Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 43

When I reached the bathroom, I saw Harry was stopped dead in his tracks transfixed by a flashing of something dark pushing through the wet fabric of Draco's shirtsleeve. I ran up to him. The waters splashing around my feet. I kneeled to see his blood running all over the floor through the waters on the floor.

"Harry, what did you do?" I almost shouted, stunned but he never moved an inch. "Tell me you didn't use that spell?"

Harry was still frozen. Draco was sobbing and breathing heavily. I traced the tip of my wand over his wounds and murmured a counter curse. I didn't think of my own powers that time. Instantly the skin began to knit itself together.

Just then Snape bursted through the door. Seeing Draco and the nature of his injuries he eyed Harry with keen curiosity. Harry slowly backed away. The blood floating like crimson flowers on the floor backed away until he reached the door.

"Miss Knight that was very smart of you to think fast. I suggest you to join Mr. Malfoy quickly in the Hospital Wing and clean up the blood on your clothes." His cold voice rang in my ear as he helped draco stand up.

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At the Hospital Wing, I sat on the chair next to Draco. He was sat up on his bed after Madam pomfrey healed the open wounds on him. I was cleaning up my blood stained hand. I felt his stare on me as I glanced at him then back at cleaning my hand.

"Do you need anything?" I asked, uncomfortable of the staring.

"No... just thinking." I nodded slowly.

There was a deep silence between us but it didn't last for long.

"Why did you do it?" His voice was calm.

"Did what?"

"This, saved me while you could've just left with your Potter so he wouldn't get in trouble." He muttered and kept his gaze on me.

"You were bleeding half-wit!" I frowned and told in a 'Duh' tone.

He nodded absentmindedly then looked down at his hand. I stood up placing the now stained cloth on the table beside the bed.

"What do you see in that Weasley?" He suddenly questioned taking me by surprise.

"Pardon?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Lover boy really fell for someone out of his league." He mocked.

"How dare you speak of him like that? Merlin knows what wrong did they ever done to you." My frown deepened.
"They're not an ass to anyone like you and doesn't make anyone feel small or worthless just because of wealth. That's why the Weasleys are worthy of everyone's respect. And why are you even talking to me? I thought you loathed me."

He looked up staring into my eyes.

"I never really hated you Knight... I was just jealous how they got your constant attention and how close they were with you. Especially one of the twins." He admitted and looked down again.

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't comprehend what he just said. I blinked and scoffed making his eyes dart to my face.

"You really are one difficult bloke, aren't you Malfoy?"

The words came out of my mouth like spitting venom.

"You could've told me! You bullied me all these years just because they're my good friends and you wanted to be friends with me?" I was furious. "Where you dropped on your head?!"

I shouted but low enough to not make Madam pomfrey burst through the door.

"Why? Why did you wanted my attention?! Am I not a Blood-traitor? Why are you saying this now?!"

"Because a girl like you is supposed to be with a guy like the Malfoys not a Weasley!" He yelled back at me.

Hold up! Hold up! What?

I froze instantly. Dumbstruck again at his words. My lips almost started quivering from the anger coursing through me.

"I've seen how he's around at you. Merlin's beard, that tosser loves you! And I don't need to elaborate the rest!" His breathing was heavy, nose flared, pupils dilated as we stared at each other.

"It's too late now... get better soon, Draco." I whispered and stormed off.

What the hell just happened?