What is wrong with me?
All I had tried to do was be nicer to him, and help him recover, but I just had to bring up my stupid family.
He has enough to worry about without me being all bitchy and rude. As if he's worrying about muggles right now!
I paced outside my room, ringing my hands, and eventually standing outside my door. I almost laughed at the irony. I was nervous to go into my room because my worst enemy was in there, but only because I didn't want to disturb him.
I knocked tentatively, and heard a joking,
"Who's there?"
"It's only me?" I replied, in an attempt to sound funny, but just came off as constipated.
I walked in, and sat down in the armchair I had placed next to his bed and immediately tried to soothe my guilt by apologising.
"Look, I'm sorry, that was really stupid of me to bring up, I know you have a lot going on at the moment and you're not yourself so I shouldn't provoke you or anything I just wanted to make you more comfortable and-"
"You're rambling." Malfoy cut me off sharply, and I looked up from my hands to see his eyes twinkling merrily. "And it was my fault. Anyway, I just wanted to say..." He visibly swallowed. "Thank you."
"Woah, calm down there," I joked, looking at his absolutely disgusted face, and laughing out loud, "Try not to get too carried away."
He blushed slightly, and I admired the way his eyelashes coated his downcast eyes. Without it being romantic or anything. As if I would be attracted to him.
Anyway.
"Why don't we do some homework?" I said, trying to ease the tension slightly.
"Ugh fiiiine." He groaned, and I smirked, my eyes glinting in a way I knew all boys liked. Not that I was trying to seduce him. Ew, am I right?!
Anyway.
I grabbed some bread, cheese, and a few green apples in a rushed trip down to the kitchens, and took out my dusty copy of A History of Magic, by the ultimate bae, Bathilda Bagshot.
Studying, my favourite pastime. Not.
To tell you the truth, I only decided to get the books out to help Malfoy, because I felt bad. He probably needed to study, as that's all I saw him doing in the common room, his head in a book. He read non-fiction, for fun, while I stuck my head into graphic novels, and comic books.
"Okay," I puffed, flopping onto the edge of my bed after the sprint back to the common room from the kitchens. "Who's ready for History of Magic? Most fun subject, like ever!"
Malfoy scoffed, and grabbed the textbook. "Let's see if you can keep up with my superior knowledge, Burns." He sneered, and began quizzing me.
Half an hour later, and we had got through almost all of my textbooks. Malfoy was red in the face, and desperately searching for something I didn't know. "What about the proper way to extract a unicorn tail hair from a goal in the month of July without angering its mother?" He tried, mouth opening slightly as I rattled off the instructions.
I smirked and said, "You know, if you're getting tired..."
"Fine! You win! I give up on you! You know everything!" He said, mock bowing while I flicked my hair. "How do you know so much? When do you study?"
