Chapter 5: Talking
Cradling his hand, Draco walked quickly through the halls. He hadn't lost control of himself like that for years, and the fact that it was all over Hermione Granger made it slightly worse for him. It was odd. Draco found it was easy, yet also very hard for him to admit it to himself, but he suddenly found Hermione very attractive. Her hair seemed much less out of control than it had been, and her teeth were a normal size. Draco especially liked her bum, and he made a note to remember to watch it if she ever walked by him. What made this even better for Draco was Hermione's choice in clothes; tight jeans that hugged her shaped bottom seemed to by her favourite thing to wear now. As he thought about Hermione's backside, he walked into the Hospital Wing and knocked on Madam Pomfrey's office door. When he was told to enter, he explained what he had done.
'And why, Mr Malfoy, did you think it was a good idea to hit a solid wood wardrobe?' she asked, standing up and coming over to him to have a look at his hand.
'I didn't think it was a good idea at all,' said Draco coldly. He didn't like to be thought of as stupid, and to him it seemed that was exactly what Pomfrey thought of him.
'Don't suppose it was because of that girl, Miss Granger, then?' she said, conjuring a chair for him.
'No,' said Draco, a little too quickly. A light pink blush moved up his pale cheeks. The woman gave him a look to say she knew he was lying, but said no more. She was waving her wand in a complicated motion over his broken knuckle. There was a click, and Draco gasped in discomfort as the bone was fixed.
Madam Pomfrey gave him a stern look this time, and said, 'you can leave now, Mr Malfoy.' Standing, Draco flexed his fingers. They all seemed to be working fine again. He gave her a curt nod, and left the Hospital Wing.
He was yet to see Hermione again, and for all he knew she was still crying in her bedroom. As he thought about her, his feet started to carry him around the school, pressing against the stone floor. He wondered if they'd ever be able to get along, or if because of their past, they would remain enemies until they could part ways once the school year was out. Although he regretted having sex with Hermione, a part or him was saying it was the best thing they could have ever done for their relationship. It had been a terrible one for so many years, although that was mostly down to Draco acting like a complete dick. But now they had something to bond over. They had performed the most awkward act humans could perform together. Draco was sure Hermione wouldn't see it that way though, and was hoping she wasn't inside the common room as he reached the portrait of the monk.
'Incertum,' grumbled Draco, and he looked at the portrait. The monk looked back at him, not opening up. Draco repeated the password, and still the portrait did not open. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared at the monk. 'Why aren't you opening?' he asked sharply. The monk raised an eyebrow at the blond man.
'Why aren't you inside comforting the girl?' asked the monk. Draco was shocked by the painting's question.
'What? Why would you ask me that?'
The monk sighed, and shook his head. He looked down at the book that he seemingly spent all of his time reading. Draco grew impatient when the monk didn't answer his question. 'Excuse me? I asked you a question,' said Draco, leaning closer to the painting.
'Yes, I know,' said the monk, not looking up from his book. 'I am Klaus,' he continued, still not looking at Draco. 'I know what happened with you two. I could hear both of your screams and shouts. You should know, the girl isn't angry with you. She most likely realises she has to talk to you, or me,' said Klaus, finally looking at Draco. 'And seeing as I'm a portrait, and you are a rather handsome young man, I suppose she would rather spend her time talking to you. Or maybe, she'd rather spend her time on you,' he finished with a twinkle in his eye.
