𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 [h. potter]

----- 𝐕𝐈 | 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

『 warnings: descriptions of gore, blood, but so much fluff at the end :) and yes that means a really cute harry scene 』

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❝ and if you have a minute

why don't we go

talk about it

somewhere only we know. ❞

- somewhere only we know, keane

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HOGWARTS, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1993

Malfoy's absence from class had been nothing short of absolutely glorious. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Hermione and Elizabeth didn't have to put up with getting called "mudbloods" on the daily, and Harry didn't have to deal with his archenemy's jabs about his parents and friends.

Unfortunately, Elizabeth couldn't avoid him in the hospital wing. She had asked Madame Pomfrey after the first day of school if she would like her help again that year, and she was over the moon to have her back (Madame Pomfrey was so overjoyed, she even told Elizabeth she could call her Poppy, although that felt wrong to her, so she settled for Ms. Poppy). It would've been a wonderful experience so far if Malfoy hadn't taken up residence in the hospital wing. Every day, Madame Pomfrey told him he was fine, only to be met with, "My father won't be happy if he finds out I was sent back to class before I was healthy." His threats meant he had managed to delay returning to classes for an entire week.

After trying to convince the Slytherin boy to leave once more with no success, Madame Pomfrey walked over to Elizabeth, who was wrapping up the arm of a first-year boy who had been shoved into the bushes by some rude fifth year.

Madame Pomfrey lowered her voice as she shook her head. "It's been a whole week!" she whispered. "He can't stay here forever!"

Elizabeth continued wrapping the boy's arm without looking as she glanced over her shoulder at where Draco was opening a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. His Slytherin friends had taken the liberty of sending him an abundance of sweets and get-well gifts to aid in his "recovery," although, due to the fact that he was barely even injured, it didn't help very much.

"He'll leave soon, Ms. Poppy. I know Marcus Flint will drag him out of here sooner or later to start practicing for Quidditch," Elizabeth whispered back as Madame Pomfrey looked at Malfoy worriedly.