Malfoy's Sister [Harry Potter]

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"For you I'd bleed myself dry" Yellow by Coldplay

TW: Blood

Emlyn POV:

As I was rushing back to the Gryffindor common room I heard someone. "Miss Malfoy. What are you doing past curfew?" I recognized the voice, Umbridge. "I was coming back from the library." I said. "No excuse, follow me." She said. 

I followed her into her office. It smelled of my grandmother's house. There was pink wallpaper all over it and plates with pictures of cats on them. She was worse than I ever imagined. "Now, I know it is a little late, but I would like you to write a few lines for me." She said. "Just so the message sinks in." I proceeded to take out my quill and she shook her head. She gave me her quill and sat me down in a desk in the corner of the room. 

"All you need is here. I want you to write 10 lines. They should say 'I will not disobey the rules.'" She said. Couldn't be that bad I thought. I started to write what she told me. The ink in the quill was red, but that didn't matter. I then felt this burning sensation on the back of my hand.

I chose to ignore it, thinking something in the room had irritated my skin. But I stopped to look at it when I felt a warm liquid drip down the back of my hand. I had finished almost half the lines. I looked and saw the words I wrote carved into my hand. "What is this?" I whispered to myself. 

"Only a few more lines then you are free." Umbridge said. I took in a shaky breath and quickly scribbled down the rest of the lines. I ignored the pain. Once I was finished, I handed her the paper and ran to the common room. 

I got in and fell into an armchair near the fire. "Where were you?" Hermione asked. "Umbridge stopped me in the hallway and took me to her office for what seemed to be a late detention."  I replied. The hand that was bleeding was resting on the chair, I had forgotten about it. "Emlyn, your hand." Harry said. "Oh it is nothing." I said. "I am going to bed." I said. "No, let me see." Harry shot back. 

"Fine." I said. On the back of my hand, the words 'I will not disobey the rules' were carved out on my hand. Blood dripping down the side. "Merlin." Ron whispered. "She did this? Umbridge?" Harry asked. I shook my head. "That is abuse." Hermione said. "It is fine really." I said. "No it isn't." Harry said. He took a napkin from the table and wiped the cut. He looked up at me. "Better?" He asked. "I suppose." I said. I could feel my cheeks turn red. "Good." Harry said. 

"Goodnight." I said as I walked up the stars to my dorm. When I got there, I sat on the bed and looked at the spot where Harry had touched my wrist. It was still red from where the blood had stained it. I went to the sink and washed the cut, the words now engraved in my skin, in my handwriting. I shuddered. 

I got on pajamas and laid down in bed. I couldn't fall asleep quickly like I usually could, the soul thought of Harry touching my wrist plastered in my brain. I tried to shake the thought, but it didn't seem to leave. I wondered if Ron or Hermione had done the same thing, would I feel the same sensation. The warmth of his hand and the lingering sensation of it still on my wrist. With that thought, I drifted slowly to sleep.