JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

twenty-two

Draco's POV

Three months. Three damn months she's been in the hospital wing—this school in useless. No, I'm worthless. My last interaction with her was when she was disguised as Pansy, and I could only guess Potter, Weasley and Granger dragged her into it. If only she weren't a bloody muggle-born... things would be different, very different.

I take a deep breath, sitting up on my bed, in my single dorm. Got to hand it to you, being rich has its benefits. Privacy; one of my favourite things this universe has to offer.

I stretch my arms and legs out, laying my head back on my pillow, letting my hair fall in front of my face, and let my left arm drape over the side of the king-sized bed.

Exhaling in, I begin recalling the dream I had last night.

I recall seeing her smiling and laughing at one of my many stupid jokes. I felt joy for the first time in a while. Waking up ruined the moment, though; I dreaded drifting away from her. I dreaded opening my eyes and still thinking of her. I dread feeling like my world revolves around her. I dread knowing she's a muggle-born.

I dread knowing... she's my empty space.

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I enter the Great Hall, dressed in my typical Slytherin attire with my hair sleeked back. I take a seat at the Slytherin table, kind of grateful I could enjoy a nice quiet breakfast without—

"Hey, Draco."

I quietly sigh, turning around to meet the eyes that belong to Pansy Parkinson.

"Pansy," I say, turning back to pick up a green apple, losing my appetite to eat anything else.

"How'd you sleep?" She questions.

I go to answer, but get cut off by another one of her pointless questions.

"Did you have a good dream?"

I slightly smile to myself, recalling the dream.

"Yea—"

"Did you dream about me too? Not that I dreamt about you or anything, but I began reading an article on soulmates, and something about 'dreaming about each other means two will have a happy future together.' Do you think that's true?" She begins rambling on, not even allowing me to get a breath in—let alone a word.

"I don't believe in that crap." I shrug standing up, losing my appetite to finish my apple, which was odd considering I don't go a day without eating a green apple. Yep, Pansy has that effect on me. Don't get me wrong she's excellent and pleasant company, but this 'obsession' is getting on my nerves.

I begin walking out of the Great Hall, looking around before starting to walk to the hospital wing. I knew that Reed had been there every single day—he even did his homework there.

There wouldn't be a day where he wouldn't be seen either walking in or out of the room, even then he would only leave for his classes, then he'd be straight back until the nurse would drag him out by his collar.

I reach the room, peeking in to see if anyone was in sight. No one.

I open the door and walk into the room, which was almost filled to the brim with petrified muggle-borns; Flinch-Fletchley, Creevey, Granger, Maxwell and a lot more.

I casually make my way over to her bed; her petrified state making my stomach churn. I take a seat on the chair that was set out beside her bed. I reach my hand out, cupping her cold, stiff hand.

"Out of all the muggle-borns in the school, you had to be one of the dumb ones, who goes and gets themselves petrified," I smirk to myself knowing that she'd probably slap me if she heard me calling her names.