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“Blaise, I really ain’t fucking around anymore, if you stole from me just because you thought it was fun. I would tell Zaira you’ve having a tryst with the daughter of Amelia Bones , a Hufflepuff to the boot. Do you get it? I’ll bloody show you fun!” Draco threatened with her fist fisted on her skirt. She was absolutely fuming and someone was moaning about how she was causing a scene again but Draco couldn’t care less, she just lost a tie.
Another damned tie.
At this point, Draco would have to haul Madam Malkin’s Slytherin ties or lock her ties in a coffer because she just realized that it was that valuable to these fucking boor who steals things .
“Why the hell would I steal your tie?” Blaise exasperatedly asked, plopping his whole body on one of the beanbags. A nearby third-year sensed the tension and ran away immediately.
“Yes, why would you steal my tie, Blaise? Well, I don’t know! Maybe because you stole my bracelet to give it to Susan?”
“And what will she do with a Slytherin tie?”
“Give it to her fashionably challenged friend so that maybe they’ll have a tiny bit of chance of finding a date for the ball.” Draco then reasoned, flipping her hair to the side before leaning forward, mouth curled. “A green tie instead of mustard, with a dash of mud from their grandmother’s dead soil as if brown would alleviate that girl’s complexion. She looks like she’s been dressing up as a lemon custard and my tie would have tremendously helped.”
“That doesn’t make any bloody sense, and I didn’t steal anything–” Blaise exclaimed but Draco cut him off when she levitated a pillow and threw it at him.
Draco then shrieked, “Didn’t steal anything! Am I wearing my pearl bracelet right now? No, Right? Because you stole it and gave it to bloody Amelia!”
“I can’t help that she’s taken a liking to it.” Blaise explained, hands up to avoid another onslaught of pillows. “Plus, I already ordered you another one!”
That actually caught Draco’s attention. If there’s something that could make a Slytherin halt in their macerations of killing someone then it was bribery. She cocked her head to the side and simultaneously dropped the pillows. “Really? What bracelet?”
Blaise sighed dutifully. Draco already knew what it was,“Obsidian. Now that got you to shut up.”
“Thank you. Pomfrey would have liked for me to have an obsidian bracelet.” She says, before dropping beside him on the sofa. She also shot Abegail Zajac a glare when she found her looking at her again. Or at Blaise. Draco doesn’t have the energy to pay her jealous dormmate any attention. “When is the bracelet coming?”
Blaise shrugged, grunting as he pressed a hand on his lower stomach. “A week from now. I’ve never bothered to ask.”
“Should have availed fast delivery. I need it to shield me from the looming negativity, who knows what the negativity will do to my beauty sleep."
“Who’s negative?”
“You exactly!” Draco sneered at his bored face. Boys are absolutely boring. She will never get the appeal. Then, she remembers to gossip about Pomfrey because honestly, the woman’s life is the only interesting thing Draco filed away inside her brain. The last gossip she heard was about a Hufflepuff pregnancy – and that was a year ago.
“Did you know that Pomfrey has a crystal anklet? Weirdly when she showed me the crystals, one of them was the innards of a Fire Dwelling Salamander encased in a Jasper.” Draco chattered, smirking a bit before lightly kicking Blaise for his move. She continued her mindless chatter until she realized that she had forgotten something.
Gasping, “My tie, Blaise!”
Blaise ended up ordering her a new tie, and it was definitely more satisfying when Pansy ganged up on him to buy them shoes too. Friends with royal blood truly have benefits.
“I got the parasite out.” Draco said, lips biting in concentration before ordering the floating magnifying spectacles to shine a light into one of the pig intestines. She carefully levitated the last one out while carefully massaging the charmed intestines of a pig. Regardless of the fact that the pig was dead, the intestines acted like it was alive, uncharacteristically pink with blood staining Draco’s gloves.
“What do I do next?” She asked, the bubble shield surrounding her head moving along her head. And that was Draco’s biggest mistake because the moment she looked up at Pomfrey, she accidentally stabbed the colon.
“This is such an amateur mistake.” Draco hissed to herself , dropping the levitated surgical instruments into a nearby metal bowl. The clanking made Draco frown as she saw that Madam Pomfrey finally ended the spell, the intestines of the Pig finally turning grey.
“You did well with the usage of Sponge Forceps. I thought you wouldn’t be able to do it.” Pomfrey commented, a smile in the edge of her mouth before turning into a frown. “Still, you really should overcome your affinity for looking up before the job is done. Just because you’ve plucked out the problem, doesn’t mean that it’s already done.”
“I’ll do better.” Draco said, vanishing the remains of equipment and scorgifying her skin, a little too hard, that it came out sore looking like it was slapped. She couldn’t bring herself to care, “Same time?”
“Of course.” Pomfrey peered under her eyelashes before concentrating on draining the pigs blood to be preserved for a repeat performance tomorrow. “Also, please tell Mr. Holmes to ask his younger brother and no—not just ask, demand that spoiled child to stop stealing dittany. I knew that he was quite fond of adventure but he should allow me to heal it instead of stealing.”
“Mycroft?” She asked, remembering the Sixth Year Prefect who’s a perfect crossover of a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw. “What’s with his brother?”
“You never knew about Sheryl?” Pomfrey looks surprised. Draco could only scowl that not only she was actually missing newsworthy gossip, but if even Pomfrey knew about it, it just meant that Draco was truly out of season.
“I was too preoccupied to care.” She rolled her eyes, finally removing the “I’ll tell him, See you tomorrow Madam Pomfrey.”
“Take off the spectacles, Miss Malfoy.” She tapped her eyeglasses, Draco smiled at her and as soon another hospital curtain closed, she found herself once again in the hall, face to face with Harry.
Draco couldn’t help but clench her fist in her wand. Fuckity fuck these feelings .
“Potter.” She tried her effective bored drawl, wishing from the pits of hell to make Harry go away. Out of her three introductory greetings: saying Potter with a squeak, saying Potter with a haughty voice that would like to see her go down, and saying Potter as if she wanted her to be gone. The last one, that one, that one works the best to making Potter leave her be.
Not today though.
“Malfoy,” she said, pushing herself from the castle wall as if she were casually waiting for her to get out of the Infirmary. Like what couples do , Draco’s cursed mind supplied. She felt herself flush, causing her to frown more. She must look like she’s going to eat Potter alive.
But maybe that’s exactly what she needed. What does this woman want from her?
“Get on with it, Potter. I don’t have all day.” Draco said, her skirt swishing to the right as she dramatically turned away from the source of her dilemma.
Potter followed her closely behind, her leather shoes rubbing across the floor along Draco’s heel ones. Every sound increases Draco’s chance of contracting stress-induced ulcers. “Do you have any items that you want to give away?”
“What?” Draco halted, turning her face around only to find that Potter was too close to her liking. “Back off, Potter. What? Are you sniffing me?”
“You smell like lavenders,” Harry said, backing off, and casually pulling on her tie to loosen it, This, Draco thought, was going to be the end of her. She knew that she’d pass out at this very moment.
“You aren’t going to deny that?” Draco managed to blurt, pulling down the reins of prickling needles that took place in his lower stomach. Potter was smelling me? She thought I smelled like lavenders? Does she like lavenders? Does she like it? Bloody Fuck.
“Last time, you smelled like parchment paper.” She said, but she wasn’t exactly talking to her. Draco wasn’t too thrilled with that observation especially when the first thought her mind supplied was the fact Potter admitted to smelling her, twice . “I think it will do.”
“Wha-What will do , Potter? If you don’t have the mental capabilities to spiel what you want from me then duly stop wasting my time.” She hissed before trudging forward. She never ran before, and she won’t start now - but if the sound of Potter calling after her persists, then she might be tempted to.
“Wait! Malfoy! I just have a proposition!” At last, Potter managed to grasp Draco’s arm, her big hands wrapping instinctively into her small wrist. With the force that made Draco bounce on her place - it is no surprise that it made her wince. Potter at least has the sensibilities to let go.
“I just need a thing from you. Anything, like...like Candy Wrappers? Anything you’ve touched, or eaten or- or your Magnifying Spectacles.” Harry said, eyes glinting as if she found her target on Draco’s left hand. Then she proceeded to point out why Draco was using Magnifying Spectacles as if that was the most weirdest thing happening at the moment.
Draco ignored her question and asked, “You want anything I touched or eaten? Are you out of your she-bollocks, Potter? Is this another fetish you developed along with you? Sniffing things like a werewolf? How alarming.”
“Your cousin is a half-wolf too Draco.”
“Well, thank Morgana for miracles, because I will be there to teach him not to sniff girls!”
Harry made a spectacle of rolling her eyes backward. Draco hoped it would never come back. “God, just–this is a fucking bad idea.”
“Your fault, not mine,” Draco said, briskly.
“Clearly.” Harry said, “I’ll try again tomorrow.”
“Whatever.” Draco managed to blurt out before fleeing like she was on fire or as if a wasp was after her.
In fact, she was chanting in her head to not look back, not even once, but just before she turns to the corner, she couldn’t help but just glance for a moment only to see Potter looking at her still.
Draco has to gasp out a little eep before angrily taking a sharp turn.
Fucking potter! Fucking feelings!