RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 27

Draco waited for Emelia in the prefect bathroom and was adjusting his rings, nervously. He wondered where she was. He heard footsteps approaching and smiled.

She's here... he thought.

As he turned around he heard a deep voice.

"Sectumpsempra"

Draco fell on the ground and his body ached. He looked down to see blood gushing everywhere. His mind drifted to his family. He was a disappointment and he thought these would be his last moments. Draco's cries filled the air and he was clutching his stomach.

"Draco?" said a voice approaching.

"Emelia"

She rushed towards him and a tear slipped down her cheek. Emelia ran out and screamed for help.

"Help! Someone's been injured, I don't know what to do!"

Snape was in the hallway and rushed into the bathroom. His eyes filled with fear as he knew what caused this.

'My own spell harmed one of my own.'

He muttered an incantation to which Draco's gashes started closing up. He released a loose guttural scream and Emelia grabbed his face, forcing him to look up at her.

"Draco, cmon. You'll be alright.", she was in tears as she said this.

He was being cradled in her arms and tears kept coming out of his eyes. Snape stared at him, he knew how much pain had been inflicted upon him.

"Draco, who did this?", he asked.

Draco shook his head through his tears.

"I-I couldn't see who. Fuck."

His scars were deep into his skin, but closed up.

"Professor, what happened to him?", Emelia asked. Snape got up and pushed his hair back.

"Someone must have very...strong hatred towards Draco to have done this. He will heal, but needs to stay at the hospital wing for a bit. What were you doing here?"

"I...I was walking back from Potions and heard him scream."

He didn't look satisfied with her response, but couldn't manage to pass a smug comment.

"Take him to the hospital wing. I must return to my waiting class.", Snape ordered.

She nodded and lifted him up. His frame was quite thin for his height. He clung onto her tie to which she paid no attention to. Emelia walked over to the hospital wing and got a few stares from people.

"Madam Pomfrey, he has a few scratches. I'm not sure how, but...he's alive."

She went pale and rushed over to him.

"Oh my...oh my, Emelia. Thank goodness you found him. Lay him on the bed and I will tend to him. Give him some space, please.", she demanded.

"Madam, will he be okay?", she asked.

She looked over at him and then at Emelia.

"He'll be fine, but he really needs some rest and mending potions."

Emelia sat on the chair next to his bed and rested her head on the wall. She was quite scared. All these injuries and murders in the span of less than 2 weeks. Draco murmured something in his sleep. Emelia couldn't understand it, but left him to be.

'Tom...', she thought.

He was one of the most skilled wizards, after all, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She wouldn't attend the quidditch match with him. He was too dangerous, even for her. Emelia's lips were bleeding from being bitten too much. She looked at who else was in the hospital room and saw a familiar face.

"Pucey?", she asked.

He looked at her from his bed and tried to get up, but winced in pain.

"You...you were watching me at my quidditch game. I don't think you're all that bad.", he replied.

She frowned.

'Not that bad?'

She looked back up at him and scoffed.

"Get your head out of your arse. Maybe it was good you fell off your broom.", she retorted.

He smirked. "Y'know, I know you're fooling with Tom or Draco or whoever, but I wouldn't mind if you owl'ed me some time soon. Be my own little nurse."

She gagged. His personality was worse than his injuries.

"Jesus fuck, could you not? My bloody friend nearly died just now and you're worried about scoring a date with me, how pathetic."

He howled and tried to point at Malfoy, but winced a bit.

"This oafs father paid his way onto the team...he's a shit player and I'm glad he unconscious.", he spit back.

Emelia was mad. Draco may've been a prat, but that didn't mean he needed to nearly die for it.

"Shove off, Adrian."

"I never caught your name, what was it?", he asked.

"...Emelia.", she said and left the hospital wing.