Forget Me Not - Draco Malfoy x Reader

5. I Can't Say...

           Potions class was as boring as ever. It had to be the one day I forgot my book, so I had to strain the whole time to stare off of Pansy's book. Of course I couldn't let her catch me, if she did, she'd probably throw the book at my forehead. Finally giving up and just accepting the fact that I would have to do with a bad mark today, I slumped back into my seat, watching the clock.
           
           "Something else more important, Mrs. Jane?" Professor Snape asked, stopping the whole class. Everyone stared at me as my face turned a dark red, the color of blood, and started whispering to each other. I just silently shook my head. I heard Malfoy chuckle lowly from somewhere to my left, and I turned back around to face my desk, making eye contact with him for a split second. He smirked and shifted his gaze back down towards his book, with a slight hint of adoration in his eyes. I scoffed, got up, and walked out. I heard Professor Snape calling after me, yet I didn't stop, I just called to him "Sorry, I'll take detention later tonight!"

         Not long after I left, I heard footsteps following behind me. I expected to see Malfoy, but instead it was Pansy. She was running at me with her wand out, and I didn't have time to react. "Sectumsempra!" She yelled. I didn't know how or why, but I felt hot liquids pouring down my legs and stomach, and then I remembered what sectumsempra meant. I laid on the ground, feeling the blood pour out, she ran back to class, cackling evilly. The halls were completely deserted, and I thought I was gonna die, I though I would bleed out before next period. That was, until Nearly Headless Nick came down the halls, belting some random song. He saw me laying on the ground in blood and turned away immediately. I hoped he wasn't just gonna let me bleed out, and he was gonna get a teacher. I unfortunately didn't know until I woke up in Malfoy's arms. His shirt was covered in my dried blood, and I was back in the hospital wing for the second time this week.

         I looked up at him, he was asleep, so peaceful...calm. I felt bad because for some reason, he was devoting so much time to me. I don't know what I'd done to make treat me better than the other kids. Why he made an exception for me, I had no clue. Why Pansy had tried to kill me numerous times over the course of my time at Hogwarts, I had no clue. One thing I did know was that I never wanted to leave this moment with Malfoy. His breathing was slow and deep, like he was in REM sleep, and it made me wonder what time it was. I didn't realise until I looked over that Malfoy's arm was wrapped around my shoulder as we had slept, I didn't realise that a day had passed either until I looked over to the massive amounts of food and schoolwork left on my bedside table, no doubt by Hermione. Even though we weren't friends, she always took it upon herself to make sure I had the best grades possible.

          Madam Pomfrey walked into the room, tutting, followed by what looked to be a first or second year, his eyes red from crying and his arm practically gelatin. I gagged silently. Broken bones always creeped me out, especially when there looked to be no bones. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep, apparently more tired than I felt. When I woke up, Malfoy was in the same position with a book in his hands. The sun shone brightly through the hospital windows, blinding me immediately. He looked down at me and smiled.

           "Someone was tired. It must've been very difficult for your body to adjust so abruptly to all of that blood loss and then gaining it back quicker than you lost it." His face dropped quickly, but returned back to normal just as fast. I smiled back at him, my eyes in slight pain from the sun. I began thinking about what would make Pansy hate me so much, why she treats me like a monster who should be destroyed. "What're you thinking about?" He asked with genuine curiosity. "Just something stupid..." I answered slowly. He scoffed playfully. "Nothing your brain comes up with is stupid. What is it? Maybe I can help." He smiled at me. I thought about it for a second, and then decided I should ask him. "Well...I was just wondering what...what made Pansy hate me so much? I mean, I had to have done something she didn't like, right? But I don't remember it...I actually remember that we used to be the bestest of friends." I finished, even more confused than when I started. Malfoy's face formed into a stone mask, one made of pure secrecy and ignorance. "I don't know." He answered flatly. "I should get going." He got up before I had a chance to ask why. "Goodbye, Octavia." He left the hospital wing, leaving me alone, on the verge of tears. I didn't cry easily. The only thing that would really get me crying was when people were dissatisfied with me. Malfoy was very dissatisfied with me right now, and I had no clue why. "Ok..."

         I sighed in pain, both physically and mentally. I had no clue what I did, why everyone in my life I loved the most was suddenly angry or disappointed in me. I had no recollection of doing anything stupid that would make them angry with me, but apparently I did. Or maybe...maybe it was them...maybe they were the ones who did something. Maybe they were keeping secrets. I didn't know that, but I did know one thing. I needed to get my damn homework done.