The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

Pumpkin juice

I know it's been forever since I last updated but here's chapter 19? I think... I didn't edit this so sorry if it sucks...But oh my goodness thank you so much for 9k seriously wtf!! Ily

My body felt numb; so cold, desperate for some form of warmth but I was ill-fated. My attempt to control the constant ringing within my own head: holding my hands to my ears; failing. Screams form in my throat and escape my lips with immense force. Tears stream down my face like a waterfall, pooling on the cold forest floor beneath my aching feet.

"Make it stop!"

CRACK. I fall to my knees. CRACK. The bones within my frame break one by one. My hands fall forward, crashing onto the mixture of leaves and moss. CRACK. I scream in pain. Begging and praying do no use to me in this state, there is no one around, no one to save me.

CRACK. My body falls limp, squirming, and fidgeting as my bones break and reform; dislocate and relocate. CRACK. I dig my fingers deep into the soil, but as my eyes defog just the slightest; enough for me to see a clear view of my once slender fingers now cracking and expanding, along with my fingernails.

"What is happening to me?!" I cry.

My heart pounds rapidly in and out of my chest. I roll onto my back unintentionally. Through the thick layer of tree branches, I could see a bright light, peaking through whatever crack or crevice insight. As the wind pushes through the towering evergreens it moves a few branches to the side, revealing the culprit of my pain, the reason for my current suffering: the full moon.

As I thought that my body couldn't take any more of the pain, it stopped. My eyes burst open and my body shoots up, chest heaving up and down as my mouth stays agape, breathing intensely as my body attempts to calm down. I hastily move my head left and right, my eyes searching the familiar room I sat in: the hospital wing. It was just a dream.

I sigh, a wave of relief floods my body. "Pure, you're awake! We were so worried," though my vision was slightly blurred, I still managed to recognize the bushy-haired bookworm sitting at the edge of my hospital bed. "Y-yeah I um what-" my voice was groggily and quiet; my confusion on the situation was bubbling. "Bloody hell Pure, you look like you've just seen a ghost." "Language Ronald." scolded Hermione. "What do you think you'd look like if you just fought a dragon?"

My eyes widened and I cut in, "I-I'm sorry I did what?" Wait, the dragon. "Yeah! You don't remember? that Hungarian horntail that got loose almost killed a group of first years and you threw yourself in front of them, despite our constant attempts to stop you." Ron explained. "Oh yeah." I pressed my fingers against my temples in a failed attempt to calm my pounding head.

"What was that spell you used on the dragon?"

My vision travels to the left to be met with beautiful green eyes, filled with curiosity. The messy raven-haired boy sat beside the hospital bed in a metal chair, leaning forward with his elbows bent, digging into his knees. Eagerness etched across his features. "What spell?" I ask innocently, knowing perfectly well what he was referring to. He furrows his eyebrows slightly and squints his eyes. "The spell you used to shoot fire at the dragon? Ring any bells Pure?" He clarifies. "I-I don't remember..." I shrug, avoiding eye contact.

"Pure, I know you remember. As you were walking toward the dragon you kept mumbling something. It was like vestma- voist-" "insamnia vesto..." Ron continued. "Okay okay yeah, I get it." I sigh in defeat. "Look, you guys can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. And I mean anyone." My eyes stared directly into the blue-eyed ginger's soul demandingly. He nods cluelessly, but as he catches onto the fact that we were all collectively glaring at the boy he scoffs, "Wha- hey! I can keep a secret!" Hermione raises an eyebrow. "Alright fine. I'll try my best. Stop looking at me, woman! At least I'm not as bad as Neville." He folds his arms above his chest.