BANALITY : Draco Malfoy

45

My eyes go to Draco. He struggles to crawl across the ground, retreating back into the room. He is leaving me with this woman, and I feel nauseous.

"You're Pansy," I feel my heart sinking. They've found me. Someone broke the secret and now Pansy has got me.

Her eyebrows lower and pull closer together, "I don't believe doxy poisoning can cause this level of confusion."

When I shake my head, she unbuttons the bottom of her long pink and purple plaid knit coat. Underneath is a pair of overalls covered in green, blue, and yellow frills. She pulls back her long curly blonde hair into a low ponytail using a scrunchy with an explosion of colours. I suppose the contrast is so strong because she is so pale, and her hair is practically white.

I suppose it is hard to be afraid of someone who looks like they teach children.

"Get away from her," Draco says from behind the line. He has returned, still on the ground, and he is holding his wand at the woman.

"Your head is bleeding," she notes, lifting her fingers to my hairline. I flinch when she touches it. She takes a handkerchief out of her pocket and begins to wipe her fingers clean.

"I'm warning you, Lovegood," Draco tightens his grip on the wand.

This is not Pansy Parkinson.

She turns around and looks at him, "I don't imagine you can hex me from behind that containment charm. Unless... are you planning on using an unforgivable curse on me?"

Draco glares, "I already used a summoning charm."

"Which is not a dark art," Lovegood muses, turning back to me.

Draco winces but stays silent.

She pulls out her wand and uses it to trail along my hairline. The tip of the wand goes down my head. I feel myself wince as her wand touches a wound.

"It's a minor splinch," Lovegood points out. She looks down at the rest of me. "I suppose your torso is fine."

It is then that I realize I'm still shirtless. I pull the flannel around me, shrugging it up over my shoulders. I button it was well, but my hands are shaking, and they feel numb.

Lovegood scans Draco, "I'm sure you've noticed that your left leg is splinched."

I pull myself up, though I feel dizzy. Lovegood braces me, offering me a place to lean. I take a step closer to Draco, who is indeed bleeding through his pant leg. It is not a lot of blood, but there is blood absolutely.

"I'm fine," he grunts. He pulls himself off the ground but holds himself up with a hand on the wall. The barrier lights up once more. He cannot leave the room.

"Marty and I will go brew something for you," Lovegood says. She looks at me and smiles. "Come on."

"I... I'd rather stay," I say, looking over at Draco.

"Well, I suppose..." she trails off, before flourishing her wand. "Accio dittany."

There is another crash, though this time it comes from beneath us. Then, something else smashes, and the bottle launches itself down the hallway. Lovegood grabs it in the air. She reaches forward, holding the bottle past the magical wall by its neck. She is careful not to put her hands through it.

Draco takes the dittany. He tears open his pants with his hands, resting his chest against the wall for support. I see the wound on his leg, which is worse than I had expected. Blood has never bothered me much though. He uncorks the bottle and pours it on his leg. The wound seals itself and scars over.