It's Immortality My Darling~ Draco Malfoy X Reader

Chapter 12

I was definitely late for class now. I basically sprinted down the empty halls and through the woods to make it to the clearing. I have no idea why they decided to have this class outdoors, it's just unnecessary and stupid if you ask me.

Once I finally made it all eyes turned to me, this is why I always try to avoid been late, causes way more embarrassment than it's worth. Once again we had class with the Gryffindors and once again the class was split in two, Slytherins together on one side and Gryffindors on the other.

Ugh and to make this whole situation worse Draco was stood there with pug face Parkinson, is this a joke? She's like a parasite that won't leave. Fuck this shit I'd rather die than go stand over there. I scan the students in front of me in hopes to find a familiar face so I didn't have to be a loner in this class.

The only person I know who isn't a Slytherin is Harry Potter, we're friendly with each other, I don't see any reason why I can't go over to him. I walk over to him and his group of friends as quickly as possible to avoid causing any further disruption, I keep my head down because I know everyone's still staring at me, even more now that I choose to stand with the Gryffindors instead of my own house.

"Sorry I'm late" I mutter lowly to the professor, keeping my eyes on my shoes for the time being so I didn't accidentally make eye contact with anyone, anyone been Draco. I could already feel his eyes burning into me with anger, I could see his left eye twitching with irritation and as cute as I found that, I wasn't ready to deal with him right now.

"Uh- yea that's uhm quite alright" the professor stutters, is that? No it can't be? I higher my gaze to meet the brown ones that are already staring in my direction. No way. No. No. No. This can't be happening right now. Why did all my former friends decide to teach at Hogwarts? And why did Dumbledore not give me any warnings?

We stayed like that for a few seconds more, staring at each other, trying to figure a way out of this awkward situation.

"Alright then" Hagrid began his lesson as if nothing strange was occurring right now , as if he didn't even know me. Ouch. Had he seriously forgotten me already?

The whole lesson flew by, and unsurprisingly I didn't learn a single thing. My mind was elsewhere, in a world of its own, reminiscing on the last time I was at Hogwarts, all the friends I had like Hagrid and Severus and him. The guy who stole my heart and crushed it as if it meant nothing to him.

Let's not think about him Y/n. He's not worth it.

"It's killed meh, it's killed meh" Draco yelled from the ground in front of me, his words pulling me out of my thoughts. I have no idea what just happened but the sight was hilarious, Draco rolling around on the floor like a lunatic and I couldn't help it, a chuckle escaped my lips and as if this was an invitation, everyone around me began laughing along with me.

"Uhm Miss Windsor? Do you mind assisting Mr Malfoy to the infirmary?" Hagrid asked me yet didn't even look in my direction for a second, this is getting so awkward. Is he trying to punish me for something? Why do I have to take this fool to get help which  he probably doesn't even need.

"Yea sure" I mumbled and bent down next to Draco so I could help him up. "Come on princess, let's get you all fixed up" I chuckled while lifting him from the grass and putting my arm around him. "Fuck off Windsor" he replied in annoyance, shoving my arm off from around him. I know that was supposed to come off aggressively but how could anybody take him seriously when he just called a Hippogriff a chicken.

We managed to make it to the infirmary after 20 minutes, it should have taken us 5. I've never met anyone as dramatic as this boy in my life and I stand by that. The whole time he limped up to the castle yet spent almost every second moaning about his arm, I think this boy really needs a reality check seen as he can't tell the difference between his leg and his arm. I know he plays as a seeker in Quidditch but he takes attention seeking to a whole new level.

Once Madam Pomfrey bandaged him up, Draco insisted he stayed the night due to his 'tragic accident' which after half an hour of arguing with him, she gave in and agreed to his terms in order to shut him up.

I sat with him for a while but soon enough I too became sick of his whinging. "Alright darling, I'm going to head off,  you're getting on my nerves" I told him, making sure to tap his bad arm as I stood up. "Firstly, ouch" he began, grabbing my arm so I couldn't  move "Secondly don't leave, I want you to stay" he mumbled, probably embarrassed that he admitted this but I heard every word.

It felt nice, to hear them words. To hear that he wanted me here, beside him. But unfortunately for him he started this silly little game, he couldn't just take a time out whenever we was alone.

"I'll go get Pansy to come and keep you company, I know you'll like that." I remarked, pulling my arm from his grip. Yet as always he refused to give up, this time he pulled my arm, causing me to fall onto the bed beside him. "How do I put this? Pansy is like my Sofia Richie and you my darling are my Kourtney Kardashian, we're endgame" he chuckled while putting his head in the crook of my neck and cuddling me from behind. How did he know I was a fan of the Kardashians?

God why was I like this? Why did I always have to melt under his touch? He was like a drug, and I was in need of rehab.

"Why are you only like this when we're alone?" I ask him with a lack of confidence in my tone, clearly making myself uncomfortable by asking the question "Because it's fun don't you think? The secrecy, the sneaking around and the arguments bloody hell you're hot when your feisty" he replies seriously, turning me around to look at him.

"Lay with me" are the next words to leave his mouth as he pats the small space next to him on the single hospital bed. I look at that spot for a minute, contemplating my next move and whether I should give in to him but it would be rude not to, seen as he almost 'got killed by a chicken'

I decide to do it, I lay next to him and he doesn't hesitate to spoon me, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck. "I will win you know?" I laugh, turning around to face him, his eyes are closed and I can tell he is close to sleep, "win what?" He murmurs in a raspy voice, "this game you started" I tell him and I follow his actions and close my eyes, a nap won't hurt anyone.

"Game on" he mumbles, tightening his grip around me a little tighter.

Authors Note:
Sorry for the inconsistent updates, I try to update whenever I have time!