𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇! 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

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chapter one. weasley is our king.

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"I'M GOING TO RIP HIS DISGUSTING scarface off," pansy parkinson grumbled as she walked hurriedly down the corridors with draco at her side.

"no, you're not," blaise zabini huffed on the other side of draco, "because i'm going to do it."

"oh, both of you shut up, you're not making this headache feel any better," draco groaned as he leaned up against blaise to prevent from falling down.

"sorry," blaise and pansy mumbled together.

the group of three finally reached the hospital wing, and walked up to madam pomfrey.

"oh my goodness, get him on a bed, now! what happened?" she rushed while leaving the other children she was attending to.

"it was potter and those weasel twins, they attacked him after quidditch," pansy huffed as she watched draco get onto the bed.

"you look like you just got smacked by the whomping willow!" madam pomfrey said as she grabbed a paste to put over a bruise on draco's cheek.

"i feel like i did, too," draco grumbled. he winced when the cool paste touched the skin on his face and it started to tingle a bit.

madam pomfrey frowned, "i need to go get something stronger for your arm. i'll be right back."

draco stared at her confused but she began to walk away, "my arm..?"

draco looked down to see his arm had a big gash across his forearm, along with a few other cuts and bruises.

his eyes widened, "how did i get that?"

"one of the weasley's must have scraped their broom on you," blaise rolled his eyes.

pansy smiled, "oh, yeah! that was a genius idea, your song!"

draco grinned slightly, "it was totally worth it. the look on weasel's face when he heard us all singing—i'll never get over that!"

a few moments later, madam pomfrey returned with a bandage and some liquid.

she began to tend to draco's wounds when pansy asked, "when can he leave?"

madam pomfrey thought to herself, "after breakfast tomorrow he should be almost completely healed."

draco sighed and winced slightly as his arm stung by whatever madam pomfrey was putting on his arm. all this for a stupid song? the gryffindorks are a bunch of sore losers.

"all done," madam pomfrey said as she bandaged up draco's arm. "drink this now, it'll help with the pain. drink this when you wake up tomorrow," she placed two vials full of liquids onto the table next to draco's bed.

draco took one of the vials off of the bedside table and downed it in one go. he grimaced at the taste and set the empty flask down. "bleh."