Draco's Sister ||OCxHP✔️ Harry Potter

07: Harry's in the infirmary

The next day, I had my first class with Professor Lupin.

I made my way over to my seat and sat down next to Draco.

I got my books ready and when i looked up i saw Harry looking at me and i smiled as he turned red and looked away.

"What's that Potter doing looking over here, doesn't he know that nobody likes a staring blood-traitor?" Darco says as he laughs with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle.

"I think he might like me, Draco" Pansy says, as usual, trying to get the attention on her again. "Better tell him i'm yours before he gets any ideas" She leans closer to him, over her desk on the other side of him.

"Yeah, that's defiantly the reason" I say as i role my eyes and Crabbe and Goyle laugh

Suddenly, Snape bursts into the room, slamming the door and shutting the blinds with magic.

"Turn to page 394" He says while looking over us.

"Not creepy at all" I whisper to Draco and he nods

He begins to walk around the classroom as we open our books.

"Excuse me, sir. Where is professor Lupin?" Harry asks

"Well, that's not really your concern" Snape says as he begins to walk around again

Hermione lifts up her hand and answers his question about Werewolf's.

Draco howls, mockingly next to me and i jab him in the side and glare at him.

Snape tells Hermione off and then he takes 5 points from her team.

I turn to Draco to say how unfair that was, as i see him blow Harry a bird message.

"What was that?!" I say

"Just a picture telling Potter how bad at Quidditch he is" Draco laughs as i role my eyes,

****

"Why did i get dragged out here, again?!" I say, standing wet through on the quidditch stands

"Your brothers hoping to watch Potter die on his bottom, remembe-" Goyle starts, but stops as i turn to glare at him.

"It was a rhetorical question, you dimwhitt!" I shout as the rain pours down harder then ever. "Besides, it's not even Slytherin v Gryffindor, Its Hufflepuff v Gryffindor"

****

An hour later and i am socking wet, trying to warm myself in front of the Slytherin common room fire, listening to Draco complaining about how Harry almost won the game.

"That dreadful, Potter. Knowing that he couldn't win so he jumped from his broom. He probably thought that that was a better way to go then loosing" He says as Crabbe and Goyle back him up.

"I wonder what would have happened if he had smacked on the floor" Draco continues "He still fell from 100 feet, he probably looks awful" He laugh

"I bet he still looks a right side better then you" I mutter as i look into the fire.

"If it wasn't for Dumbledore casting a safety spell, we would be scraping him off the floor by now, wouldn't that be a sight" Draco continues and it makes my heart wince as i think about Harry being seriously hurt. "He would probably be thrilled, seeing his Mum and Dad-"

"STOP!" I shout before i realize it.

Crabbe, Goyle and Draco look at me in shock

"I mean- Can you just drop it, Potter is probably in enough pain right now to have to hear you talking about his parents like that." I look at them and then back to the fire "I'm going to get a snack"

I stand up and exit the common room.

****

After making my way through the halls, just wondering aimlessly, i find myself outside of the hospital wing.

I look through the doors and i see Harry, presumably, asleep in a hospital bed. I look around and see the Hufflepuff seeker and another Gryffindor in there as well.

I let a deep breath out and open the doors, entering the room.

I walk passed many empty beds until i come to Harrys bed and i sit besides it.

I look at the clock and see that its already 1:05 am, that's probably why everyone is asleep, i suppose.

I take my eyes off the clock and look at Harry as he sleeps.

I see him shift in the bed and it makes me stand up, slightly, and suck in a breath, not wanting to be caught by him, because i'm not sure if he even wants me here after all my brother has done.

I let out my breath, after a minute, when i see that he has settled and i sit back down, carefully on the bed.

I look down and see his hand open, lazily on the bed.

Would he feel it if i just-

I slip my hand inside his and hold my breath.

He either doesn't notice anyone did anything or he is ignoring me, because he just stays still in his sleep letting me let out a breath again.

****

After 10 minutes, i begin to feel like someone is watching me so i decide to leave Harry to rest.

I slip my hand out of his and stand up as i watch him pull his hand closer to his body and move onto his side, where i have just been sitting.

I walk, quickly, to the double doors into the room again and glance one more time back at Harrys sleeping figure, happy that he is ok.