𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 ~ 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷
y/n = your name
You feel a soft hand brush up against your cheek, startling you awake. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to recollect what was happening. You were in the hospital wing but why?
The last thing you remember was trying to get Cedric away from you. You remember taking a sip of punch while watching Draco emerge from the crowd of students, looking worried.
Your eyes scan the room, moving up and meeting with Draco’s, whose fingers were intertwined with your hair, and his other hand was holding yours. His eyes were the opposite of yours; yours were filled with confusion and fear while his were calm and comforting.
He was analyzing your face with a small grin on his face; not the smirking, devilish kind, but the sweet, caring kind. It was odd seeing Malfoy like this; nice and all.
You study his perfect complexion, although there were slight circles under his eyes as if he’s been up all night.
Has he been waiting?
His hand moves away from your hair as he places his hand lightly on our cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your perfect skin.
“It’s alright, I’m here,” he whispers, smirking down at you.
Your heart flutters as he continues to study you, you still struggling to focus on an object beside the bed across from you. From what you could tell, the hospital wing was empty except for the two of you.
Madame Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen, which was odd, considering she spent every waking moment in the hospital wing brewing potions and creating healing serums from the healthy Mandragoras Professor Sprout was growing in the greenhouses. Herbology has always been an interesting and intriguing subject of magic to you.
You look back over to Draco, looking him in the eye. It was weird seeing him like this. It was as if he cared about you.
He doesn’t care about anybody but himself.
There was absolutely no way he stayed because he wanted to. You refuse to believe it.
You sit up, leaning your back against the headboard of the hospital bed, skin meeting metal, sending shivers up your spine causing you to shiver. You were stiff from lying down all morning and roll your head to release all tension.
Malfoy’s hand lets go of you as he adjusts himself into a more upright position.
You rub your eyes, attempting to regain focus. Your eyes were heavy as if a ten-pound weight was attached to them, pulling them down. If only they got an extra three hours of rest, you would feel much better.
“What happened?” You groan.
“It was Parkinson, she fucking poisoned you,” he begins to play with his rings, looking down at them.
Of course it was Pansy. Who else would do something like this?
You thought that since she started to spend time with Hermione, she would have changed or even tried to. Considering Hermione wouldn’t be okay with any of this.
Surely Hermione wouldn’t take her side...
At least not the Hermione I know. What if Pansy had a negative effect on her? There’s no way right? I mean, it’s Hermione.
The same Hermione who helped you cram before your Astrology test when you pulled an all-nighter because you were out doing Merlin knows what with Diggory.
The same Hermione who helped you learn your way around the castle first year after getting separated from your Slytherin group.
The same Hermione who used to listen to your rants every single right, telling you what you should or shouldn’t do, teaching you what was morally right.
The same Hermione who helped you stay here. Stay alive. After your father passed. You were broken. You needed her and she was there for you.
Through everything, Hermione was always there and you can’t even begin to think of her turning to Pansy. Pansy is a terrible influence. But Hermione’s strong, so you know in the end, she’ll do the right thing.
You needed to talk to Hermione before this thought takes over your mind. You can’t bear to lose her. Not after losing your dad.
“Where’s Hermione?” You query, rushed to go find her as you sit yourself up at the edge of the bed, feet hanging off.
Draco places his hand on your shoulder slowly pushing you back down onto the bed, not letting you leave.
“No. Don’t go- I’m-” he stammers, “Madame Pomfrey is worried you won’t be well yet. She told me to keep you here until she gets back,”
He looks up at you, elbows still resting on his knees and hands still fiddling with his rings. He was sliding them on and off, with a look of almost...embarrassment.
You look into his eyes, thinking back and retracing your steps to know exactly what happened before you fell unconscious.
The last thing you remember was Malfoy’s eyes meeting yours as he plowed through the crowd to get to you.
And Diggory. He was begging you to talk to him. It was quite annoying really, but that’s when you were distracted. At least that’s how you remember it.
He wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how many times you asked him to. He just kept nagging and aggravating you to the point where you just needed to get away.
What was his deal anyway?
What did he want to talk about?
Did he know Pany was going to do this?
Where was Hermione?
Did she see Pansy slip the poison into my drink?
How did they know it was poison?
Was Pansy lying?
Does Hermione believe Pansy?
Does Diggory know I’m in the hospital?
Does he know about all this?
Why isn’t he here?
Is he upset?
You began to drown in your flooding thoughts before the big wooden doors of the hospital wing flew open as Madame Pomfrey, as well as Professor Dumbledore and Snape, come charging in, shoes clicking along the stone floor.
It gave you a breather to sit back and release you from your aching thoughts.
You were always one to overthink, most of your predictions surprisingly true.
“Miss Evans! How wonderful to see you awake!” Madame Pomfrey walks up to the opposite side of the bed as Malfoy, twisting and turning her hand over your forehead, waving her wand at you in such ways you have never seen.
She mutters spells under her breath; you assume she’s checking if her healing potions were successful.
“How are you feeling?” Dumbledore queries, eyeing Draco.
“I- I’m feeling brilliant- erm- may I leave now?” You were hesitant to ask, seeing as you didn’t really know the average recovery time in the hospital after ingesting poison. But you didn’t really care you just needed to talk to Mione.
Dumbledore just chuckles, folding his fingers together.
“Eager to leave?” he looks over to Madame Pomfrey with a grin, “oh how I wish to be young and ambitious again,”
Draco watches as Madame Pomfrey takes a step back, crossing her arms. She looks like she’s about to say something but can’t put the words together.
You knew that feeling. Sometimes it happened at the most unfortunate of moments, causing you to be embarrassed, but you could not for the life of you, put together a normal sentence.
“Mister Malfoy,” Madame Pomfrey waves her hand at him causing him to look up at her, eyes full of confusion, “please leave I need to do some more tests and take care of a few things,”
Malfoy just stares up at her, not moving a muscle.
“Malfoy, leave,” she repeats, the sweet voice vanishing and now becoming more assertive.
The air became still as tension grew between him and Pomfrey.
Why in the bloody hell isn’t he leaving?
“Malfoy, go,” you tap on his shoulder, breaking the tension between him and Madame Pomfrey.
“No, I don’t trust them to-” He’s cut off.
“Mister. Malfoy. Leave.” Snape’s shrill voice slices through the air as he drags out his words.
“Please Draco- Leave,” you encourage, as his grey eyes whip over to you at the sound of his name.
He scans the room as all eyes are on him. Dumbledore looked quite amused at the teenage drama afront him. It was fairly immature of Malfoy to act like this.
He huffs, slamming his fist on the arm of the chair, standing up so fast, the hair almost knocks over as he storms off.
The sound of his black dress shoes pattering along the stone floor starts to decrease as Malfoy storms down the corridor, to the common room you presume.
You watch as Dumbledore walks up to the side of the bed where you were now sitting up, against the headboard. He pulls the chair under him as he sits down, intertwining his fingers once again.
“Who did this to you?” He asks in a low, steady voice that somewhat frightened you.
Did Draco not tell them?
It was Pansy.
Do they not know?
Or is this just a test?
“P- Pansy. It was Pansy,” you retort.
“Pansy Parkinson?” Madame Pomfrey cuts in.
“Oh my Merlin!” she gasps, throwing her hands over her mouth, looking over to Snape, who had his same unpleased expression plastered onto his face.
You just want them to get over with whatever this is so you can go and find Hermione and Malfoy; especially Hermione.
“Miss Evans, what exactly happened because from what I can see, you are perfectly fine,” Snape’s scratchy and deep voice echos throughout the hospital.
“Parkinson. Sh- She poisoned me- now may I please go?”
Your eyes dart back and forth between all the professors before you, hoping for a sign telling you that you can leave, but none of their expressions change.
“Not. Quite. Yet,” Snape starts to walk up to the foot of your bed, placing his hands on the metal bar, peering down at you, “what evidence do you have to prove yourself?”
“I- Draco told me she did,”
You didn’t exactly know what happened or how Malfoy figured it out, but for some reason, by the look in his eyes, you trusted him. You trusted him more than you did yourself.
Snape’s head turns towards Dumbledore, his chin lifted up high.
“That’s not too convincing, now is it?” He questions.
“Now now Severus. We both know what McGonagall told us,”
“But who’s to say it is true?”
“Are you suggesting Minerva- lied?” Dumbledore looked quite offended as he slowly stood up, walking up to Snape.
“Now,” Dumbledore turns his gaze to you, examining your state, “she seems well enough to leave. She shouldn’t be the one we’re questioning,”
You look up to Pomfrey, awaiting any sign that agrees with Dumbledore, allowing you to leave.
“Well you seem alright,” she peers over to Snape and Dumbledore expecting a reaction, then looks back over to you, having an eager expression across your face. She sighs, “alright, go ahead Miss Evans,”
Without any hesitation, you sit up from the bed, picking up your shoes from the ground, running off, down the hospital wing, reaching the doors.
Your head was pounding, feet were cold from your bare feet pressing but you didn’t care. You needed to find Hermione and talk to her.
You push open the heavy doors using more energy than usual, considering you’re still recovering from being poisoned, and step out into the corridor, the cold breeze hitting your face and your bare shoulders making you shiver from shock.
You slip through the doors and turn to close it behind you when you feel a cold hand grab the back of your neck, fingers wrapped around it. They swirl you around and before you can comprehend what’s going on, you are less than an inch away from Malfoy, his back pressed against the corridor wall.
“I was wondering when you were gonna finally come out,” he whispers, lifting his hand to tuck a small strand of hair behind your ear.
His eyes made you feel like melting to the ground. The smell of firewhiskey lingered in the air around you seeing as you and he had drunk a lot during the Yule Ball. His tie was slightly undone, hair ruffled and unkempt.
“I- I was just gonna come to look for you-” You say, confused about where to start.
You had too many questions to ask.
Your gaze moves down, to the floor as thoughts, once again, flood your mind.
What happened exactly?
Why did she poison me?
Why is he here?
Why did he stay?
Your thoughts are interrupted by Malfoys hand pressed against your cheek, pulling your head up so your eyes meet his once again.
“Listen,” he rubs his thumb against your cheek moving slightly closer to your face, breath blowing against your face, “Pansy will get what she deserves. I’ll make sure of it,”
What″s that supposed to mean?
“What are you gonna do to her?” you query, quite worried of what his answer will be.
He sighs, looking up into the empty corridor, “don’t worry about it,”
“No. Tell me,”
“I said, don’t worry about-” you cut him off.
“But I do worry. I don’t want you getting into trouble Malfoy-”
He cuts you off, grabbing your chin tightly, index finger covering your lips. His rings were pressing onto your skin, causing a slight stinging.
“I said. Don’t fucking worry about it Evans,” he looks deeply into your eyes, with a more stern look this time.
He takes his hand and slides it back onto your cheek, looking up once again into the seemingly abandoned corridor.
There wasn’t one person, causing the breeze to be stronger than ever. The wind whistling through the cracks in the windows, cold air blowing through your hair, Draco’s warm breath compensating the cool surroundings.
“I need to find her. I need to make her fucking pay for poisoning you-” he begins to say, slowly inching away from the wall, attempting to turn away.
Where in Merlin’s beard does he think he’s going?
You cut him off by placing your hands on his shoulders, pushing him against the wall, not letting him move another inch. His face has a look of surprise as if he didn’t expect what was to come.
“I don’t want you getting in trouble Draco,”
The sound of his name gets his attention, making him angrier as he clenches his jaw which accentuates his sharp jawline.
He grabs onto your shoulders, spinning you around so you are now with your back against the wall. You grab onto his wrists which were holding you back from moving anywhere and examine his face. He was now rubbing his tongue on the inside of his cheeks with frustration.
“Evans, listen to me. She will not get away with this. Don’t fucking worry about what I’m doing, just get back to your dorm,”
You were hoping your words would have the same effect as they did on the right of the Yule Ball. You hoped he would listen to you, and hopefully leave Pansy be. You had to keep trying.
You place your hand on his clenched jawline, causing it to calm as he relaxed his muscles, looking curiously down at you.
“Draco, please,” you look deeply into his eyes trying to find the part of him you saw at the Yule Ball, “she’s not worth getting expelled over. Please,”
He sighs, looking down to the floor. He seemed somewhat relieved that he no longer had to worry about Pansy.
He slides his finger between the knot is his tie, pulling it loose so the two ends of the tie were now draping over his shoulders. He then ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it even more.
Bloody hell he’s hot.
“Fine Evans,” he looks up to the wall behind him, chuckling out of disbelief, “I can’t believe I actually listen to you. You know?”
You place your other hand on the other side of his face, making his eyes lock onto yours. You give him a sweet smile. You don’t say anything, you just nod.
He looked beautiful as the flickering light from the torches lining the castle radiated off of his face. You loved whatever you two had. What did you two have?
Whatever it was, it was beautiful and you knew it would only grow from there.
You watch as his tongue slides across his plump lips, as he looks you up and down.
“Y’know, after a night like that, you look-”
Before he could say anything more, you pressed your lips against his, sharing a warm and wet kiss. He pulls out of the kiss, surprised at your boldness, but quickly dives in for another once he reads your face.
You wanted to feel his touch again. You felt as if he was the only way to forget all your thoughts and worries.
You always did distract yourself with anything you could think of instead of facing your problems and facing your thoughts. The worst thing for you was being alone with your thoughts because you knew they would eventually flood your brain, causing you to be in a never-ending loop of regret and pain.
The soft pecks become mouth gaping kisses as your tongues swirl around each other perfectly in sync. His hand slowly moves down your back, holding your waist and pulling your body up to his.
Your bodies were now touching, the warmth making you forget about your feet, which now felt like icicles considering you were still barefoot. He slowly backs you up against the wall of the empty corridor, placing a hand on the wall beside your head.
His other hand then moves behind your deck as he slides his fingers through your hair, taking a handful of it. He then pulls it back, causing your head to jerk back, breaking the kiss. He slowly glides his tongue along your jawline and down to your neck, as he places his wet lips onto it, slowly sucking.
You felt his warm breath up against your neck as he continued to suck two more times, each time leaving a purple mark. He then pulls out, lips plump and wet, releasing your hair from his grasp.
Without warning, he dives in for another kiss, once again, tongues dancing with each other as the kiss becomes harder and more passionate.
For a split second, you pull out of the kiss to take a short breath and in that time, you could see a figure walking up towards the two of you. To this, you hold Malfoy back from kissing you once more as you wait to see who it is.
Please don’t let it be-
He was still wearing his suit and all of his dress clothes from the Ball. His hair also looked messy, as well as his tie and he himself looked unkempt.
He looked hurt. More than before. But you didn’t know how to face him. How to talk to him. How to tell him that it was Malfoy. It always was.
Diggory walks up to you, as Draco whips his head around to see what you find so interesting.
“You could’ve just told me you were picking Malfoy,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “Were you hoping I would find out like this?”
Of course not.
You look over to Draco, placing your hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes.
“I’ll be back,”
You start to run after Cedric, stopping him halfway down the corridor. You place your hand on his shoulder as he whips his head around, looking into your eyes. His silver eyes were full of pain and regret. Similar to how yours were every tie you would let thoughts take over your mind.
“What?” Diggory shouts.
You’re taken aback by his reaction and take a few seconds to put together your thoughts.
Truthfully, you hadn’t the slightest clue what you would say to him. You couldn’t form a sentence that would make up for the way you treated him.
“Cedric- I- I’m sorry. I should’ve told you-”
“You should’ve. Now it’s too late, innit? I found out for myself, thanks,”
You place a hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down because from what you could tell, he was breaking. The veins on his forehead were sticking out due to stress and anger.
Cedric throws your hand off his shoulder, taking a step back. He looks you up and down, almost disgusted, his top lip raised.
He scoffs, then walks away without another word.
And that was it.
That was the end of a beautiful friendship.
At least you still hoped it wasn’t the end.
Cedric walks away, ripping off his tie, and holding it in his hand as it dangled down, dragging along the floor of the castle.
You turn to look back at Draco, but he was nowhere in the corridor.
He was gone.