HIDDEN (D.M)

S T I T C H E S

As night was setting and classes had ended, I opened the dungeon door deciding it was a good idea to go get myself stitched up.

I can't put pressure on my wounds without having a thick hard pain hit me, the red turned into more of a maroon colour, I really hope it's not getting infected for waiting this long.

Even after all this chaos I still need to have a future for myself. Only way to do that is by going to my classes.

But when it comes to my future I have no idea what I want to be or what to do, decide if I should live in the muggle world or in the wizarding world. When I try to take a peak of my future I see a house on a cliff with a tree swing, somewhere where it constantly rains and you can always smell the damp freshness of the raindrops.

I push the doors open, taking a good notice of the wall paintings looking at me once I come in. The beds all evenly spaced out.

"Hello dear, is there something you need?" Madam Pomfrey speaks from a corner, walking towards me as I come closer sitting on a corner of a hospital bed.

"Stitches.." I lift up my shirt showing her exactly where I needed repairing.

She clicks her tongue as she grabs her supplies, quickly striding over and setting them down. As she sterilizes her materials I take the time to unbutton my shirt, finding it a bit hard to move my arms.

"I'll need to numb the area dear, lie down for me please."

I turn my body to lie down but quickly feel goosebumps form on my skin, making the backs of my hair stand up. Knowing the feeling too well— that dangerous feeling in my chest...

Malfoy's here.

As Madam Pomfrey starts her stitching I closely look around trying to spot where Malfoy is or if he's even in here. The beds are empty with the moonlight emitting through the windows, some candles in different places to make the room less dim. 

In the corner of my right eye there he was, sitting up with his back leaned on a bed frame as he silently reads over something I can't quite see clearly.

I slightly turn my head towards him just enough so it won't be noticeable, when I do I see he's without a shirt. His skin a bit more pale from his neck and hands, his biceps very prominent and bold, the faint outlines on his stomach showing.

If I didn't dislike him so much I would say impressive.

I look away before he catches me staring, this morning was the first and last time he will catch me slip up. I have no energy to bicker with him over something so ridiculous, instead I'll just lay down while Pomfrey fixes me up.

As Pomfrey takes her time I reach for my book that I always carry with me, I begin reading where I left off the silence being a bit too much.

I'm tempted to look over and see what he might be doing but I force myself to read, I hate that we both were here at the same time. I picked this time to get myself stitched up in hopes that no one would be here, but with my luck that's dam near impossible.

It's either catching me in an empty classroom, my bedroom, the middle of nowhere, and now here. In the hospital ward with just Madam Pomfrey.

"You'll have to stay overnight dear." I shot my head towards Pomfrey, seeing her cut the leftover string.

"Do I have to? I mean I feel tota–"

"You came when it was getting infected, just like your friend Mr. Malfoy over here will have to stay overnight." She walks away without having a chance to answer back.