friends with benefits - draco malfoy

chapter two

i headed to umbridges detention straight from dinner, feeling surprisingly light hearted. umbridge would probably just make us sit in silence for half an hour or so before letting us go, and i'd just have to make a mental note not to be late for her classes again. i knocked on the door when i arrived, and entered, seeing harry already sat at one of the desks. 'okay so' umbridge smiled at us 'today you're going to be writing some lines for me'. lines, that wasn't so bad. at least it gave me something to do to pass the time. i started to reach for my bag for my quill when umbridge stopped me. 'please that won't be necessary' she said in a sugary sweet voice, 'i wouldn't make you waste your ink or wear your quill on some lines! i'll provide the quills today'. she turned around to pick up the quills off her desk, and me and harry shared a look of confusion. umbridge was being nice? she handed us both a quill, ink pot and parchment paper and i dared ask how many lines we had to write. 'as many as it takes to sink in' she replied, giggling like i'd asked a funny question. 'miss l/n you will be writing i must not be late to class and mr potter you will be writing i must learn when my input is wanted'. i shrugged at harry, starting to write on my piece of paper. i'd only wrote about half a page or so when my hand started to really burn, so i paused the line i was writing. 'keep going dear' umbridge murmured and i noticed her nice tone from earlier had started to disappear. for fear of angering her further i did, but it wasn't long before my hand started to burn in pain. i forced my way through, gritting my teeth before finally looking down at my hand. my stomach flipped, seeing my lines carved sickeningly over and over in my palm and up my wrist. they looked like they'd been done with a pen knife, so scarily deep and fresh that some of them had white spots inside of them. i looked over at harry, seeing that he was nursing a similar wound. 'you can go now loves' umbridge simpered, 'but consider this your warning to watch your behaviour in my class in future' she added in a much more menacing tone. once the door was closed behind us, harry grabbed my arm. 'are you okay?' he asked looking down at my hand 'yours look deeper than mine'.
'i'm fine' i replied, trying to keep my voice from wavering, 'what about you?'
'i'm fine too' harry replied, 'but that woman is sick in the head. we should go to the infirmirary' he said, his eyes flitting down to the blood that was slowly starting to drip off my hand. i nodded and we headed down the corridor, still holding on to each other as though we were both scared the other person might collapse any second. i barely registered that we were walking past a couple, only really noticing that the boy had stopped when he'd seen us passing. i couldn't really blame him though, he was probably wondering what the fuck had happened to us. it was only when i heard pansy say 'dracy why have you stopped' that i realised who it was, whipping by my head around as we began to walk down the stairs to see draco standing stunned in the middle of the corridor, staring after us with a hurt expression.

'just rub this cream on it twice a day and you'll be fine and dandy' pomfrey smiled, handing us both a tube. 'thank you' i whispered, applying some before pocketing it. i felt the relief almost instantly, like water on a fire. my hand cooled and i could have passed out from relief. me and harry headed out of the infirmary and back towards the common rooms, it was getting closer to curfew now and we definitely didn't want to be caught out late after the detention they'd experienced today. harry and i whispered as we walked, planning ways to stop umbridge. 'it's inhumane, she cant punish us like this' he affirmed to me, as thought he could manifest it if he willed it enough. 'meet me in the empty classroom on the fifth floor tonight at 11. it's mainly used as a storing cabinet now. i'll tell some of the others too' harry muttered to me, giving my hand a squeeze before we split off to head to our different dorms.

i sat in my room, counting down the minutes till i needed to leave to meet harry. i found myself waiting an extra few minutes that longer, convincing myself that it was safe to leave and everyone was asleep.
i crept out of the girls dorm, throwing a sweater on as i went. i glanced at the two doors opposite, the boys dorm and what used to be the slytherin boys leaders room. we no longer had them now, so the girls leader room had been turned into a storage room. naturally, the boys leaders room now belonged to draco. i guess that's what happened when you had wealth, you got the privilege of a good nights sleep in your own private room. i tiptoed almost all the way to the classroom harry had said to meet, opening the door to see hermione, ron, harry, ginny, neville and luna. they all rushed over, wanting to expect and fuss over my hand the way they had harry's, but i snatched my hand away from them insisting i was fine. one thing i'd learnt from the frequent hookups with draco malfoy was not to show weakness. 'we've decided that we're going to teach first years practically ourselves, since umbridge won't. that way there's no reason for anyone to disobey her in class and hopefully nobody else will get hurt' hermione explained.
'yeah and tomorrow me and neville are gonna go report this to dumbledore' harry said, 'she shouldn't get away with it'. we mused some more over possible payback to umbridge, most of it being totally unrealistic such as turning her into a ferret or sending her out in to the forbidden forest. it was around one ish when i yawned and announced sleepily that i was gonna head back to my dorm. i looked both ways before leaving the classroom and quickly made my way to my common room, relieved when the portrait let me in first try. i stopped when i reached the common room, surprised to see draco sat on the couch, obviously waiting for me. his expression was hard to read, and at first i thought he was probably waiting to try and get another casual hook up, so his words surprised me when he spoke. 'what are you doing out so late?' he asked, staring right at me and making intense uncomfortable eye contact. 'what's it to you?' i replied and started to brush past the couch to my dorm when he reached out and grabbed my hand. i gasped in shock at the intense pressure he had grabbed me with, especially since it was on top of my fresh cuts. 'actually, umbridge made me prefect so it's everything to me' draco replied smartly, looking up at me angrily. 'with potter were you?' he spat 'you looked quite cosy with him this afternoon. getting with him now is that it?' he continued, and i noticed he was literally shaking with anger. 'i could ask you the same about pansy' i retorted with a snort 'and for the record, i've not been sleeping with harry, i'm not like you. i don't try to fuck anything that breathes' i snatched my hand away, forgetting for a minute about my hand and gasping in shock when i felt the pain flood up my arm. i doubled over in pain, clutching my hand and trying to get the burning sensation in my arm under control. 'what did you just say to me' draco seethed, but i was in too much pain to reply. 'i said what did you just say to me' and i flinched as he walked over to me, preparing myself for him to hurt me in some way. i watched as hurt flickered across his face, as though he was upset that i thought he'd hit me, and he pulled back a bit. i straightened up and looked at him 'you know exactly what i said draco. hypocritical don't you think? accusing me of sleeping with harry when you've been cosying up to patsy? so should i expect to see her in the dorm room or is she in your room down at the end of the corridor?' i replied smartly, anger getting the best of me now. 'i did not fuck pansy' draco said, deliberately enunciating each word out to emphasise his point. 'i don't care if you did draco. i keep telling you, we can't keep screwing around. this morning was the last time' i glanced down at my hand feeling the warmth of blood, trying to look as quickly as possible so draco wouldn't catch on. he did. 'what's on your hand?' he asked, his voice gentler and less steely now than it was before. 'is that off me?' he whispered, looking back up at me and looking genuinely concerned. 'what do you care' i snickered sarcastically, moving my hand behind my back and starting to back away. 'i didn't grab you that hard' draco whimpered. this is a new one, fake concern. maybe he realised his usual aggression wasn't working anymore and he was gonna have to take a new approach to convince me to hook up with him. i was still backing away when my back hit something hard, turning around to see blaise. he looked down at me and then grabbed my hand, taking it in his. 'what's this y/n?' he asked, before looking around my head to stare at draco. 'did he do this to you?' he spat with obvious disgust. 'no no blaise, let's just go i'll explain tomorrow' i said frantically. i hated draco, but i couldn't let him get his ass beat for something that wasn't even his fault. how was he to know when he grabbed my hand that i had fresh fucking wounds there already. blaise looked at draco, tensed up as though as he was ready to spring at him any minute. 'please' i whispered, and he snapped out of the glare he was sending in dracos direction, looking down at me. 'okay' he sighed 'i'll walk you to your room. malfoy you better have scrammed by the time i'm back or i swear to god'.