his chosen one | harry james potter

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florence pov

I glanced over at the clock in the hospital wing.

5am.

I have to start getting ready for class soon and I'm still here.

Great.

I had spent the whole night in the hospital wing next to Draco. I managed to convince Madam Pomfrey to let me stay because no one else would come to see him.

About last night with Harry, I'm more mad than sad, and I have good reason to be. He nearly killed Draco. That's not okay, no matter how much he hates him.

I quickly turned my head at the sound of sheets moving beside me. Draco was waking up. He slowly sat up and touched his head.

Snape had healed most of his other injuries from whatever spell Harry had used. But there were still some that had to heal on their own.

"How are you feeling?" I asked quietly.

He looked surprised to see me. I get it. This is the first time we've really spoken since I found he was a deatheater.

"I-I'm feeling fine. What are you doing here?"

I didn't know what to say. I looked at the ground. "I-uhm....."

His eyes were on me. Then after a silence he said: "You know, don't you?"

I looked up at him. He's talking about him being a deatheater.

He spoke again. "I could tell. You gave up trying to speak to me, that's when I knew."

There was a silence and he spoke once again.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For all the things I never apologised for. For being awful to you, for joining your father, for everything." He paused. "I do bad things, and I do them very well. Even without meaning to."

"Hearing that you had joined the deatheaters......it wasn't nice. I hurt....really hurt."

"I know, Florence." He urged. "But your father, he's not exactly someone you can say no to."

I swallowed hard and looked down. Draco shouldn't have to make these choices. He's so young.

"I tried to get out of it, Flo, I did. I didn't have any other choice. It was join him or die."

I couldn't help but thinking how I thought I didn't have a choice, but here I am, alive. There's always a choice. I just think Draco's was easier.

His eyes landed on my bloody arm. "What's going on here?"

"Oh nothing. Just fell." I lied, pulling down my jumper sleeves.

He took my arm and rolled it back up to reveal the open scar. "Who did this?!"

"Me. I did."

"I don't believe you." He narrowed his eyes at me. "It was him wasn't it? It was Potter! I saw him push you!"

"My mind is twisting things, Draco. Harry wouldn't hurt me on purpose, would he? Is that something he would do to me?"

Draco looked at me strangely. "Florence....are you alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"I hate Potter. But even I know he'd never hurt you on purpose. I was only angry because you got hurt, I knew it was an accident. Why do you think he would hurt you?"

"My mind it's.....confused after summer. I can't tell if he loves me or not. I don't know anymore."

Draco's face lost all colour. "My father. He did this." He said to himself.