Snakes | Draco Malfoy x Male!reader

Ch.8: Rude Awakening

Y/n Pov:

My fingers tingle and feel the soft surface beneath them. I became painfully aware of the fabric on my body along with bandages. My eyes peeled open, blurry vision faded away the more I blinked. As I tried sitting up I could feel sharp pains throughout my body.

"Hello?" My voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

Madam Pomfrey came running from behind a corner. She started going on and on about how I've been asleep for a week and that I need to be careful.

"Who saved me?" Cracked my voice.

"What?"
"Who saved me?"
"Mr Malfoy.."
"Draco? Where's Dumbledore?" I looked at her.
"Gone."
"Gone?"
"He left, but was replaced by Dolores Umbridge."

I felt my face scrunch up. Did that vile witch really take his spot?

"No! You must be joking!"
"I'm sorry dear, she even has a multitude of... rules."
"When can I leave?"
"What?"
"I want to go to my common room!"

She looked at me and held my hands.

"Mr Travers, you don't even know the day. There's also questions you need to be answering. We need to know who pushed you off the cliff that night and assaulted you."

I paused.

"Crabbe and Goyle."
"Is that who did this?"

I nodded before straightening myself out.

"Now, what day is it?"

"Friday morning. Classes started half an hour ago... but I won't allow you to attend. If you must leave, let me change your bandages and let Alb- Erm, Dolores know. Along with Professor Snape."

Once again I nodded as she carefully stripped the bandages that covered my entire torso. It stung and she offered me various potions to help with pain and healing as well as some food.

When she finished I finally started to check my surroundings. In a nearby vase there were my favorite flowers, they were wilting. My eyes trailed down to the massive pile of sweets and 'get well' cards. To the other side of me there was my bloodied sweater, wand, and bloodied shoes. The sweater could maybe be cleaned since it was dark but my white shoes were stained forever.

I tried to put my sweater on but it was impossible since I couldn't even lift my hands above my head. I slipped on my shoes and carried my stuff. I still wore my swim trunks, which were also covered in splashes of blood. When I stood up I nearly lost my balance but I took a second to stabilize. As I started for the door my reflection in a nearby mirror caught my eye. Looking at myself I could see small cuts poking from the bandages along with bruises on my face, arms, and legs. I couldn't imagine how bad my back looked, though I could feel how tender and sore it was.

I stumbled back to my common room and made my way to my shared room. I plopped my stuff onto my bed. I didn't care what Madam Pomfrey said about classes, I missed my friends and wanted to surprise them. I struggled but managed to put on my button up and robe. I wouldn't be able to put my vest on. I slowly pulled up my uniform pants and re-tied my bloody converse. I stumbled a bit to the mirror and with the flick of my wand I was able to make the bandages and dried blood on my face disappear. My hair looked a little messy but it actually looked decent on me so I left it.

The amount of time it took to get ready was seemingly forever, by the time I was done the next class should start within 10 minutes. When I got to my next class my legs got used to walking and the bell rang once I got to the door. I didn't mind being a minute late.

I painfully pushed open the door as I felt many eyes stare at me. Looking around I saw Snape stare at me in surprise.

"You finally woke up Travers. Have a seat." He coldly said.

I sat alone in the back of the class, I was confused about where my friends were. Neither the Hufflepuff's nor the Ravenclaw were here. Though I did notice Hermione staring at me for nearly the whole class. Around the middle of it I started to gain a serious headache. Luckily class went by fast so I started walking to the common rooms again. As I was on my way something caught my eye. A wall of strict rules had stood. I examined them all and was taken back by how outrageous some of them were.

I must have been dreaming it all. I started my walk once more and went into deep thought, where were my friends. I got to the common room, a dozen Slytherins stared at me entering.

"Y/n! You're back!" Shouted someone, I didn't care to tell who it was. I just wanted to sleep, though it was probably Zabini. Once more I pushed open the shared bedroom and trudged my way over to my bed before face planting onto it.

"Travers?" Questioned a familiar voice.

I tilted my head to see Malfoy sitting on his bed with an open book.

"Y/n?! You woke up!" Draco slammed the book down and rushed to me.

"When did you wake up?"
"About three hours ago."

What I found odd was that he pulled me up and hugged me. In response I let out a painful yell and his harms brushed up against my bruised back.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry" he whispered.

"It's fine Draco. Now I hate to ask, but could you help me take off my robes? I'm in a bit too much pain..." I sighed.

He carefully helped me onto my feet and started to take off my robes and unbutton my shirt. A light blush crept on his face as he did so. I could feel my face getting hot, he was awfully close to me.

As he helped pull off my shirt he gasped at how many bandages I wore.

"Y/n please, I need you to tell me who did this" he said in a snappy but concerned tone.

I pointed over to Crabb and Goyle's bed that were nearby ours. His face went white and it sunk but quickly went cruel and angry. I could feel myself becoming afraid as his face scrunched before looking down on the ground.

Draco quickly stormed out of the room and he left me by myself. I walked up to the door and heard arguing which turned to one sided yelling from Draco. Not long after, I heard objects being smashed and the sound of a fight. I felt my heart race a bit, why was he going out of his way to get revenge?

I went over to my bed and pulled on my pajama bottoms and started to get under my sheets. As I laid on my side I noticed the small book on Draco's bed. 'Blah blah something about love' was the title, I couldn't see all of it since his blanket was covering some of it. Though, I didn't know he liked romance novels.

As I laid on my bed trying to fall asleep I started thinking about the blonde haired boy. Was he really the one who saved me in the lake? Again, why did he go out of his way to yell and fight Crabb and Goyle? Why did thinking about him make my face warm up and my heart race?

Well, whatever it was, it wasn't as important as my body forcing me to fall asleep. As I fell asleep I felt my body cuddling up against a pillow pretending that it was a person with a warm smile on my face.