merlin knows.

“Harry I’m so sorry I panicked, I just, no one was around and I couldn’t carry you, so I left to get help but all of a sudden I forgot where to go and…” Neville ranted.
“Please, Neville, it’s ok but could you keep your voice down?” Harry interrupted.
“Oh, of course Harry,” Neville sighed.

Harry could hear him lump down in the chair next to his bed. It was completely silent in the hospital. Finally, silence.
“How did you get to the hospital wing?” Neville broke, to Harry’s great displeasure, the silence.
“Mhh, to be honest, I have no idea,” Harry sighed confusedly. I don’t really care, please just be quiet Neville.

“Miss Pomfrey, do you know how Harry got here?” Neville didn’t let it go.
“Yeah that’s kind of odd. I heard a knock on the door and the next moment I found him lying on the floor with a gaping head wound. I think he walked here all by himself, got dizzy because of the pain and collapsed before he could walk in,” miss Pomfrey concluded. Neville nodded. But then why can’t I remember walking here?

Harry decided to blame his head injury and dropped it.
“Mister Potter, are you not opening your eyes because of the pain? Because then I would recommend you to stay here for the day,” miss Pomfrey stated.
“No, no I'm fine, I have Defense Against the Dark Arts in about half an hour,” Harry mumbled.
“Yeah right, that’s what you said before you past out last time, you’re staying Harry,” Neville insisted.
“No I'm not,” Harry said stubborn and reluctantly opened his eyes.

“Then I'm staying here,” Neville said determined. Harry smiled.
“But there’s nothing wrong with you, I mean you’re not sick,” Harry joked.
“What are you implying? Is there something wrong with me?” Neville grizzled. God, sometimes I forget how much of a child Neville can be.

“All right, all right, I’m staying, but only for one class okay?” Harry yield. A smile appeared on Neville’s chubby face.
“That’s the right decision mister Potter. I suggest you change into hospital clothes before you go to sleep,” miss Pomfrey suggested. Harry nodded.