Royalty at Hogwarts- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 63

"And she just stared crying?" Daphne asked in there dorm room the next day. Madeline was sitting on the bed, with Daphne on the ground so she could braid Daphne's hair for the game. 

"Yeah, I don't know why, but she ruined our night." Madeline huffed, 

"Ow!" 

"You're fine." Madeline muttered; Daphne rolled her eyes. 

"I don't understand how you know how to do hair, you're literally a princess, people walk into the room and dress you." Daphne commented, Madeline shrugged.

"I used to have my maid Elizabeth show me how too, and then I'd practice on my sisters, and she would do the same for me. It was just something fun that we both can do when were not expected to act all proper." 

"I wish I was a princess; I wish I could have people dress me-OW!" Daphne shouted,

"Stop moving,"

"Stop hurting me!"

"That was deliberate!"

"I would think of hurting you."

"I bet you dreamed about it though," Daphne huffed, Madeline laughed as she grabbed the elastic band, and tied it at the end of the braid.

"There all done." Madeline said, Daphne stood up and walked to there mirror.

"Wow, thank you they look great." Daphne grinned, Madeline nodded as she scooted farther up the bed, and rested her head on her pillow. Daphne turned around, leaning against the vanity as she looked at her best friend.

"Why don't you come to the quidditch match with us? It could be fun." 

"You know I'm not that into quidditch, I used to go for Draco." Madeline explained, Daphne pouted.

"I guess I'll be all alone since Theo and Blaise are playing." 

"I'm sorry," Madeline said, Daphne shrugged.

"It's fine. I'll see you after the game. I heard Weasley isn't a great goalie. Parkinson made him some song that everyone learned, and we're planning on singing it tonight." Daphne smirked,

"Let me know how that goes." Madeline laughed, Daphne nodded before grabbing her jacket, and saying goodbye to Madeline before heading down to the quidditch match.

Madeline shut her eyes wanting to catch up on some sleep before dinner while her friends and Draco were busy.

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Draco touched his bleeding nose, thankfully that Weasley hadn't broken it, but it hurt more then he imagined. He sat on the couch in the Slytherin common room Parkinson was glued to his side, trying to help.

"Let me just clean up the blood." She said, Draco shook his head.

"I'll do it myself." Draco muttered; Parkinson grabbed the washcloth she had brought and tried to bring it up to his nose. Draco turned his head to the side, rolling his eyes.

"Well, no one told you to start a fight and get all bloody." Parkinson snapped; Draco didn't bother to reply.

"You can just go to Madam Pomfrey."

"Nothing's broken, there's no need." Draco answered, Parkinson huffed, trying to help him clean his bruised nose again.

"I said not to do that! Why don't you just go away!" Draco yelled, standing up. Parkinson set the washcloth down and stood up.

"You want me to go away? Really?" Parkinson snapped; Draco nodded.

"But I'm your girlfriend!" She stomped one foot on the ground, clenching her fists.