Recently, Gryffindor won the Quidditch game against its own house rival, Slytherin. Both house seekers were injured, Gryffindor’s injury was reasonable but Slytherins? You didn’t get how the Slytherin Seeker, Draco got hurt.

After lunch, Hermione, the ‘Brightest Witch of Her Age’ and Ronald or Ron, the ‘Wizard Chess Champion’ and you, rushed to the hospital wing to check on Harry, The ‘Chosen One’. As you guys travelled to the location you were close to Draco’s fan girl group, that’s a surprise… his ego was practically the atmosphere. They all looked worried, what for? You wondered.

You received a glare from the ‘Most Bitchy Of Her Age’, Pansy.

The three of you were confused why but both groups arrived at the hospital wing, you realised. Pansy was here for Draco. Tracey Davis, a blonde rushed over, attempting to feed him before the other girl were fighting over who gets to feed Draco.

Draco groaned in annoyance mixed with a whine. He was just hungry… he continued groaning mixed with a whine for thirty minutes before Madam Pomfrey had enough.

“Quite whining, Mister Malfoy. It’s not that bad..” Madam Pomfrey said as she went past him to check on Harry. Draco just rolled his eyes.

Ron and Hermione just talked with Harry, ignoring Draco, Pansy’s friends and the rest of the Infamous Five.

“I want food, Crabbe. Give me my bloody plate for Merlin sake..” Draco began to sit up. Vincent looked around, for the plate of food, before the food went all over the medical bed. Draco fumed, he groaned, throwing a small tantrum on spot.

“Bloody hell, that guy never shuts his mouth, does he?” Ron mumbled, side-eyeing a Draco who was throwing a tantrum.

“That’s Malfoy for you..” Harry shook his head. Hermione sighed.