WILDEST DREAM ➛ʜ.ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

010.

"Stop with the moaning, it's not even that bad!" I slapped Draco's un-injured arm to which he winched. "I know this arm is not injured." 

He tched softly and looked at Madam Pomfrey as she clean the blood our of his arm. "But look, I think I will die." He moaned. 

"Shut up, it's like a scratch from a cat." I commented. 

"Yes, it's not that bad Mr.Malfoy. Now, i'll bandage your arm and give you some medicine which you have to eat to cure your arm." Madam Pomfrey said and walked away to get some bandages. 

"Just wait till my father hear about this." he grumpily said. 

"About what?" I asked with a frown. 

"About that ugly chicken." He gritted his teeth. "He will be killed within a week and Hagrid will be fired from this job."

"Are you nuts?" I frowned. "Just because you got a small scratch from Buckbeak you'll tell this to your father and to kill him. Draco, this is beyond childish"

"It's not a small scratch alright! You don't know how much pain I am having now so stop talking." He shouted. 

"I have the right to speak Malfoy and don't you dare fucking shout at me" I snarled. 

He looked at me for a second, gulped and looked away with a sigh when Madam Pomfrey came.

He has never shouted at me, even when we were not friends. We never shout at eachother.

She bandaged his arm and then gave him some medicines, telling me to look after him if he eat them. I just nodded and walked out of the hospital wing with Draco following me.

"Maddy! Maddes!" Draco tugged my arm, making me face him. 

"What?" I asked with a straight face. 

"I'm sorry for shouting at you like that." He said looking in my eyes. 

"Are you really?" I asked, crossing my arm over my chest. 

"Yes, I'm really really sorry." He said. 

"Fine" I sighed. "But you'll not tell your 'daddy' about this whole thing okay?" I said gesturing to his bandaged arm. 

He looked at me for a sec then nodded. 

We then started to walked down, reminding him to eat his medicines.

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"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. 'Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cup boards under sinks – I once met one that had lodged it self in a grand father clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the Head master if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice.."

The next day we all are here for our DADA lesson, the first lesson and Professor Lupin already seems interesting.

"So, the first question we must ask our selves is, what is a Boggart?"

Hermione put up her hand.

"It's a shape- shifter," she said. 'It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"Couldn't have put it better myself,' said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. I put my hand over my mouth to not laugh. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness with in has not yet assumed a for. He does not know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. No body knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become what ever each of us most fears."

"We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please ... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" said the class together.