|TOO GOOD TO BE FORGOTTEN| Draco Malfoy One-Shot
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I woke up, staring at a high ceiling. Drowsiness was forcing my eyes to remain closed but I rubbed away the sleep and propped myself up with one elbow so I could look around to see where I was. There were rows and rows of white beds lined neatly with side tables holding some type of medication or pumpkin juice. Some beds were filled with petrified victims, all with grotesque faces frozen in places. There was even one of a cat – Ms. Norris, I remember her name to be – who was nestled in her own basket. Normally, people would have found this creepy, but I was perfectly content with having bodies surrounding me.
Someone groaned at the foot of my bed and I looked down to see a head of white-blonde hair resting next to my leg, one hand clutched to mine tightly. Blushing, I slipped it out and stared at him. The boy had a pointed face with pale complexion in close color to his hair. His mouth was fixed in a tight scowl – which was amazing, considering he was unconscious at the moment – and looked like he was going through a nightmare.
Seeing how he was the only one within reaching distance, I woke him up gently with a shake of the shoulder. Another groan sounded from his lips and his eyes blinked furiously. I caught sight of his eyes; they were a bright, cold blue.
The boy jumped in surprise, and sat up after realizing I was there.
“Rizolli!” He said, his mouth breaking into a huge smile. “You’re alright! Thank god – for a while I thought you were dead!! You’ve been out for a few days and I… Well, you know me. I asked my father repeatedly to reserve you a spot for St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but now that you’re awake, we probably won’t need to.”
I raised my eyebrow, still confused.
“What?” I asked. “How’d I end up in the infirmary, though? I don’t remember anything.”
The boy reached for my hand, but I just awkwardly moved out of the way. He looked at me, half-worried. He recovered quickly enough and leaned closer, smirking. “Oh come off it, Rizolli. You’re not still shy, are you? It’s me. You know…”
He trailed off, hoping that I would finish the sentence.
I didn’t.
I just gave him a blank look of confusion. He looked slightly frustrated then, giving me a suspicious face of a cross between a glare and aggravation, he slumped back in his chair. “If this is a joke, Rizolli, it’s not funny, so cut it out.”
“I’m not kidding, Draco.”
I jumped, realizing I knew his name. The boy, Draco, jumped too, jabbing a finger at me.
“See? You DO remember!!”
But I don’t even recall him introducing himself. Er… well, he tried to. I didn’t know that I knew it though. It just came automatically. The way his name just rolled off my tongue, it… it felt right. My lips tingled. It was familiar, I knew that much. Just not enough to recall memories. Maybe he was a family friend? A classmate? Someone who I studied over the weekends with?
I shook my head apologetically. “Sorry. It’s just the name I remember. Nothing else.”
“S-so then,” he started. “You don’t remember what happened before you ended up here?”
“No,” I admitted. “Why exactly did I end up here?”
“You were hexed.” He said simply. He wasn’t facing me though. He was staring at my hand, intently focused on it. “We don’t know by who, but it couldn’t have been involved with all this business with the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone was pretty sure it was a prank.”
