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My First Detention	By : brokenme Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 2606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~~~~~~Aftermath~~~~~~
She walked down the corridor right outside of the Great Hall. The days activities had been hazy. She remembered what had happened that morning, but there seemed to be a few hours missing somewhere. She had shown up for detention, but Snape had told her it was canceled and she went on her way. It was nearly evening. Perhaps she had been walking the school for longer than she had thought. The students that went on the Hogsmeade trip would be back shortly.
She was feeling a bit woozy, leaning against the wall for support. Her whole body ached. ‘That couldn’t be from just walking.’ It hurt particularly between her legs. Her underwear felt damp and sticky. She closed her eyes tiredly, collapsing right before the stairs.
She came to a few hours later as Madam Pomfrey tried to make her drink some kind of disgusting liquid. She spluttered, eyes fluttering open as some of the mixture dribbled down her chin. She groaned, looking around the Hospital Wing. “What am I doing here?”
Madam Pomfrey shushed her. “Sleep deary. Mr. Malfoy found you collapsed on the stairs. Carried you all the way up here, he did.” She nodded her head, indicating Draco, who was sitting in a bed across from her.
“Oh. What’s he doing here? Is he hurt?” She looked at him. He didn’t seem to be injured.
“The lad slipped and broke a few ribs on his way up. He’s been treated and will be leaving shortly.”
Lane nodded, then winced as she tried to sit up.
Poppy leaned forward, putting her hand on the girl’s arm. “What is it? Are you hurt, dear?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Where does it hurt? Let me see.”
Lane looked nervously from Madam Pomfrey to Malfoy, then back. The witch nodded.
“Mr. Malfoy, you are free to leave. Now!”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “I don’t take orders from lowly witches like you.” He stood and walked from the room, like it had been his own idea to leave.
Poppy looked as though she was about to blow a gasket, her face red and hands shaking.
“Why I never! The nerve! I’ll have to talk to Severus about him.” She calmed, turning back to her patient. “So? Let’s see it.”
Lane blushed, feeling very reluctant. She removed the blankets and threw off her robe, making to take off her pants. She hissed painfully as she removed them, showing the crotch of her pants were damp and her underwear was soaked with blood. Poppy laughed. “Oh, it’s just cramps. Haven’t you ever had a period before?”
Lane looked at her, shocked. She nodded. “Of course I have! Every month since I was ten! I just had my period last week!”
The witch paled. “Oh...I see. Have you...” She turned an unnatural shade of crimson. “have you participated in any...sexual acts?”
She gaped, shaking her head. “Not that I know of.”
The nurse nodded, looking a bit worried. “Well, take off your knickers, sweet. Let us have a look.”
Lane winced again as she stripped off her underwear. Madam Pomfrey gasped loudly.
“What? What’s wrong?” Madam Pomfrey didn’t answer.
“Could you try and turn over?” Lane grimaced and quickly flipped onto her stomach.
“Hold still dear, I’m just going to do a few little spells.” The witch whispered quickly, flicking her wand audibly. The blood on her vagina and butt disappeared and the torn flesh mended, leaving small white scares. “Here dear. You can wear these.” Lane was handed a common pair of slacks, much too big for her, and probably older than she was. “I’ve sent a house elf for some of your clothes.”
She nodded, changing quickly. “Do you know what was wrong?”
Madam Pomfrey ignored the question. “You should get some sleep. I’ll be gone for a little while. I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore a minute.” She stood, hastily leaving the room.
Lane couldn’t sleep. As soon as she got her change of clothes, she left the Hospital Wing and headed back for Gryffindor Tower.
~~~~~~Gryffindor Tower~~~~~~
Ron smiled widely, face and ears turning crimson as she stepped into the common room. “Oi, Lane! I bought you some chocolate frogs and whizzing fizbees.” He handed the items to her, nearly passing out as their hands met for a few moments.
“It was awful nice of you to buy those things so Ron could get Lane something. I think it was about time Ron fancied someone.” Hermione whispered to Harry as they watched the two.
“Thanks Ron. Did you guys have a good time?” She sat on one of the overstuffed chairs, all pain and stiffness gone.
Ronald nodded happily. “Sure. It would have been better if you had been there, though.” His face darkened. “I can’t believe that prude gave you detention on a Hogsmeade weekend.”
She sighed. “Yeah, it totally sucks. To make it worse, when I got there, he canceled on me!”
Ron looked angry, his face redder than his hair. “Bloody wanker! He probably did it just so you wouldn’t get to go with us.”
~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~
“Hey Lane, why didn’t you tell us you were in the Hospital Wing yesterday?” Harry had come up behind her as they all walked towards their Advanced Potions class.
She looked at him, surprised. “How did you find out?”
“We just came from taking Neville to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey told us.”
Hermione stated, watching her. “Oh...Well, it wasn’t anything serious. I had been so nervous about my detention that I passed out ‘cause I didn’t get any sleep.”
“Go ahead without me, I’ll meet up with you guys in a sec.” She called to Harry, Ron, and Hermione as class ended. Snape had bolted to the door, being the first one to leave. It seemed strange, like for some reason he was avoiding her. He never looked in her direction, even if it was to yell at her for sneaking ingredients to Neville, who had returned from the Hospital Wing. She gathered up her bundle of books and threw her bag over her shoulder.
There was a hot breath on her neck. “What happened yesterday? You don’t seem like the kind which would faint. Why did Madam Pomfrey make me leave?” It was Malfoy, nosy as ever.
“It’s none of your business, Draco.”
He twirled her around, making her drop her books. He pinned her against the wall, holding her hands so she wouldn’t slap him again. “I think it is. Everything you do is my business. All that goes on in this school is my business.” He sniffed her hair, pressing himself against her leg.
“Get off of me, Draco.”
He rubbed up against her, his heated mouth on her throat. “Lane...”
She closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall. “Draco. I have to go.” She pushed against his chest, sprinting from the room.
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