Draco
It had been a week since Madam Pomfrey brought in a healer to talk to him. During his free periods on Monday and Thursday, he would meet up with Celeste, and he wouldn't speak as much as a word. Draco felt like he didn't need help, he was perfectly fine, they just didn't understand. Nevertheless, that didn't stop his healer from trying to make an effort.
Also, ever since Potter had seen him in the hospital wing, Draco has tried to act once more as he did when they were still third years. It worked, to some extent, but the boy had moments where he felt like whatever action he took was wrong. Sometimes, he would laugh, a hollow laugh, when he should've been sneering. Sometimes, he should be giving insults when he would just go blank. It was rough, but last thing he wanted was for Potter to have any information to use against him. The Gryffindork probably gives away valuable information to have others do his dirty work. He thought to himself. After all, how would they all know about what he had tried to do?
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Winter break was next week. Draco had no plans for the holidays, he really didn't think he would last that long. He thought about going home to be with his mother, but shot down the idea as fast as he came up with it. The blond loathed his mother, she had never done anything like his father, or any of the death eaters, nothing at all like what the Dark Lord did to him, but at the same time it was worse. His mother was always very kind and showed compassion, and would often keep Draco out of trouble. This was the case, however, when the Dark Lord has shown up to the Manor after the Triwizard Tournament, she seemed to have disappeared. She allowed Draco to get hurt by them, and allowed him to go through with getting the Mark.
Draco was too in thought to notice he had been cornered by the same Hogwarts students. It was only when one started yelling was he pulled out of his stupor. Not again, he thought as his peirs started throwing jinxes at him. When he was cowering on the floor was when the others decided it would be a perfect time to start kicking him and yell abuse. When they finally left him alone, the Slytherin just slowly gathered himself up, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes, and started walking back to the dormitories. He didn't xare about classes anymore, he didn't care about anything anymore. He just wanted to die. It took all of his energy to walk normally, so when he finally reached his bed, he collapsed on it, muttering a silencing charm and wept until he would sleep.
The next morning (which in reality was 2 in the morning), Draco hauled himself to the bathrooms, and started getting himself ready. He watched his body, eyes sweeping from bruise to bruise, he was looking at all of the cuts and scars on his body, both from himself and from others. The biggest scars he had on his body were the Sectumsempra scars. His eyes locked on the marks and he thought reminiscing about that day. He thought about how he wished it would've killed him.
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Classes were a blur that day. The Slytherin made his way to the hospital wing so he could "talk" with his healer. He has yet to say a single word to her during all of their meetings, thankfully she doesn't push for him to answer, which is the only thing he likes about her. When he reached the doors to the wing, he took a deep breath and let himself in. the boy found the healer and they walked to a secluded section. The healer made all of the regular charms and spells and then the session started.
"So Draco, how has your day been?" Celeste asked.
A shrug met her reply
"Oh, another day like that I see" Her cheery voice did not waver, but there was a tone of disappointment in it.
The rest of the session, he let Rose speak as he zones out thinking of another—better—plan to finish the job.
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