Sectumsempra “What happened?!?” Hermione shrieked once finding out that Harry had used a rather gruesome curse on Draco Malfoy called ‘sectumsempra’.
Harry nodded his head wearily. “Don’t scold me now, okay, Hermione? If you didn’t notice, I’m not going to be able to play Quidditch on the most important game. I don’t know how we will—”
“Is that all you think about, Quidditch?” she exclaimed woefully. “You know what? I’m just going to…take a walk.” In a huff, she left and left the two boys to themselves.
Mumbling darkly to herself, she found herself moving towards the hospital wing. How was Draco fairing? Sure enough, he was an evil git, but he didn’t deserve such severity. She was right all along; Harry should’ve never listened to that book.
Thankfully, no one was in the hospital wing as Hermione burst through the doors. A still figure lay on the bed, completely motionless. She walked over briskly and studied Draco’s tattered-looking features; there was an odd peace about him, though, which gave her the creeps.
Shuddering and deciding that she couldn’t be caught staring at him, she quickly dashed out and fled to the library, where no one would ask her questions.
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