𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗹

- 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁

It was our third year in Hogwarts and Quidditch season was nearing. Slytherin and Gryffindor were up against each other for today's game. Draco, my best friend since the start of Hogwarts, was Slytherin's seeker. Harry was Gryffindor's. Everyone knew they weren't the best of friends, so the tension heightened everytime they had a game against each other.

I watched closely as I watched them try to look for the golden snitch. Harry found the snitch, but so did Draco. Both were determined to get their hands on it. They swooped high and low, trying to avoid the bludgers. Harry almost caught it, but he was knocked back by a bludger. Draco was right behind him.

Harry's shoulder knocked right into Draco's face. Draco's right hand flew right to his nose. Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, called a time out once he saw this happen. The game stopped and everyone quickly flew their broom to the ground. I began to worry and made my way to the center of the pit.

Once I'd arrived, I could see Draco fingers covered in splots of blood. I ran quickly and bent down next to him. Both my hands covered my mouth in shock. The entire Slytherin team surrounded him. Gryffindor's team were in their separate circle, discussing new tactics for the game while they could.

Madam Hooch looked at me. "Ms. Y/n, please take him to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing," she ordered. I nodded as I helped Draco up. I knew Draco needed something to stop his nose from flooding his hands. I took off my sweater, the first thing that came to mind and stuffed it in his face.

"I can't see," he said, sounding muffled. "I'll guide you," I say as I grabbed his shoulders. I led him back to the castle and into the hospital wing. "Madam Pomfrey!" I called out. She was carrying a large silver bowl of water with a towel dangling from the rim of it. I assumed she was carrying it to a student with a fever.

Shocked at the sight of Draco's bloody nose, she dropped the bowl of water. But I was quicker, and before it hit the ground, I pulled my wand out and slowed the drop of the bowl, landing it safely onto the ground. I then transferred it over to a table. "Wingardium Leviosa," I said.

"Thank you, dear," she stuttered, still shocked at Draco. She quickly brings Draco over to a vacant bed and sat him down. While she dealt with Draco, I brought the silver bowl over to the student, whom I recognized. I dipped the small towel into the water and twisted it tightly, wringing the water out, then placing it on top of the student's forehead.

"You know Colin, you really shouldn't be out playing in the rain much. Professor McGonagall had already warned you, didn't she?" I say. He sighed then coughed. "I know not to now," he said with a small giggle. I laughed. "Right then, you rest up now and reflect on your consequences," I teased as I slid the damp towel down to his eyes.

I got up and walked over to Draco, who was holding a large ball of cotton, about the size of his hand, to his nose. "You must keep this cotton firmly in your nostril, Mr. Malfoy. I will hand you an ice pack in a moment, stay here," she said. I shook my head in confusion. Ice pack? For what?

Draco took the cotton off of his nose and turned his head towards me. "This sucks," he moaned. I gasp. I looked at his right eye which was now very dark and bruised. Harry's shoulder must have knocked right into his eye as well. I lifted his hand with the cotton back up to his nose.

"Yeah... damn right it does, look at you," I say worriedly. Draco sighed and took his cotton off of his nose again. "I had it! I was nearly there! If Potter hadn't knocked my face up, we would have won, you saw it, didn't you Y/n?" He asked. I lifted his hand to his nose again. I was surprised that he was more focused on the match more than his injuries.

"Absolutely," I say, not paying much attention to what he had said. I was too focused on his dark right eye. Draco took his hand off of his nose again. I took the cotton from his hand. "Let me," I say. I put the cotton up to his nose. He looked me in the eye with a soft look on his face. I thought he was about to cry.

"Um... if you want to cry, it's okay, just please don't be loud," I say. Draco slightly shook his head. "I'm not going to cry, idiot. It'd hurt if I did," he said. I rolled my eyes. We sat there in silence for about a minute until Madam Pomfrey came back with a cold pack. It was wrapped in a thin white cloth.

"Here you are, Mr. Malfoy. Keep this up to your eye until it melts. I've bewitched it to melt when you may take it off of your eye, but until then, try your best not to remove it. I'm sure Ms. Y/l/n can help you with that," she winked. She walked away, and visted Colin in his bed.

I look back to Draco's face, still bloody, but I noticed he was blushing. "What's up with you?" I asked. Draco shook his head. "Nothing," he stuttered. "I just... thank you... for being here... with me," he said. I found this odd. Usually, Draco never thanked me with words. Whenever I did something for him, he thanked me with gifts from Hogsmeade, or homework answers.

"You're welcome?" I said, slightly confused. He smiled. His eyes were fighting hard to keep themselves open. "You know what, why don't you take a nice nap? You don't seem to be bleeding much anymore," I say. "Yaaaay..." he woozed. I could tell he was about to fall asleep.

I grabbed another cotton ball from the tray next to his bed, and I wiped it against his cold pack on his eye. I used the condensation of it to get the cotton a bit damp and cleaned up his nose with it. I laid him down slowly, and took the cold pack from his hand.

Soon enough, he fell fast asleep. I gently placed his cold pack right on his eye. I sat there for a good few minutes, and realized something that I hadn't before. His left hand was holding onto my left hand, which rested facing up as I sat on the right side of the bed.

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