Bitch is that a mistletoe (drarry)

Mistakes

My eyes widen as the blow lands. I double over and groan.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I yell, not looking at him.

"You embarrassed me." He says icily. I draw myself up. Im a few inches shorter than the blond man but I'm stockier. I sock him in the jaw.

"Fuck! Thats gonna bruise!"

"You git! You started it!" he tackles me and pins me to the ground. He punches me in the cheekbone and I taste iron. I feel his hot breath on my face.

We both stop for a second. I look into his grey eyes. Actually, they're not grey. The outer rim is a dark silver, the middle is a bright see-through sort of grey, and the inner rim is sky blue with flecks of silver.

Im about to taunt him but my breath catches in my throat. He's the one to break the spell.

He pulls his arm back once again and I brace myself for the blow.

"Potter! Malfoy! What is the meaning of this?!" The stern voice of professor McGonigal cuts through the silence. She paces down the corridor towards us and grabs Malfoy's arm. She pulls him up off me and I rub my cheek.

"Thank you professor." I say meekly.

"Mr. Potter, I can assure you that you don't want to thank me."

"What?"

"Come with me." She glares between the two of us "Both of you." Im confused but I follow her to the hospital wing. She still has a firm grip on the blond's arm.

She leads us through the doors to the hospital wing where she points each of us to a linen clad cot. She stalks over to Madame Pomfrey.

"Poppy." The stout woman raises her head and flashes a smile.

"Minnie! Who've you brought me today?"

"These two right there." She gestures over to us, sitting on the edges of our respective beds.

"A fight?" Madam Pomfrey looks over at us, worry in her eyes. Professor McGonigal nods her head and walks out of the wing.

The nurse walks over to tend to me fist. She puts a simple healing salve on my cheek and sets a spell on my ribs. Her brow furrows and she goes over to her medicine cabinet and makes me swallow a sweet tasting potion that feels cold as ice going down.

"Interesting..." She mutters and grabs a silvery wrap and lifts my shirt.

In first year I remember being so afraid of the hospital wing that when I came down with a flu I locked myself in my room. Now, I've been to the wing so often that it's familiar to me. Madame Pomfrey even calls me Harry now.

She walks a few feet over to the adjacent bed where Malfoy is laying. She adds the same salve to his jaw but makes the same face when she tries to spell his ribs. This time she doesn't even try the honey colored potion and instead just wraps his ribs in a silvery gauze.

"Alright gentlemen I have some good news and bad news."

I look at her apprehensively.

"Whats the bad news." Malfoy asks. I actually jump because I forgot he was here.

"The bad news Mr. Malfoy is that I'm not quite sure what's wrong with you. You both have spell damage to the chest but any unsupervised wand magic would've been reported Headmistress McGonigal. I will also need to keep an eye on you as the spell damage potion should've worked." She takes a breath.

Wow.

Thats a lot to take in.

"Uh... And the good news." I ask. She looks at me warmly.