Slytherins Heir [Draco X Reader] - Year Three

Chapter eighteen - Page 394

(Honestly thought about naming this chapter "Snape being a petty Bitch" but though it might not look good compared to the other names there soo... yeah.)

Y/n pov

You had been in the hospital wing for a day, given you had a Werewolf based wound it couldn't be healed by magic normally.

You agued to be let out and this was the time you were allowed to attend class but you had to come back to the hospital wing to sleep and you had to wear a sling so that some strain would be taken off your shoulder, and you wouldn't move your arm too much so you wouldn't re injure yourself. It was the deal and though you hated it but it was the deal none the less. You had a limp still because of the arrow it had hit some spots that are taking their time healing, you'd have a hard time putting too much pressure on it. You had been cleaned up but you still had some scrapes on your forehead and cheeks from the tumble down the hill.

"You sure you want to attend class?" Madam Pomfrey asks you helping you with your sling.

"All my friends don't know what happened to me, and after the attack who knows what they'd think. Not to mention no one knows I'm in here and therefore all my homework isn't being given to me." You told her. She sighs.

You got a letter from madam Pomfrey explaining why you were injured, of course it was fake and said you had fallen down several flights of stairs and it said that you'd be late to class, given the fact class started in ten minutes and you still had to get out of the hospital wing and go to the stairs and then get to DADA.

"Okay, you're free to go and come back before curfew." Madam Pomfrey reminded you. Knowing you don't like the hospital wing ever sense the attacks last year. You were in here constantly and it always brings back bad memories.

"Pete, I'll ask for your homework." You told the dazed boy.

"Oh, what a joy." He said weakly, you held his hand and smiled knowing he needed to sleep. You limped out and faced your worst challenge yet; the stairs.

You eventually got to the DADA classroom and wondered who'd be supplying for Lupin. You never expected what you got when you had opened the door it was a peeved off Snape and you notice Harry just taking his seat and looking back to see the new commotion. Snape was the first to look and his surprised gaze lead the rest of the class to follow.

There were stares and immediate whispers, but you just limped up to the front desk, handed Snape the paper before limping back to your seat beside Neville. He looked at you curiously and sympathetically.

"Long story for another time." You whisper to Neville making him nod and look at his book.

"As I was saying before Potter and L/n interrupted, professor Lupin has not left any records of topic's you've done-" Snape started trash talking Lupins work here.

"Please sir, we've done Boggarts, Redcaps, Kappas and Grindylows, and we're just about to start-" Hermione was cut off by Snape.

"Quiet, I did not ask for your input. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization." You hated Snape at the moment, how dare he just ignore every bit of input anyone has to offer and just go to shit talking Lupin.

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had." Dean Thomas said boldly. People murmured in agreement. You were glad someone other than you stood up to the raven-haired professor.

"Incredibly true." You said glaring at the Professor, as a warning to not attempt to take Lupins job.

"Today's lesson will be on.... Werewolves." Snape said scanning the back of the book.