Skinny Love(Draco Malfoy)

Chapter Eleven-You Could Make a Good Muggle Lawyer

Chapter Eleven-You Could Make a Good Muggle Lawyer

Draco had rushed me to the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey, but I was beginning to fall behind as I began to lose more blood.

"Draco..." I call, beginning to feel faint. I began to trip over my own feet, causing me to hiss out in pain. I start to fall, but Draco quickly runs behind me to catch me.

"Those two will pay when I get my hands on them," he growls as he lifts me in my arms. I tug at the bangles, trying to pull them off. They tighten and my misery increases. I finally let the sobs break free, clutching Draco's shirt.

"It hurts, Draco, it hurts," I cry out, breaking down.

"I know it does, but we're almost to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey will take care of it," he soothes while skipping steps. I felt rather bad for Draco, always having to deal with me. Also, it would be very hard to get my blood out of his now stained dress robes. My thoughts slipped away as my eyes shut and I went under.

~

"Are you almost done yet, Granger?" I heard Draco distantly sneer, causing my eyes to flutter open. A small hand held onto mine, it was dry and frail.

"I'm her sister, Malfoy. I don't see as to why you're still here," Hermione fired back instantly.

"And what a great sister you are. You've treated her like rubbish all year!" Draco argues. None of them realized that I was awake until I finally spoke up.

"Excuse me," I croak, my throat terribly hoarse. I notice Harry and Ron on the other side of the room as Draco and Hermione fight. Harry sends a small smile while Ron tries to divert the attention of the others.

"Guys, if you two stopped bloody fighting, you would notice that she's awake," he acknowledged, causing them both to turn towards me.

"How are you feeling?" Draco asked, running to my side and handing me a cup of water.

"What happened last night?" Hermione inquired instantly.

"Bloody hell, she has only just woken up. Let her breathe," Draco said, glaring at Hermione.

"Fine then, we must be off anyways," Hermione fumed. She marched out with too much pride, Ron and Harry trailing behind her. I watch as they go, wondering what they were up to.

"Hello, dear. I see you're up. I've tended to your wounds and you're free to go," Madam Pomfrey greets, "I believe Professor Dumbeldore would like to speak with you both as soon as possible."

"I didn't mean through sift through your private property, but I brought you a change of clothes," Draco says while handing me a black sweater and black pants. I nod in response, hoping it would be enough of an answer for now. He sighs and gets up so I can dress in private.

Bandages were wrapped along my right wrist and both of my ankles. I was beginning to feel very low again, not ever wanting to see anyone for at least three weeks, but no can do. A chill overwhelms me as I join Draco. I was shocked to see how the weather had drastically changed without me noticing. Draco breaks me from my thought and hands me a pair of shoes, a green Slytherin scarf, and my wand. I send him a small smile in appreciation before we embark to Dumbledore's office. We normally do walk in silence, but this one was deafening. The awkwardness lingered in the air, staining my memory. Draco couldn't stand it any longer.

"Elora, I know you have always been the quiet type, but please don't slip back into the silence you have merely just escaped. It's tortuous for me to watch," he pleads, grabbing ahold of my normal hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I gasp at a loss for words.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It's the ones who caused this who should be sorry," Draco smiled in reassurance before we arrived at Dumbledore's office. He was seated there with Professor Snape, assuming it was because he was the head of our house.

"Draco, Elora, welcome," Dumbeldore greeted, rising from his desk.

"Hello, Professor," I responded, nodding my head slightly. Why did I give our headmaster a head nod? I don't know.

"I believe there was an incident that occurred last night," Dumbeldore continued as we sat down across from him at his desk. Draco scoffed at his word choice, earning a glare from Professor Snape.

"Yes sir. I had asked to borrow shoes from Milicent when Pansy offered me her bangles, I had no idea they were cursed," I explained calmly.

"Of course she didn't. Who would voluntarily wear cursed objects?" Draco snaps.

"That's enough for now, Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawls.

"Now, Severus. I believe we should hear Mr. Malfoy's side of the story," Dumbledore assures Snape with a simple flick of the wrist.

"It was that Hufflepuff, Henry. He's a seventh year. He was trying to harass Elora in the Leaky Cauldron before the school year even started, headmaster. Pansy was angry with Elora, so they teamed up to attack her at the dance," Draco explains, making me squirm at the mention of the Leaky Cauldron.

"And why would Ms. Parkinson be angry with Ms. Granger?" Snape inquires.

"She was upset of the relationship growing between Draco and I," I fidget uncomfortably. It was quite strange to be in this situation. Honestly, it seemed as if Hogwarts normally ignored these things.

"How did Henry attack you?" Dumbeldore asked, genuinely concerned.

"He had poisoned my drink to make me immobile and then proceeded to force himself on me until Draco had saved me," I reveal, restraining myself to not relive the events.

"Very well. We strongly discourage the force of sexual interaction on students at Hogwarts, so Henry will be asked to leave the school immediately. Pansy and Milicent will be given a months worth of detention for their actions. Is that fair?" Dumbeldore negotiates.

"Yes si-"I begin to say, but Draco manages to cut me off.

"Pansy and Milicent force Elora to sleep in the common room. Elora shall be given a private room to ensure safety unless you want more members of the Ministry snooping around the school," Draco negotiates as if it was a threat. Dumbeldore looks at Snape in shock, but Snape gives a small nod.

"That can be arranged,"

~

Having a private room was marvelous. I had forgotten how much I loved beds. Beds are wonderful and should never be taken for granted.

"I think that went well," Draco said, flopping beside me on the bed.

"You know, you could make a good muggle lawyer," I acknowledge, but Draco makes a sound of disgust.

"I would never want to deal with those filthy creatures on a day to day basis," he spits as if he ate something wrong at the dinner table.

"I don't get it, Draco. I was raised as a muggle, yet you aren't running away in distaste," I remind him.

"You're different. You're special," he says quietly, and I smile. This feeling was very sudden and new, yet I had no idea what to do.