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I'm currently laying in a fucking hospital bed right next to the drama queen Draco Malfoy. Pansy's spoon feeding him soup like he just came back from the dead. I mean technically in a way he did.
Snape just had to save the day.
"Okay Parkinson, that's enough." He pushes the spoon away.
"Just one more." She whines, moving the spoon back up to his mouth.
He pushes the spoon back away, "no. Now get out, I'm tired."
"But Dra—"
"Now."
She turns to me, hissing "stay away from him you psycho bitch," giving me a dirty glare before giving his cheek a light peck and leaving, taking her bland soup with her.
Byeeee.
Madam Pomfrey walks up to us, "okay dears, nothing is broken, I just need to heal your cuts and you're good to go. Some will leave scars though, very little ones, so they shouldn't be too noticeable."
She heals our wounds and gives us a couple vials of potions with electrolytes to help with our fatigue before sending us off. I ended up with a scar on my thigh from the cut he gave me. Draco ended up getting a scar on the end of his eyebrow and his chest; I really left a permanent mark on him. Now he'll have something to remember me for.
I walk ahead of him, not looking back. I know he's gonna go full interrogation mode on me. I'm too tired to deal with him right now.
"Karkaroff." I hear him call out my name but I keep walking. Suddenly he pulls on my arm and turns me to face him. "When I call your name, you answer me."
"Oh, for fucks sake will you just shut up. I'm exhausted, I want to sleep." I roll my eyes at him.
"I don't care." He tightens his hold on my arm. "What the fuck was that in the Great Hall?"
"A duel, and you lost." I pat his shoulder, turning away but he turns me to him again.
"No one won, Snape interfered. But we both know I would've won. And don't act innocent, you know what you did."
"What, the Avada Kadavra bullshit? You know I was actually considering it but I thought nahhh, I'll save it for later."
"I'm talking about the fucking snake!" He whisper yells at me.
"Yeah? the one that you conjured on me? What about it?" I cross my arms over my chest.
"What do you mean 'what about it'?" He mimics my voice "You know Parseltongue?"
"Okay? And?"
"So you admit it then? Because when Potter found out he acted completely oblivious to the whole situation."
