devotion // 𐙚⋆.˚ slytherin boys .

004 // cleaning their wounds

IN WHICH . . .
although you pretend to hate
each other, you can't deny the tension
between you as you tend to their wounds
after a fight

DRACO MALFOY ⟡

▹ all is quiet in the slytherin common room as you study for the upcoming potions exam. it's an early tuesday afternoon, and you're spending one of the only free periods you have studying. might as well be productive.

your peaceful state of mind is interrupted when draco malfoy storms into the common room, quite frankly looking like a car ran him over. his lip is busted and the start of a black eye is already forming.

ordinarily, it would bring great pleasure to see draco in pain like this. since the first year at hogwarts, draco has never seemed to like you, in fact, he seemed to despise you. at first, this made you extremely confused, seeing as you had done nothing to upset the boy, but eventually you decided to play into it. if he hated you so much, you'd hate him right back.

"merlin draco, what happened?" you shoot up from your seat, pushing your potions papers aside. you can't help but feel concern for him, worry etching your face as you look at the boy you claim to hate.

despite the blood staining his lip and the darkening bruise on his eye, draco is still the most handsome boy you'd ever seen. hating him is so easy for you, in part, because you know you cannot have him.

"fight with some gryffindor." he mumbles out, wincing as his lip moves. he barely looks at you, which is unusual for him. ordinarily, draco's eye contact during your arguments is a constant.

you sigh and run a hand through your hair. "draco, you have to stop getting into fights. look what happened." you shoot him an angry look and he finally meets your eyes.

"im not in the mood for your relentless chiding
y/n." he shoots back, glaring at you.

of course he's still insufferable while in pain.

you roll your eyes and start to head towards a cupboard in the common room that contains the first aid kit.

"what are you doing?" draco's voice rings out behind you, and you turn back around with a white box in hand.

"cleaning you up." immediately, draco's eyes widen.

"there's really no need. it's just a scratch. i'll just fix it using a spell." he stanmers out, but his words deceive him as you see him wince again when his bloody lip brushes against his teeth. 

"draco. sit. what if you didn't have your wand on you? you need to learn how to take care of yourself using a kit." you plant your hands on your hips and stare at him. he knows you mean business and reluctantly sits down in a plush armchair.

approaching him with the kit, you lean down in front of him, your back bending uncomfortably as you try to tend to the cut on his lip.

at seeing your strained position, draco slips his hands around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

"now you can help me better." he mumbles, slightly smiling as he sees how red your face goes. you're straddling him at this point, trying to focus on his cut and not the position you two are in.

you dab at his cut with a tissue, removing the blood on it. draco winces and pulls away, cursing under his breath. without thinking, you place a hand on his cheek, pulling him closer to you.