❝ you shouldn't have come after me first. after all, i'm kimberly snape ❞
❝ you really love that line, don't you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 🦅🪄-
𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 doesn't remember anything
that happened before she opened her
eyes at Hagrid's cabin and sta...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 034. almostɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Kimberly walked alongside Hagrid, her expression tight with annoyance as they made their way to the hospital wing. Draco, cradled in Hagrid's massive arms, continued to whimper dramatically, his hand clutched over the small scratch on his arm as if he were at death's door.
The corridors of Hogwarts were quiet, with only a few students casting curious glances at the odd trio. Kimberly's thoughts raced, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. Being stuck with Draco again was the last thing she wanted, especially when she knew he'd use the situation to make things even more unbearable.
As they reached the entrance to the hospital wing, Hagrid gently lowered Draco onto one of the empty beds. "There you go, Draco. Madam Pomfrey's out, but Kimberly here knows her way 'round some healin' spells," Hagrid said, giving Kimberly an encouraging nod.
Draco shot a glare at Kimberly, his expression a mix of pain and resentment. "Great," he muttered under his breath.
Hagrid, oblivious to the tension, gave Draco a reassuring pat on the shoulder, nearly knocking him sideways. "Now, don't be givin' Kimberly a hard time. She'll fix you up right quick." He turned to Kimberly with a warm smile.
Before Kimberly could protest, Hagrid was already lumbering towards the door. "If you need anythin', just give a shout. I'll be back soon," he called over his shoulder.
The door closed with a heavy thud, and silence filled the room. Kimberly turned to Draco, who was glaring at her with all the venom he could muster. She could feel the tension crackling in the air.
"Let's just get this over with," Kimberly said coldly as she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Draco.
She grabbed a small cotton ball, carefully dousing it with hydrogen peroxide, though the thought of just dumping the whole jar crossed her mind more than once.
"Give me your hand," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Draco narrowed his eyes at her, suspicion evident on his face.
"You could just use a bandaging charm and be done with it," Draco spat back, his voice dripping with disdain.
Kimberly rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Unless you want an infection, it's better to do this properly," she snapped. "Now, stop whining and give me your hand."
Reluctantly, Draco extended his arm, his glare never leaving Kimberly's face. She took his hand with a firm grip, not bothering to be gentle as she began to clean the wound. Draco winced slightly but refused to show any sign of weakness.
"You really think you're doing me a favor, don't you?" Draco muttered, his voice low and bitter.
Kimberly didn't look up from her work. "Hardly. I'm doing this so I don't have to listen to you complain about it later," she shot back, pressing the cotton ball against the cut a little harder than necessary.
