Born to sin

Chapter Eleven

Harry's p.o.v

I frown as I walk quickly down the hall to history, shoving a book back into my bag as I walk, my glasses sliding down my nose.
Turning a corner, I'm just in time to see Malfoy being dragged away by the scruff of his neck, blood dripping all over his uniform from his nose. Professor Mcgonagall looks up at me for a moment.

"off to class, Mr Potter."

I nod and run off before she can complain about my incorrect uniform, feeling sorry for Draco and the trouble he'll probably be in.

Draco's p.o.v

Stupid old bat. Of course I'm the one who gets in troble for something that I didn't even start!

Some tightass ravenclaws got in my face, talking shit and jeering at the rumors going around about Potter and I. Yes, I may have punched the bastard first but it really wasn't a fair fight, me and Blaise against three or four of them. They are definitely the worst house, walking around with their wands up their asses because they got put into the smart house.
Anyway, the fight ended when Mcgonagall walked around the corner with a massive packet of biscuits under her arm. (of all things!)

I sit quietly on a bed in the hospital wing, watching Blaise being forced to chug a real think potion. I'm two beds down from him and I can still smell it, for merlin's sake! I pull a sympathetic face at him as he grimaces at the taste.

My nose has since stopped bleeding but I feel like I should have been treated first. Madame Pomfery gave me a shotglass of something for the pain but then left me sitting here, my head feeling like its full of cotton wool.

Pomfery comes over agian finally and fixes my nose in a literal second, but tells me I have to stay for a bit longer because I'm 'High out of my mind'
I can see what she means and just nod carefully, not wanting to say anything that could get me in trouble.

I end up taking a nap and when I wake up, Harry's standing by the bed with an awkward look on his face.

"what do you want, Potter?"

I ask him, mumbling slightly. As to be expected, he looks a little hurt.

"hey, I was just wondering if your alright."

"I'm fine. No thanks to you."

He huffs on sarcastic laugher.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"you've been running around telling everyone I'm sweet on you, eh?"

"no, I haven't."

"no point trying to bloody lie, Potter. Just piss off. Please."

"merlin, Draco I have not."

"sure."

"that's not fair, draco. Can we please talk about it? It could have been you for all I know."

"yeah right."

I turn away from him and stay like that until I hear him walk away.