Malfoy's Infatuation

Muggle Weed

A/N:Sorry it's been a minute since we last updated, time flew by a wee bit. We were wondering which star sign/zodiac you all think y/n is, we haven't written her as one in particular but we were just curious as to which one you thought she fits into best, so let us know in the comment section of this paragraph. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Silence fills the atmosphere, everyone shocked and confused. I stumble to sit against the wall, what the fuck was that? Why couldn't Draco see it? What if it follows us? A wail from Draco alerts everyone again. I look over at him, taking in his pained figure. Sweat forms in beads across his forehead, he’s shaking and his eyes are squeezed shut. I just stare at him, feeling slightly guilty that he had taken the blow from the monster rather than me. Neville’s at his side, although he looked a bit pale like he is going to- he faints. The site of blood too much for him to handle. 

"[Y/N]!" Malfoy shouts again through gritted teeth, alright I know you got attacked and everything but don't be so dramatic. 

"Shit sorry" I rush out as I make my way to his side, the slash on his arm is deep, having torn through some of the muscle, I hesitate, not touching it at first. The twins observe from over my shoulder, 

"We can't go to Madam Pomfrey, she will ask too many questions" Wonderful. 

"Thank you for that amazing conclusion George!" The irritation in my voice shocked even me and George looked a little hurt. Fred touches my shoulder, recentering and calming me, "I'm sorry George,” he nods understanding that I'm stressed and just continues watching as I turn back to Malfoy, investigating his arm again. Malfoy looks as if he is going to fall out of consciousness, "Think [Y/N]! Think. What spell?" I speak out loud to myself, frustrated, running my shaking hands through my hair. What was the spell mother always used? UHH C'MON. Harry starts to play detective as usual, his drunken mind trying to make a link. 

"[Y/N] what was that?"

"I don't know Harry" 

"What did it look like?" 

I ignore him, searching my brain for a suitable healing spell. 

"[Y/N], How did Malfoy get hurt?" 

"It slashed him, he didn't see it" 

"[Y/N] what does it look like?! Why couldn't Draco see it?!" 

"Christ Harry I don't know! Fuck! Work something out for yourself for once!" 

I had begun shaking even more, frustrated and still terrified. Wait! the spell that Cedric used! I whip out my wand and trace Malfoy's wound, "Vulnera Sanentur" please work, I cross my fingers. Looking at Malfoy's unconscious face for an indication of relievement. 

His blood flow of the wound slows and it begins to knit itself back together. "You did it!" Fred jostled me, pulling me back into a hug, 

"I did it, Thank Merlin"

We formulate a plan to meet in the morning and before we leave I pull Harry aside apologising for my second outburst of the night. As we split up, Cedric goes straight to his dorm ignoring my presence. Arse. Fred and George carry Malfoy to his common room and I go with them, looking out for any teachers. They stall at the common room door, unsure of what to do. 

"I've got it from here, I'll get him down and I'll meet you both tomorrow to work out what happened.” I take Malfoy's heavy form from them, throwing his arm over my shoulder, doing my best to balance him against my body. "Pureblood" I whisper out and the door opens. I should leave his ass here just for that password. I pull him through the door, and manage to get up the stairs through several trial and error attempts. I take a stab at which room is his, trying to figure out which room he caught me in before. I spot a 'D.M' carved in the wood. My eyes roll immediately, how very typical. I pull him through the door and lie him down on his bed.