| Puffskein
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Elizabeth Brecker
Fifth | 
A/N: Thank you for reviewing! It means a lot to me! This chappie is a tad longer than the last one. Enjoy! And tell me if you like! Please?
However, because he had left so abruptly, he hadn’t gotten any chapstick and was now on his way to see Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing.
I had been to the Hospital Wing several times in the past 5 ½ years, though only a fraction of the times Potter had managed to land in there. I snickered at the thought. Potter probably had his own bed reserved specially for him. I had somehow ended up in the Hospital Wing at the same time during our third year. The memory brought an all-too-familiar smirk to my face. It was back in third year that I had put on that fabulous act of being horrifically hurt by that beast of that idiot Hagrid. Oh, how fun it was to make other people suffer AND make Potter and the Weasel shake with fury at the same time!
Though there was that strange feeling I had felt when seeing the Gryffindor Bookworm searching so desperately in the library through piles of books for any scrap of information that would help the person I had hurt and save the creature I had condemned….
No, I must not think of that, just push it out of the way… yes, that’s it…
Now. Where was I headed?
Oh, yes, the Hospital Wing. Relief for sore back, chapped lips, and shock. Hopefully that blasted nurse would be competent enough to have the necessary items.
For some reason I doubted it.
My thoughts were uninterrupted in the silent corridor. Just as I had expected, practically no one was up this early on a cold winter Saturday morning. As I passed the Great Hall, I decided to check just exactly how many Hogwarts students were, as his friends out it, ‘completely and utterly insane.’
The heavy, wooden doors slid open easily, revealing the gigantic room and swirling ceiling of grey and black and white. It really was amazing to watch the whirlwinds of pure white snow descend from the twists of grey and black clouds and then fade off into the air. The chaotic sight pleased me; it meant I was right about the weather, again.
Yet he wasn’t here for a weather forecast. Scanning the room, his eyes fell upon an empty Slytherin table (no surprises there), a Huffelpuff couple sitting at the opposite end of their otherwise empty table, a handful of Ravenclaws, and a lone Gryffindor. I didn’t even have to look to know the Bookworm Granger would be that one Gryffindor. After all, who else was crazy enough to wake up purposely early every Saturday morning, scarf down a breakfast, and hide away in the school library until beckoned elsewhere? Bloody disturbing that girl was sometimes… spending all her time in the library, in class, or in a book… and not liking Quidditch!! That was certainly unforgivable. Being a Gryffindor and a Mudblood was also unforgivable. Wasn’t exactly eye candy either- with the wild, frizzy hair and loose robes that were as much her symbol as her Prefect badge.
Involuntarily, an image of a beautiful 15 year old girl popped in my head. Her wavy brown hair was held back in a sophisticated bun, though a few rebellious curls had escaped and were lying on the periwinkle fabric of her dress robes. The silky robes fell gracefully along her smooth body. Her smile was amazing, small but radiant. Her eyes were swirls of earth that anyone could search for hours and never discover all their secrets. Small, delicate hands twisted the soft material nervously as a slight blush rose in the gorgeous girl’s cheeks…
“ARGH!!!”
Screaming and slamming the doors shut most likely led every student in the Great Hall to shoot an inquiring glance towards the entrance, but I wouldn’t know for sure; I was too busy yelling at myself for thinking of the Mudblood Granger that way. Going to that Yule Ball and staring at her was probably one of the worst mistakes of my life. For two years he had had to deal with that particular memory appearing everywhere. For weeks after the Ball, she in her beautiful dress with her hair back was the sole occupant of his dreams. Dreams that drove him insane. Now he had to insult her every time I saw her to remind myself that she is a Gryffindor know-it-all Mudblood, friend of Scarhead and Weasel.
Bloody hell. I really needed to get to the Hospital Wing. Where was it? Thank Merlin. It was right around the corner here…
Pushing the wooden doors open, I walked into the practically empty infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was preoccupied with the only patient in the place. I was almost surprised it wasn’t Potter or one of his Gryffindor pals. One look at the girl nearly had me laughing uncontrollably. Her skin had somehow turned hot pink and she had lime green sores all over her face. The fuzzy bright blue hair only partially covered her overly large ears that were currently flapping up and down gently. Someone must have gotten into a duel. Funny, I hadn’t heard of any fight yesterday. Maybe it was from this morning. But if that was the case, where was her opponent? The girl bore a Ravenclaw symbol on her school robes and looked like at least a fourth year; she couldn’t be that incompetent…
The strange sound I must have emitted when trying (and half failing) not to keep in my laughter must have been what caused both Madam Pomfrey and the funny-looking patient to look at him strangely.
“What?” I shot out at the pair.
“May I help you, Mr. Malfoy?” Madam Pomfrey did not look pleased to see me, but still put down her things and walked to see what the matter was.
“I don’t know,” I drawled, “I need something for a sore back, you got anything for that?”
The woman glared at me; I stared blankly back. The she left the room and I turned and glared at the Ravenclaw girl in the bed.
“Is that all, Mr. Malfoy?” an annoyed Madam Pomfrey asked when she returned with a blue bottle and small glass.
“Actually no.” Madam Pomfrey almost seemed to expect this reply; she continued to pour the light blue potion into the glass until it was full. “I need something f-”
“Drink this,” she interrupted, handing me the glass.
“For shock,” I finished, angry at being interrupted. The two glared at each other for a few seconds before Madam Pomfrey turned on her heel and headed to her supplies to retrieve another potion from the stock. At the doorway she paused again.
“Would that be all, Mr. Malfoy?” she sniped.
“Actually, I do need something else, but I doubt you would have any…” I drawled. The nurse seemed offended at the idea that her Hospital Wing was incompetent.
“Is that so?” she demanded haughtily.
“Ever heard of chapstick?” I asked, half hoping the witch did and had some, I really needed it.
The look of confused disbelief covered the nurse’s face. She really had never heard of this chapstick before. In frustration, I rolled my eyes and stomped out, muttering, “I thought so… sodding nurses…”
Which really was a shame. If he had stayed not only would he had received something for shock, but he would have heard the conversation Madam Pomfrey and her patient had after he left.
“Did you see that boy’s lips? Now those were chapped,” the girl commented, perhaps glad to find something to distract her from what she herself looked like at the moment.
“Yes,” replied Madam Pomfrey, a sight smile rising to her mouth at the thought of Draco’s suffering. “You know, if he wasn’t so rude and had not left so abruptly, I probably could have found something for him… The Headmaster did bring me some Muggle items. One of them, this small tube-shaped thing- he said was supposed to be the best way to help chapped lips…”
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