Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Sectumsempra || chapter one-hundred and eight

Steam rose from the plates full of freshly cooked meals all across the Great Hall, causing a wave of warmth to spread across my face upon walking in.

Ron, who had spent the past few days recovering in the Hospital Wing, was now finally back out and enjoying his dinners just as much as he used to.

Deciding to quietly slip down into a seat at the Gryffindor table, right in front of the ginger boy, both Harry and Hermione looked up at me with tiny smiles.

Ron however paid no attention— eyes still glued onto his plate

"Hi, Ron. How are you feeling?" I ask softly, finally gaining his attention. Ron looked up, his eyes glancing between myself and someone behind me.

"Better." He mutters under his breath when a cold hand suddenly brushed my back, a tall, slim body sitting down next to my own. Looking over to see who it was, a spark immediately ignited in my eyes when they met his own.

"Draco!"

"Hey," Draco greets with a smile, grabbing a bread roll from in front of him. "You okay?"

"Fine." I nod, looking up at him. "Where have you been?"

Draco continued to chew on his food, raising a hand to point towards the door where Crabbe and Goyle now entered the room, blood streaming down their faces.

A small whine escaped my lips, looking back towards Draco with widened eyes. "You got into another fight?"

Draco shook his head, "No." he said in between a mouthful of food, his voice muffled. After a gulp, Draco spoke more clearly. "They got into a fight with Blaise, I had to break it up."

"Blaise?" I tilt my head, now accidentally earning Harry's attention. "What's Blaise doing getting into fights?"

"Couldn't tell you." Draco shrugged, "He ran off not long after. Haven't got a clue where."

A small sigh escapes my lips, head now lowered. "Blaise always seems to be running off these days, don't you think?"

Draco nods in agreement, "Yes, but it's best if you stop worrying about it. You don't want to get caught up in whatever fishy business he's up to." He said, eyes flickering to the plate pushed away from me. "But for the time being, you need to eat."

Draco brought the plate in front of me, loading it with piles of food. "Thanks, Draco... but I'm not—,"

"Eat!" He ordered, this time more demanding. Before I could protest, our attention was cut short, tiny flurries of snow making a landing on the table in front of us. Our eyes flicker towards the cause— Ron.

"Stop it, Ron!" Hermione exclaims, a deep sigh escaping her lips. "You're making it snow!"

Harry, who was sat on the other side of me, silently wipes the flakes of snow off the table.

"Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again..." said Ron, gazing curiously at the dirty-blond girl sat at the table behind us, fists clenched hard around a spoon while her eyes stare angrily at both Ron and Hermione.

"Well... she came to visit you in the hospital," Hermione began to explain, awkwardly diverting her gaze away from Ron's. "And you talked— I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation."

Ron looked at Lavender one last time before leaning in to the rest of us, lowering his voice. "Don't get me wrong, I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of her! It's just... she seems a bit... put out."

All five of us slowly turn our heads to look at the girl behind us, Lavender's angry expression never once faltering, her glare meeting our own.

"Yes... um.... she does— doesn't she?" Hermione agrees, not actually sounding too bothered, especially seeing how close her and Ron now got to sit. Harry sat awkwardly folding the side of the page belonging to the book he had, meanwhile Draco held back a small grin— amusement sparkling in his eyes.