adored by him | *under editing*

fifth year × 64

Disappearances.

So many people had disappeared over the past few months. And, of course, the Ministry was still blaming Sirius. Nadia and the others knew better than to believe these rumours but she was still worried about Sam and her family.

Sam was a muggle-born so her muggle family were a prime target to Voldemort.

Furthermore, today was not Nadia's day.

She had only managed to fall asleep at 3am after spending hours catching up on all the essays she had been given. Then, she was woken up at 6 by an over-enthusiastic Ashton. And to top it all off, her hand had began to get infected since she didn't want to get it treated at the hospital wing, afraid that Madam Pomfrey would ask too many questions.

It hurt like a bludger to the head. Not that Nadia knew what that felt like, though she could take a guess.

Classes were over for the day so Nadia went to find the person she needed most in her time of pain. (Call it what you want but she was definitely not being dramatic).

Off she trudged to the tree by the Black lake, knowing he would be there. Draco was there any time he could be.

When she arrived, she dropped her bag on the floor and crawled onto his lap, burying her pounding head into his chest.

The vibrations of his chuckles were like shockwaves through her body as his arms looped around her waist. "Not that I'm complaining, but to what to I owe the pleasure?"

Nadia placed a finger on his lips and scrunched up her nose. "Shh!" She hissed, gesturing to her head.

His face immediately turned concerned as he cupped her cheek and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "What's wrong, love?"

"My head hurts like a bitch. And I'm aware I look like shit but my sleep to work ratio has been blown out the water." Draco was slightly taken aback. He'd never heard her curse before so he knew something was going on.

"And it's Umbridge and all her pathetic, unnecessary rules. Merlin, I feel so restricted. Don't even get me started on her detentions--" Draco cut off her rant with creased eyebrows.

"What happens in her detentions?" He questioned, palm still pressed to her cheek.

Nadia's eyes widened with realisation as she absentmindedly rubbed the back of her throbbing hand. "Uhh..."

Draco's eyes dropped to her hand and he tried to pull back the sleeve of her robe but Nadia stopped him. "Nadia, let me see your hand."

"My hand? My hand is absolutely fine. There is nothing wrong with my perfect hand." She rambled.

"You're a terrible liar." Draco muttered with a roll of his eyes. Then, he gently grabbed her wrist and pulled back the sleeve.

His eyes turned a dark grey upon seeing the red and swollen words carved into her hand.

'I must not insult a teacher.'

"Did she do this? In detention?" He asked, eyes trained on the wound.

"Um..." Draco snapped his eyes to hers, pleading for the truth. "Yes." She gave in with a sigh.

"You need to get this treated. C'mon." He beckoned, pulling himself then Nadia from the ground.

"No, it's fine. It doesn't even hurt." She protested but winced as Draco applied a small amount of pressure.

He raised a brow as if to say 'sure' and crossed his arms. "It's already infected enough. Why didn't you get this looked at sooner?"