Serpent Skin - Draco Malfoy

5- Match

"I'm so so so sorry," Pansy pleaded with me as she followed me into our dorm, "I didn't realise everyone would hear. You believe me right?"

"Yes I believe you Pansy," I sighed as I threw myself backwards onto the bed, "That classroom is absolutely cursed. Fucking cursed I tell you."

"Everyone will probably forget about it in a few days." She said and sat next to me, she tapped my leg, "Now stop moping around and get ready for our game tonight,"

I let out a depressed groan, "Noo tell Draco I'm sick and I'm not playing,"

"Draco?" She giggled, "So you're on first name basis with him,"

I rolled my eyes and sat up on my elbows, "Well yeah, but it's only because he just happens to always be there,"

"So tell me exactly why his shirt was in your bed. I didn't quite catch it earlier through all your embarrassed mumbling,"

"He scared the shit out of me and I spilt tea down my leg. I made him feel bad, so he froze some water and gave it to me wrapped in that." I looked on the floor to see his jersey next to a pile of papers.

"Show me,"

"Show you what?"

"The burn,"

"Oh right." I lifted up the edge of my skirt and showed her my thigh.

"Ohh I see." She turned around and headed for her wardrobe, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was tired,"

After a moment of silence Pansy spoke up again.

"So you're seriously not going to play tonight." She had already changed into her Quidditch robes.

"Nope." I said firmly. "I am very very sick,"

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, but you're only making yourself seem more suspicious. At least get changed into your robes so that it looks like you tried to make it to the game when Snape asks."

"Yeah yeah," I got up once she left and changed into my robes. Snape has this ridiculous thing where he will come into our dorms to make sure we are 'actually sick,'

I laid down and got myself in a comfortable position so I could nap away the awful afternoon I would have if I had to play tonight.

"Get up."

I snapped my eyes open, and Malfoy was towering over the side of my bed. He nearly scared me half to death, he's lucky I was under the covers, otherwise I would have kicked him straight in the stomach. "What the fuck is with you and just appearing out of nowhere?!"

"What's with you and not going to the first Quidditch game against Gryffindor for the year?"

I forgot.
I was suppose to be sick.
I fake coughed and rolled over, "I'm sick,"

"What a load of crap. Get up,"

"Go away,"

"Why don't you want to go?"

I sat up with a glare on my face, "WhY DoN't YoU wAnT tO gO? Oh, I don't know. Maybe because everyone in the school by now thinks that I was sleeping with your stupid jersey."

"Well, you were, weren't you?" He said, a smirk on his face.

"I absolutely despise you."

"Is that seriously the only reason you don't want yo go?"

"If I go, it might be the last thing I ever do. Theo might push me into the propeller of an aeroplane."

He let out a breathy laugh, "Just come. Surely he isn't that dumb to do something like that again. He's not a total idiot."