You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

-6-

How the hell I ended up in this situation, I don't even know.

Lennon and I are currently escorting a whimpering Malfoy into the hospital wing, trying our hardest to stifle our laughs as we hear Malfoy complain about 'Hagrid's bloody chicken'.

As I open the door for the two to enter, I catch Madam Pomfrey's eye and shoot her an apologetic glance as she shakes her head slightly, watching Malfoy plop himself into a hospital bed. 

"Oh, dear," I hear her mutter under her breath as she pulls out a jar of greenish-blue juice. 

"Well, now that he's here,-" I point to Malfoy, "-me and Lennon will make our way back to class," I say quickly as I stalk off to the door. 

"Actually, dear, I wouldn't mind if one of you were to stay here with the boy. I'm afraid I have to go talk to Dumbledore for something."

I catch Lennon's eye and immediately run towards the door, but his bulky frame quickly pulls me backward, and though he did it gently, it was enough for him to hurry past me and run back to class, a roguish smile flashed at me before he let the door close behind him. Damn it. 

Remind me to hex that buffoon later. 

I wait for Madam Pomfrey to leave before I pull up a rickety chair beside Malfoy, scoffing at my current situation. 

"What's wrong, Y/n? Flattered that you get to hang out with me?" He smirks, putting his non-injured arm behind his head, obviously enjoying the limited attention I'm giving him.

"If by flattered you mean repulsed, then sure, I'm flattered," I huff back, unwilling to give even a speck of intentness to talk to the blonde. God, why did I have to end up in this situation? Of all the people Hagrid could've sent, he sent me and Lennon to take care of Malfoy.

I glance around the deserted hospital wing, noticing the tall windows create a silhouette of the trees, but in an instant, the curtains once neatly folded to the sides of the windows slide shut, leaving us in a warm darkness. 

"Lumos Maxima," I mumble as the tip of my wand glows a bright blue. 

I  glance at Malfoy, whose illuminated face stares at me with his wand pointed at the curtains. 

"Did you do that?" I ask, brows furrowed together. 

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. What's it to you, Draper?" 

I roll my eyes at his kind words before accidentally letting my guard down as I break out into a laugh, seeing his face and replaying the way he rolled on the floor, shouting, "It's killed me!" in front of Hagrid. 

"What's your problem, Y/n?" He asks, his voice spiking an octave at the sudden noise.

"Nothing," I choke, trying to send the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes back to where they came from. 

"You know, Y/n," His gray eyes meeting my y/e/c ones. "I should really tell you-"

I transfer my attention to the floor again before a creak makes me whirl my head around. Madam Pomfrey is standing in front of the large wooden doors carrying several bottles of different colored liquids. 

"Oh, dear, I completely forgot! Sorry, dear. You may leave now." She says apologetically as she hustles past me, pulling out a new sling for Malfoy.

"No problem, Madam Pomfrey." I huff back, noticing she opened the curtains once more, a glare from Malfoy for whatever reason piercing into my back.

As I make my way back to Hagrid's hut for the lesson, I see Lennon hurrying towards me, a smirk on his face. "How did it go?" He buzzes, smirk widening as a frown deepens on my face.

"Oh, shut up."

A/n: I have a love-hate relationship with this chapter lol

Like I think it shows how they act with each other like polite enemies but then I kinda feel like it's really slow but whatever

Also I have a surprise for yall coming up

Let's just say you're bold like real-life me could never pull it off