The Other Potter - (Harry Potter) [Draco x Reader]

Chapter 4 - Hospital Wing

(Y/N's POV)

Hagrid had requested me to accompany Malfoy to the hospital wing. I couldn't just say no to him.

Malfoy walked in front, with me being a few steps behind him, but positioned to his side. I didn't know where the hospital wing was as I was still new, so I let him take himself there.

"If that half-giant had properly controlled that bloody chicken of his, none of this would of happened." Malfoy spat. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. "Clearly he was aiming for me from the beginning." He continued on.

"Yep, you're the one and only amongst everyone who has suffered the most," I remarked sarcastically.

We strolled silently down the empty corridors, neither of us willing to engage in another conversation.

Finally reaching the hospital wing, we then entered through the big, doubled doors.

Within the wing, had many rows of beds with white sheets, privacy screens, and bedpans.

A lady with a clipboard strolled out of a room, which I believed she was the matron. She was dressed in a red gown with a white apron worn on top.

The matron soon notices the two of us. She plops her clipboard down and headed over. Malfoy explained what had happened to him, although he exaggerated some of it, if not the entire thing.

Her gaze then shifted to mine. I didn't know what to say at that moment, so I gave her an apologetic smile instead. She sighed to herself before asking him to lie down on one of the nearby beds while she went to the cabinets to get some ointment.

The matron introduced herself as Madam Pomfrey. She knew I was new here because of how I addressed her.

Madam Pomfrey begins to tend to him as requested, walking back and forth in the wing.

"I've numbed the wound with an ointment, so you won't be able to feel anything or have much strength for a while as it takes in effect. In the meantime, Miss Potter, could you please hold the towel for Mr Malfoy here. He won't be able to, and I'll need someone to provide pressure to it while I'm away from the wing." Madam Pomfrey requested.

I didn't want to stay with him for god knows how long, but before I could utter anything, she had already thanked me and hurriedly left the wing with her clipboard and some other items.

I groaned to myself, adjusting the chair towards him before sitting and applying pressure to his arm. Malfoy smirked, enjoying the treatment given.

"Rather than making a fool of yourself, you should have at least listened to Hagrid." I remarked, while he lays comfortably sprawled across the bed. "But what do you do? You just strolled on over and get yourself nearly killed."

"So, your worried about me?" Malfoy raised a brow.

"Please," I scoffed. "Don't even flatter yourself." I could tell he had that ridiculous grin on, even without me looking.

"There's no need for you to be so shy about it." He snorted. I jerked at his words.

"Shy? Me? Not in the least. That assumed 'chicken' you call it, must have made you more delusional than ever." Malfoy scowled at my words. "Also, he requested me to, and I was already there anyways, so I couldn't really say no to him."

"Hmph! Both quite the same, yet personality wise, I differ."

"Meaning?" I arched a brow.

"Figured you'd be irritating and stubborn like that idiotic brother of yours." He snickered.

"Oh? How unusual of you to take such notice." He eyed me in annoyance.

"You-"

"Well, since you believe he's that type of sort, then what am I?" I cut him off with a grin, only to watch his disappear. Instead, he gives me a blank stare only before diverting his eyes elsewhere. "Aww, there's no need to be so shy about it." I threw back his own words with a chuckle.

A "tsk" escaped from his lips. He didn't even bother to glance back at me again.

"Anyways, I'd highly encourage you not to try this kind of act again, I mean who knows, maybe I won't be there to save you."

"Shut your trap, Potter! I don't need help from the likes of you." He huffed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, but a 'thank you' from you would be nice." I cracked a smiled.

Silence rolled in between us, only then to be broken by Malfoy's mumbled words.

"Thank you....." He murmured softly, hoping that I wouldn't be able to hear. His gaze still elsewhere, with ears slightly red at the tips.

I slumped back into my chair, hand still placed on his arm, and gaze shift to the window. A satisfied smile forming to my lips.

I watched the trees sway along one another, making me ease and forget about my surroundings in moments.

Minutes have gone by, and I was still in the hospital wing. I returned my gaze back to Malfoy, mentally bracing myself for another foolish remark, but to my surprise, he was sound asleep.

His white-blonde hair was draped in front of his face like a curtain. The green tie was half undone, as were his shirt's top buttons, there were creases and smears of dirt shown from Buckbeak's attack.

Other than when he's up and being an arse, the look of him sleeping with soft breaths was much preferable.

My lips curled into a slight grin; noticing what I was doing, I immediately shifted my eyes back to the window and dropped my smile. My ears gradually becoming warmer.

"What am I thinking....."

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An hour had gone by, and Madam Pomfrey had finally returned to the wing. She strode on over and assured me that I was free to go. I peeked over to a still sleeping Malfoy for a few moments, before proceeding through the doors and out into the empty corridors.

But just as I was about to take another step, Madam Pomfrey's voice spoke up from behind the closed doors.

"Ah! Mr Malfoy, you're finally awake. If you're wondering where your friend went, she left just moments after you woke."

There was no reply from him, except Madam Pomfrey assuring him that his wound was not in any significant danger, nor will it leave much of a scar and that she'll wrap it in bandages to prevent it from being infected.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." He said with gentleness to his voice.

I thought he'd be an arse and throw another fit, but to my surprise, the remark was polite yet courteous. It was unlike how he spoke to everyone else, with his usual arrogant demeanor.

But why would he want to be an arrogant, hateful bully when he could be himself? 

To be the person he longed to be.