You winced as you walked down the hall, the cut on your hand stinging. You had never imagined that the Ministry Of Magic would allow-or encourage, for that matter-punishment by injury to students.
You were holding your wrist as you stepped into the Commons, hoping no one was there.
But of course, the Common Room was full.
"Uhm, hi?" You shoved your hand behind you, trying not to flinch as you scanned the room for Kylie.
She wasn't there, but Malfoy was. Along with his little clique: Vincent Crabbe, Greg Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott. Ugh.
All five heads turned to you as you walked toward the girls' dorms. But an all-too-familiar voice caused you to stop in your tracks.
"Why is your hand dripping blood?" Your eyes widened at Malfoy's words.
"What are you talking about?" You pretended to be oblivious, pulling your hand in front of you and covering it with your robe.
"Y/l/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about. What happened to your hand?"
"Nothing! It's fine. I'm fine." You rushed out.
"Then why are you hiding it?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"Ummm... because..." Your feeble attempt at a lie made him scoff.
"Come here." He demanded.
"No, I'd rather not."
"Y/l/n, let me see your hand."
You rolled your eyes. "No. I'm going upstairs."
"Why can't I see?" Both of your voices were getting louder.
"Because!"
"Because why?"
"I don't know, Malfoy, just because!"
He stood up and stormed over to you, grabbing your elbow, and you flinched.
"Y/l/n, let me see your hand." His voice was dangerously quiet, and you shivered, remembering how your dad's voice was always like this before he hit you.
"I-I can't." There was a little pool of blood on the floor now, streams of the red liquid spreading across the tile.
Malfoy sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this."
"Do wha-" But your question was cut off when he yanked your arm from behind your robe, causing your cut-up hand to open even more.
There was now even more blood pouring out of it, and you were starting to get lightheaded.
"I will not talk back?" Malfoy managed to make out the words on your hand. "Really, Y/l/n, you were talking back to Umbridge?" The anger was clear in his voice, and your breathing quickened, causing your dizziness to increase.
"I-I'm sorry, I-" But he pulled on you again, towards the boys' dorms.
You let out a whine of pain as he squeezed your hurt hand.
At this point the pain was nearly unbearable, and the panic along with the blood loss was making you feel faint.
You stumbled over your feet as Malfoy neared the stairs, and fell onto your knees, your hand pulling out of his grasp, and his ring leaving yet another slice along your knuckles.
"Crap, Y/l/n, you can't even walk?!" Someone shouted.
You were nearing hysteria, barely able to comprehend what happened next, but you could vaguely hear someone calling your name as your vision blacked out, and you fell to the ground.
•••
You woke up on an unknown bed, covered in extremely warm blankets. You felt warm, feverish. I swear, if after all of this, I'm sick! I never get a break.
You sat up, then looked around. You decided based on the awfully strong smell of cologne and sweat, and the floor covered in trash and dirty clothes, that you must be in the boys' dorms.
You stood up, eager to get out of there, but then immediately regretted your decision as a wave of dizziness fell over you, and you collapsed onto the floor.
But after a few seconds, it passed, and you tried standing up again. This time, your attempt was successful, and you walked semi-confidently out of the dorm.
As you stepped into the Commons, you noticed that it was empty for once. Weird. Isn't it like 4 pm?
You continued straight through the Common Room, and up the stairs to your dorm. You glanced back once when you thought you heard something, but there was no one there.
As you opened your dorm door and gazed at the clock, you were surprised at the time. The clock read 3:28 am. How long was I asleep?! You sat down on your bed, taking a deep breath as you processed what happened.
Umbridge made me cut open my hand. Malfoy found out, and hates me for it. I fainted, probably from blood loss. I woke up in the boys' dorms after sleeping for almost 12 hours.
This whole day was just insane. First the rain with Malfoy, then all this? It was too much. You started shaking again, placing your head in your hands.
No. You took a breath. I will not have a panic attack right now. I can't deal with that.
You opened your eyes and looked across the room for Kylie, disappointed when her head was empty. But your disappointment was quickly replaced by relief when she opened the door.
Kylie stumbled in, laughing and mumbling nonsensically. You rolled your eyes as you stood up to go to her. Is she drunk? As you grabbed her elbow to pull her into bed, you cringed. She reeked of alcohol.
She's definitely drunk. You dropped her off in her bed and were about to start a shower, but yet another wave of dizziness washed over you, and you grabbed onto Kylie's bedpost for stability.
Who cares about showers. I need to go back to bed in hopes that this will clear by morning. Whatever this is.
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