Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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Nicolas Malfoy

Nicolas sits her down on the bed as she whines in pain "Sit down while I get the first aid kit, you stupid witch" he says to her.

He was angry, how could she just drink all four of the potion at once, she was asleep for entire week, if he would have been a little more late sh could have died. He cursed underneath his breath.

Cursing his brother, Draco and his mother to set him up for this task of looking after her, because Draco was in the eye of every death eater, he was new, he was good, he was Nicolas' brother, they knew Draco would be next in line after Nicolas they wanted the compitition gone, they wanted Draco gone. If only he didn't care about his stupid brother or his mother he would have denied them without even thinking.

He doesn't want them to hate him more than they already do.

He stomps angrily outside the room walking near the cabinet in the living room as he grabs the first aid kit.

He was angry. How stupid could she be to drink four different potions at once just to make herself feel better in the moment? It was four different potions and she drank it all at once, why would she think that would do her any good

He had to admit though, he was a little bit concerned for her, if she would have died he would have let down his mother and his brother, as. If he couldn't do one thing that he had requested him to. She looked so weak, so fragile, so innocent when she was in pain.

He sighed as he stomped back to the room.

He approached with the first aid kit and kneeled down to look at her broken ankel, which was supposed to be better if she didn't drink all thos potions after once!, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He could see her face was full of tears and her eyes were red and swollen. Did she cry even when she was drinking those stupid potions? Did she cry in her sleep for the whole damn week? Ofcourse she did

“Let me see your ankle” he tells her, this time with a hint of concern rather than anger in his voice, she moved her leg a little to the side to give him a clear view. He grabbed her leg and tried to rotate the ankle carefully.

He couldn’t help but notice she was still shaking, why the hell was she crying now? I didn't even do anything! Merlin help me

“Does that hurt?” he asks her as if asking a dumb question.

“Yeah it hurts, obviously.” she replies, her voice still hoarse but she was not crying anymore, he gave her a sharp look, he could see her jaw was tensing as she spoke and her leg muscles were getting stiff, it was like she was trying to hold down her pain, for real this time.

“So why did you think it was okay to drink all of those potions in the first place?” he asks, his voice sharp again, but with more concern in his voice. He knew exactly why she did that, but if it was any other witch that did something that stupid, he would have screamed in their face already.

“You told me I could.” she said, her voice was softer this time, she wasn’t trying to provoke him anymore, she sounded like a scared child, almost.

“All at once?” he asked, "Did I say you could drink it all at once?"

“No but you didn’t say anything against it.” She replied

He wanted to tell her she was stupid— not like that’s something new, but he held his tongue for now, only because she looked so vulnerable right now. He sighed.

He pulled his wand out, positioning it in her ankle's direct "this will hurt, more than it did with the potion," he warns her

“I doubt that,” she murmured through her teeth, she was biting down on her bottom lip and she squeezed her eyes shut in expectation of something really painful, she really was the stupidest witch alive