The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and fear as Sakura rushed into the Slytherin common room. News of a brawl between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had spread like wildfire, leaving a trail of whispers and worried glances. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the urgency of the situation.
She found Draco sprawled on a plush armchair, his face pale, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle. His usually pristine blonde hair was disheveled, his icy blue eyes clouded with pain. A dark bruise bloomed on his cheek, a stark contrast against his pale skin.
"Draco!" she exclaimed, rushing to his side. "What happened?"
Draco, his voice raspy with pain, gave her a weak smile. "Just a bit of a disagreement with Potter," he mumbled. "Nothing serious."
Sakura, her gaze lingering on his injuries, knew that wasn't true. She could see the pain etched on his face, the way his body winced with every movement. She knew that he was trying to downplay the situation, to maintain his facade of strength and bravado. But she also knew that he was hurt, both physically and emotionally.
"Let me see," she said gently, her hand reaching out to examine his arm. Draco flinched, his eyes widening with apprehension. "It's alright," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm a witch. I can help."
Draco hesitated for a moment, his pride battling with his pain. He had always been a proud boy, a boy who refused to show weakness. But the pain was overwhelming, and he knew that he needed help.
"Alright," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "But don't tell anyone."
Sakura, her heart filled with a mixture of sympathy and determination, nodded. She knew that Draco's pride was important to him, but she also knew that she had to help him. She had seen the pain in his eyes, the fear that lurked beneath his arrogance. She knew that he was just a boy, a boy who was hurting.
She took a deep breath, focusing on the magic that flowed through her veins. She had always been fascinated by healing magic, by the power to mend broken bodies and soothe wounded souls. She had learned many healing spells back home, spells that had been passed down through generations of her family.
"I'm going to use a spell to mend your arm," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It will feel a bit strange, but it will be over quickly."
Draco, his eyes closed, took another deep breath. He trusted Sakura, even if he didn't fully understand her powers. He knew that she was a witch, a witch who had helped him before, a witch who seemed to possess a unique kind of magic.
Sakura, her wand poised in her hand, chanted the incantation. A warm, tingling sensation flowed from her wand into Draco's arm, a wave of energy that seemed to pulse through his body. He gasped, his eyes flying open, but the pain was already receding, replaced by a wave of warmth and relief.
"It's... it's gone," he whispered, his voice filled with astonishment. "The pain is gone."
Sakura, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, smiled. "I told you it would be alright," she said. "I'm good at healing spells."
Draco, his gaze fixed on her, felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He had never met anyone who could heal so quickly, so effectively. He had always relied on potions, on the cold, sterile magic of the wizarding world. But Sakura's magic was different, warmer, more personal.
"Thank you," he mumbled, his voice filled with sincerity. "I owe you one."
Sakura, her heart softening at his words, smiled. "Don't mention it," she said. "Friends help each other out."
As she helped Draco to his feet, she felt a strange connection to him, a sense of empathy that went beyond their rivalry. She had seen the pain beneath his arrogance, the vulnerability beneath his facade of strength. She knew that he was just a boy, a boy who was hurting, a boy who needed someone to believe in him.
She knew that it wouldn't be easy to change his heart, to break down the walls that he had built around himself. But she was determined to try. She was determined to show him that there was more to life than Malfoy pride, more to life than rivalry and prejudice.
She was determined to show him that there was a world of magic and wonder waiting to be explored, a world where he could find his true self. And she was determined to help him find it.
As Draco limped towards his room, his face still pale but his expression softened, Sakura felt a sense of satisfaction. She had not only healed his physical wounds, but she had also touched his heart, a small but significant victory in the ongoing battle against prejudice and misunderstanding.
She knew that their journey was far from over, that their rivalry would continue to simmer beneath the surface. But she also knew that she had made a connection, a connection that could one day lead to something more, something better.
And as she watched Draco disappear into his room, she felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could help him find his way.
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A Konoha pureblood witch In Hogwarts
Fantasy"Sakura Haruno, a mysterious and skilled pureblood witch, enters Hogwarts and finds herself navigating the complex world of magic, friendships, and rivalries.
