The Other Granger- COMPLETED

Chapter 37

Elaine's POV:

After realizing Draco had been hexed with the same spell that Goyle hit me with almost three years ago, I knew I couldn't touch Draco.  Surely his skin was burning, and I noticed it was covered in boils.  "Are you finished with your classes?" Madame Pompfrey asked me as I pulled a chair over next to Draco's bed.  "Yea I'm done," I replied, watching her as she healed Draco.  Madame Pompfrey and I have gotten to know each other quite well since I was in the hospital wing both as a patient and as a guest multiple times since I started at Hogwarts. 

About an hour later, Draco still hadn't woken up.  I continued to check the time on his watch, hoping he'd be up by dinner.  As I sat there and waited, the chair I was in started to get comfier and comfier. 

Draco's POV:

I woke up in the hospital wing.  I saw Madame Pompfrey shuffle towards me as she checked my blue skin that was slowly fading back to its' original color.  "Feeling alright dear?" she asked me in a whisper.  "Yea," I muttered, thanking her for helping me.  When I looked to my right, I saw Elaine was sleeping in the chair next to me.  "How long has she been here?" I asked Pompfrey, now whispering myself.  "About three hours...you two missed dinner," she replied, then saying I was free to go when I wanted.

Elaine's POV:

I woke up to someone wrapping their arms around me.  "Come on sweetheart, we missed dinner," Draco said, standing me up on my feet as I woke up.  "What time is it?" I asked, yawning and stretching as I woke myself up.  "Almost 9," he replied, checking his watch.  "What happened to you before?" I asked, referring to Crabbe and Goyle attacking him.  "I guess they're not my biggest fans anymore," he replied, shrugging it off.  It was clear he didn't want to talk about it.  "Come on, let's go get food," he said, leading me towards the kitchen. 

Right as the kitchen portrait hole opened in front of us, I felt my legs become numb.  "I can't go in there," I said, feeling a lot of emotions coming to me at once.  "How come?" Draco asked, holding the portrait door opened with one hand.  "I can't go inside when I know that Dobby won't be in there," I said, feeling tears fall down my cheek.  "Hey...it's okay...just wait here," he replied, quickly jumping into the kitchen after wiping the tears away.

Draco came out seconds later with a huge bowl of pasta for us to share.  "Here you are my love," he said, handing me a glass of water which I took gratefully.  "You know I've been getting those too...the flashbacks from the war...I did when we had Hagrid's class this morning.  I kept picturing Bellatrix setting the house on fire...and then leaving you. Luckily Brandy was there to talk me through it," Draco said as we stepped into an empty classroom.  Jealousy surged through my veins, but I ignored them. Draco wouldn't have said he loved me if he didn't mean it right?  "It'll get better though," he added, making me smile.  "Well I'm glad I'm not the only one," I replied, telling him all about my constant dreams of Fred and the war. 

After talking with Draco, I did feel much better about everything.  And having a stomach full of warm pasta surely helped make me feel better. 

After we ate, Draco walked me back to the common room, kissed me goodnight, and then went back to his own dormitory in the dungeons. 

The rest of the week flew by rather fast.  Draco didn't get into any more fights, and instead, people were cursing and threatening me.  "You're a traitor!" one girl yelled at me as I walked to the Great Hall for dinner one night.  "You should be ashamed!  Malfoy's a killer!" another boy shouted.

Trying my best to ignore the comments and threats being sent my way took up most of my time.  It took everything in me not to just pull out my wand and fight whoever it was.  Back in the orphanage, it was easy for me to not get noticed...but now I felt someone staring at me all the time.