If you haven't gotten it this takes place in their sixth year (half-blood prince) and remember to review
Draco:
If anything, meeting Taylor had made things a whole lot worse. Now he had to worry about all his other issues plus the fact that somebody was actually bothering to pay any sympathy to him. The only time he ever got that was when he was in Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing. Even then he was a bit ignored. To make things worse he noticed that she was actually in some of his classes. Charm class was on of them. Luckily he wasn't there at he moment, that was next. But for now he could do his best to drown out professor Sprout.
When the class was over, Draco walked rigidly down the corridors. His palms started sweating and his insides clenched, he hated the fact that this girl was giving him this sort of attention. It felt weird and unnatural, and when she just looked at him and waited if he was to say something, the weirdest feeling of warmth flooded his chest. He hated it. He hated feeling so uncomfortable and out of place.
When class started and he was required to sit in his seat, he snuck a peek at her. But she had her nose buried in a book, he chuckled, no wonder she was put into Ravenclaw. That was when he realized what he'd done. He'd actually laughed. Great! Now this girl was turning him into a softy full of 'happy' emotions. The grip on his quill tightened.
Then something hit him. He could be as mean and as nasty as he wanted to her. But why wasn't he?
He was confused at what was going on and he was so mad at her for making his life so hard. His hand started to shake. Then something light and feathery touched his hand.
It was a single black feather with tinges of blue in it. Then with a poof, it dissolved and a tiny whisper started speaking. "Draco are you ok?" His mind zapped back out of its daze. It was Taylor's voice that was speaking. How had she done that? It wasn't anything they had learned at Hogwarts. He slowly turned back to her. She gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Fine," he mouthed. She nodded and went back to writing her essay.
Taylor:
Taylor finished her paper and got up to hand the professor her essay. By now Draco was gripping his quill so hard his knuckles were pale. When she turned and walked back she opened her hand and blew another feather towards him. It hovered and then landed gently on his paper.
Draco:
Draco saw the second feather and watched it disappear. "Draco?" it said, "Draco, it's ok." Draco couldn't stand it, the voice was too soothing. It was too unnatural and foreign for his liking. Tears welled up in his eyes. He blinked furiously to keep them from falling. When class was over he ran out into the corridors. He shoved everyone out of his way and when a timid first year was to stunned to move he snarled at her. "Get out of my way!" he said between sobs. The girl whimpered as another first year came to her rescue and pulled her away.
He ran all the way to Moaning Myrtles bathroom not caring if Taylor followed him or not. He slammed the door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror. This was the second time he'd done this. He kicked the bottom of the sink. He was turning soft. Then the door opened, but it wasn't Taylor, it was that Potter boy. "I know what you did Malfoy," he said.
"Shut it Potter."
After that spells flew back and forth between them. "Sectum Sempra!" he heard him yell. Then the pain came.
Deep gashes were cut in his chest as he fell on the water drenched floor. Potter, who was now quite horrified at what he'd done, ran out of the bathroom. "That little brat," muttered Draco through gasps, "He left me here to die."
The fire came again, this time it was worse. He screamed. More unforgiving tears rolled down his face.
Taylor:
She heard what was going on. She heard Harry yell the Sectumsempra spell. She saw him storm down the corridors. And now she saw Draco on the floor. "Draco," she breathed. But she didn't just stare in horror.
She pulled him by the less injured arm out of the water that was soaking the bathroom floor. The she hastily un-buttoned his once immaculate white dress shirt. She waved her wand over the wounds. Luckily they weren't that bad since it was only Harry who used the spell. If it was anyone more experienced then it would be far worse. But still, the Sectumsempra spell was deadly and she had to work fast. Anyone who got hit with the full force would have a 4 out of 10 chance in surviving. She waved her wand over his bloody chest again.
After a good half an hour, all the lost blood was restore. But even though they weren't bleeding anymore, the wounds were still raw and fresh. She helped him slowly into a sitting position. He stared at her. "You're welcome, Draco," she said simply.
"Thank you," he muttered. She grabbed his arm to help him up. "I have to go to Madam Pomfrey," he managed to get out.
"No," Taylor said, "you really want it to get around that Harry Potter beat you and you had to have a girl from Ravenclaw help you to the hospital wing?"
Draco thought. "Fine then. If you are so intent on actually helping me then you can take me back to the common room."
"We're going to the Ravenclaw common room," she said.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons."
"Aren't there other people in there?" asked Draco.
"No you idiot classes are being taught right now," she retorted.
Once inside she handed Draco a clean shirt from one of the Ravenclaw boy's room. "So are you really ok?"
Draco:
Draco sat rigid on a couch. He felt more uncomfortable than ever before. The fact that she was giving him this chance for his words to be heard was too much to take. He felt tears bunch up in his eyes. Taylor interrupted him.
"I understand," she said, "When you come around you know where to find me." Draco got up to leave. "And, Draco," she said before the door closed, "in case you're wondering, that feather thing, it isn't taught here, my father taught it to me. It's sorta like my signature. I can send messages with it. Or it can just be a plain old feather. Although when most people see it they know it's me." And then the door closed.