His Hidden Side - Draco Malfoy

26- He heals

My arms flap around like the wings of a flightless bird as I try to grasp onto anything. My broom is out of reach, making its own way down and I can't very well hold onto the air. The rushing wind chokes up in my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut, getting myself ready for the impact.

With a sudden jolting force, my organs twist, squeeze, and entangled themselves. I'm abruptly stopped. I stay completely frozen suspended in the air. My mind floods with relief... and fear. I open my eyes narrowly and see nothing but sand, just a few inches from my face.

There are voices in the distance. I perk up my ears at the mention of my name, trying to catch any snippets. "Misunderstanding."

"Detention."

"Caught it."

"I don't care."

Their voices are louder and clearer and my stomach churns, intestines knotting themselves up. "Look she's alright and awake-" Before they finish their sentences, the force holding me up is suddenly gone and my face slams onto the sand. My whole body spasms and I get into a fit of blowing sand out of my nose, trying to cough the grains out of my throat and I blink furiously as my eyes begin to burn.

Spots dance around my liquidy vision, but I can just make out a short little man accompanied by an angry pink dressed woman.

"Evanesco." Professor Flitwick swishes his wand and the sand disappears, almost as quickly as it appears. I can see clearly now, and the scowl on Umbridges's face makes everything worth it.

"Perhaps it would be smart to transfigure your broom into a watch instead?"

"I was well aware of the time Professor Umbridge."

"Well, if that's the case, then a visit to St. Mungos is what I recommend for you." she spits, smirking at my wild hair and my bruised and angry face. "No need to fear St. Mungos, I'm sure your mother would tell you how wonderful her own stay was."

My mouth opens, but no words come out. Umbridge has got her wand pointed at my mouth upon whispering "Silencio."

"D-Delores... Is this necessary?" Squeaks Flitwick.

"It's temporary little man." She brushes her manicured fingers across her cardigan, then looks back up to me, as if remembering I exist. "Well come on."

I look back to Cho, who stands alongside the other Ravenclaws, worry and sympathy plastered across their faces. The captain steps up. "Ms. Roswell is quite skilled, perhaps if you let her finish the tryouts Professor-"

"No, no, no." She hums and smiles at me. "We've got lines to write."

***

My brain is in overdrive. Spouting thousands of curse words and ranting heavily as I follow her... silently through the castle, glaring at her ugly backside. My knee aches and I limp from my fall.

She hands me a quill and only one sheet of parchment. I question her, raising an eyebrow. She simply nods. I scan the table for a bottle of ink and find nothing. Umbridge clears her throat. "You won't need ink."

Confused, I prep the quill above the parchment and await instructions. "Write; I shall not disobey."
My eyes roll at her statement but I set down to scribble the sentence quickly. The sooner I'm done the page, the sooner I get to be free from her.

I complete the first sentence of many and move down for the next one, when I feel a scratching tingle on my left hand. Ignoring it, I write the second sentence faster. My fingers unexpectedly dig into the wood of the table as an even more painful scratching sensation travels up my hand.