Stone Cold ~ Draco Malfoy x reader

Skin

"Written onto my skin were letters. My letters..."

N/D- Non-Dominant

The rest of the school day was slow and dull mostly going over the same rules and expectations we have like every year. I was dreading going to detention. The first day of school and I've already gotten detention.

After my last class, Potions, I walked back up the stairs and to Umbridge's classroom. When I was walking in the hallway I saw a familiar patch of dark brown hair.

"Hey, Potter, wait up," I called to him. He smiled as I caught up to him. "You ready to go to detention." I laughed making his gloomy expression a little bit brighter.

"Yeah. Look, I just want to thank you." I raised an eyebrow in confusion as out steps aligned. "Ya know, for standing up with me today."

"Ohh." I nodded slowly knowing what he meant. "It was really no problem," I assure him. 

Eventually, we reach the classroom together and we pull open the doors, entering quietly. We walk up the spiral staircase, Potter ahead of me. He knocked lightly on the office door waiting for a response.

"Come in." A soft voice says from inside. He opens the door and gives me a 'we're gonna get killed' look making me laugh but I made the smile fade as I walk through the door as well.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter and Miss. Hartwood." She greets as I slowly close the door behind me taking in the room. It was interesting, to say the least. It was obnoxiously pink and decorated in white lace and cats. The meows and purrs from the cats filled the room and I wanted to throw up. It was awful.

"Sit." She instructed nodding her head to either side of her. Harry and I walked to the separate desks on the opposite sides of the room and sat down in the chairs. We glanced quickly at each other from across the room with a face of 'help me.'

"You're going to be doing some lines for me today, you two." She said and I started to reach for my bag to find a quill.

"No, not with your quill. You're going to be using a rather special one of mine." Oh, yeah. That's not scary at all. She stood up, grabbed two brown feathered quills from her desk, and walked over to me first. She set it down in front of me on a piece of parchment and told me to write,

I must not speak out in class

Over and over again. She then moved over to Harry to tell him what to do as well. I picked up the quill, rolling my eyes, and started to write on the paper. I started to feel something sharp in my N/D hand resting in my lap. I started to wince at the pain but just shook my hand as it felt like it was falling asleep. Harry was complaining about how he didn't have ink and how many times he needed to write it well after I had started. I finally looked down at my hand as the pain got unbearable.

Written onto my skin were letters. My letters...

I must not speak out in class

The skin was tearing as I wrote and I placed the quill down, refusing to write anymore. My hand started to bleed out of the letters and I clutched my hand in pain.

I looked over to Harry who also looked as though he were having needles poke at his skin too.

"Yes?" Umbridge asked politely as she walked back around in front of Harry. He looked at her then at me then back at her.

"Nothing." He lied but I could tell he was fuming in anger.

"That's right. Because you know, you both know, deep down, you deserve to be punished. Don't you, Mr. Potter?" She asked. Harry clenched his jaw tightly glaring at her with disgust. "Go on."

I stood up and collected my stuff covering my hand with my sleeve. Harry and I left the room side by side.

"The nerve of that woman." I scoffed as we were well out of the classroom.

"Come here," Harry ushered me over to a bench where we both sat down. "Let me see it." I uncovered my hand and he took it took look at it. "I'm so sorry... if I hadn't-"

"Harry, it's fine. You didn't do anything. It was my choice." I assured him. "Let's find a bathroom and clean these up, ok?" I offered and he nodded. He told me the closest bathroom was the one haunted by a Ravenclaw ghost, Myrtle. We decided it was our best bet so we walked over there and opened the doors. We reached the sink when we started to hear quiet sobs.

"Just ignore her-"

"Oh, yes! Ignore Myrtle!" A whine erupted from behind us making me jump. "Everyone ignore poor Myrtle. She's only a ghost." She whimpers and I realized why no one ever came down here.

The apparition flew away, her cries getting quieter as she left and Harry and I exchanged funny glares. I took Harry's hand first and put it under the sink to clean it out the best I could. He then did the same to mine. 

"Well, I'll see you later, Y/N." He waved to me after we had finished. He ran up the grand staircase and I ran down to the dungeons. The hallways were almost empty only including a few students and a ghost on occasion. I wasn't going to tell anyone about the scar.

I peeled back the black robe covering the cut and examined it. It had started to scab over but barely and it was still clearly visible. 

"Shit."

I mumbled to myself.

"Hey! That's not a good language," I jumped at the sudden person behind me only it wasn't a person at all.

"Peeves." I snarled as I turned around again to get downstairs.

"What's that?" He flew quickly in front of me and motioned towards my scratched hand.

"It's a hand," I said obviously.

"No. No, what's on it?" He pushed on. He was known for being a troublemaker and being really nosy.

"Nothing, Peeves." I groaned trying to get past him and to my common room. 

"That doesn't look like nothing! I'm going to tell McGonnagal!" He teased before he quickly flew off. I rolled my eyes not caring, hoping that McGonnagal would do something, maybe even get Umbridge fired. But I know it was only silly hope.