Why? Draco Malfoy X Reader

Year 3: Defense Against The Dark Arts

The next day, I got up from the bed and got dressed.
Madam Pomfrey had my uniform brought down from my dormitory, but they forgot my tie.
I take my stuff, including the book I got from Draco, from the nightstand and stuff them into my bag.
I look at the clock which reads 8:47am. I had no choice but to be late to class. I would surely gotten points taken away from Slytherin if I show up without my full uniform and for showing up late to class.

 It's lose lose.

I leave the hospital wing, my scar still clearly on my skin. The halls were packed but I could still tell heads were turning to look at my cheek.
I guess none of them never saw any kind of scar other than Harry's.

I say the password and enter the common room. Some students were still there. I read the clock on the way to my dormitory: 8:52am.
I drop my stuff on my bed and go to my dresser to grab my tie. I fix my hair and put on mascara quickly before I take some stuff out of my bag and put in my books for today's classes. I hurry down the stairs and the bell rings. 

I head to my first class and ended up being 3 minutes late.
Some of the students stared as I walked into Divination. Prof. Trelawney told me to take my seat and I did. She didn't take points away either. I sigh of relief.

.___Later___.

I was in the Great Hall eating some biscuits while reading the book Draco gave me.

"Hey Y/N. I guess I made the right choice, huh?" Draco gestured to the book as he sat down besides me.

"Yeah. I'm already halfway through. You cannot believe what A did to Celia." I began.

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" I heard Finnigan from Gryffindor yell.
"Sirius Black!"
We all turn in curiosity.

"Dufftown? That's not far from here." Granger commented.

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?" Neville stuttered.

"With dementors at every entrance?" One of them asked.
"Dementors! He's already slipped past them once, hasn't he? Who is to say he won't do it again?" Finnigan explained.

I turn to Draco.
"Imagine he does." I tell quietly to Draco.
Draco shrugged. "He can't. Not with the way Dumbledore is protecting the castle." He shakes his head. "But never mind that. How are you feeling?"
"I'm better than yesterday but-" I see people looking.
"But Madam Pomfrey said any second later I could've lost eye."
Everyone frowned and said "so sorry to hear."

I saw Harry slightly roll his eyes.

. Days later .

We were in Defense Against The Dark Arts.
In front of us was a wardrobe, it was shaking tremendously.
"Intriguing, isn't it?" Lupin began.
"Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"

"That's a boggart, that is." Dean answered Prof. Lupin.
"Very good, Mr. Thomas."
The closet shook even more.

"Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?" Prof. Lupin asked.

"No one knows." I heard Granger's voice answer.
"When did she get here?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most. That's what makes them so-"
"So terrifying. Yes." Prof. Lupin interrupted.
He walked to the front of the class.

"Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please."
Prof. Lupin looked at us to see if we were ready.
"After me. Riddikulus!" He called out.
"Riddikulus!" We repeated.