Barely Acquaintances

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"I've got you okay? It's going to be okay"
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"You mudblooded bitch!" I screamed, grabbing the wobbly blonde boy before he fell over, "you'll regret that, I promise!" I spat at her, shock all over her face as if even she was surprised at her outburst.

The filthy witch was aiming for me, her fist was meant to break MY nose, but at the very last minute Draco had jumped in front of me to...

Protect me?

Maybe it was just his first reaction, Malfoy surely would've done the same had it have been anybody else, right?

Right. Stop over thinking everything y/n, I told myself. Crabbe and Goyle had helped me with bringing Draco up to the hospital wing, his poor nose had been pouring with blood and I hoped to Merlin he was okay. Just as I'd expected, moments after him being taken by Madam Pomfrey, his two sidekicks had run off, not even caring to stay to make sure who they seemingly looked up to was okay.

This left me alone, I'd been told to wait outside as it was "too gory" for me to watch, or so the doctor had told me anyway. I had been pacing outside for around 20 minutes before Pomfrey came to get me, "you know dear, pacing outside won't tell him how much you care for him" what on earth did she mean?

"I'm, sorry?" I questioned my words coming out in broken stutters, raising a brow in confusion.

"Every time this boy is brought to me you're the only one who cares to wait by his side" she sighs, organising some medicine bottles on a shelf. "He must mean a lot to you" she met my tired eyes,

Well, we were friends. I would do this for any friend, right?

"Anyway, he's resting now so you may go in" she nodded towards the entrance to the hospital.

"Thank you" I muttered, still in confusion.

Then I saw him, sitting upright with his legs dangling off the side of the bed. His eyes widened when he saw me approach his bed.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?"

"You didn't actually expect me to leave did you?" I laughed at him, sitting down on the chair next to his legs.

"Well, I thought you'd leave, like the others" he wouldn't meet my eyes, I began to wonder if I'd done something wrong.

"I thought you knew I wasn't like them by now?" I didn't mean for the hurt to shine through in my voice, but I'm almost certain it did. Still, he didn't look at me.

"Maybe you should be" and he slid off the bed onto his feet, evidently still dizzy as he stumbled slightly, holding my outstretched arm for guidance. Only to rip his hand away from me when he remembered who I was.

Before he could stagger away I got to my feet and turned him around to look at me, finally in the eyes. "Draco don't be stupid" I breathed out, confused to his sudden change in demeanour. But without responding he'd shrugged my hands off of his shoulders and left the room. I couldn't follow him, my feet stuck to the floor with hurt and confusion.

What had I done now? What had I possibly done to upset him.

I skipped dinner that night. I really didn't feel like it to be completely honest. Instead I went up the owlery. It was icy cold up there, and completely empty. I sat at one of the scattered desks and unfolded some parchment. Fumbling in my bag, I pulled out my quill and ink pot setting them both down in front of me.