Miss Slytherin

Book 5: Chapter 13

Finley huffed annoyed, her wrist still stinging from the fresh cut that she had just received from her most recent detention for the four foot something little bitch that hides in pink wool cardigans. Thankfully she wasn't feeling any pain, but that didn't mean that it wasn't irritating the hell out of her skin. It was causing bumps on her skin and depressing to see them all there whenever she took a shower. Not only that, but Astoria too hated the red bumps when she raises her sleeves causing her to wear a glove on one hand with a bandage underneath it. Seeing as the bleeding was murder to wash off the glove, the bandage helped from getting the wounds irritated from her glove fabric. She curses that toad woman and her blood quills everyday for it too, but her thoughts only fly towards Harry who had it worst. Detention for almost everyday? How can Dumbledore turn a blind eye on that?

"Didn't I tell you to get that checked?" Draco scolds her as he entered the common room from his prefect dorm, wearing his Slytherin robes and his prefect badge, he paced towards her. It was that early in the morning, surrounding her were a pile of books and a journal that she kept over the years. Her purplish blue hair was tied into a bun, and she was still in her pyjamas. Not realising that she had been studying her old advanced grade modules for the whole night that she didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Not that she had the luxury of that at all anyway.

"I did, Poppy told me that it will heal eventually," she says.

"Not that," he replied, taking the book she had in her hand, closing it shut. "You look like a walking corpse."

Finley snorted, finding the irony in that, technically she was a walking dead person. Well, supposedly dead person.

Draco glares at her, not finding the humour in the statement he had just said, after all it was a really really bad metaphor considering the circumstances. "You haven't been sleeping again, have you?"

"It's not like I choose to be a sleepless beauty," Finley scoffs, trying to retrieve the book that Draco had took. "But I can't really use dreamless sleep draught now do I? I'm immune, remember?"

"Why are you up this early anyway?" Finley narrowed her eyes at Draco, it's barely even six, their classes start at eight-thirty, breakfast was at seven.

"Prefect duties."

"Cedric must love to wake you all up from your beauty sleep," Finley laughed, as long as she knew Cedric, he was a hard working Hufflepuff, and as she knew Draco, he loved sleep as much as he loved sugar quills and apples. But to see Draco up this early, was a slight surprise to her, she couldn't remember a time he woke up in the morning for their classes this fresh.

"The badge comes with sacrifices," Draco shrugged before giving her a stern look. "You should be sleeping at this time."

"I couldn't even if I tried."

Draco shakes his head, gathering the books that scattered around her, even the journal she kept not bothering to ask what the contents within it. He had enough of seeing her yawn every two seconds, it was distracting in an educational stand point, but in general, it was unhealthy.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking these away from you, what do you think I'm doing?" He raised his brow at her.

"Hindering my thirst for knowledge," she deadpans, after all it was the only way that she could definitely learn something while the lessons Harry was hosting were still on hold due to the lack of venue. "And by you doing this, you're asking me to really read that shitty book on defence."

"I am not," Draco mused, using one hand to pull her up from the couch that she occupied. "But as a prefect, I am responsible for my house, and I will deduct points for not sleeping."