Draco Malfoy Only Wore Shirts With Long Sleeves. Draco Malfoy never rolled his sleeves up further then half an inch past his wrist. When Draco Malfoy did anything messy like digging in the dirt or eating . He kept his sleeves rolled down. If it was a blazing hot day outside and was very visibly burning up. He wore a Black shirt instead of white with, you guessed it long sleeves.
These were small observations that Harry Potter had made over the past few weeks. Harry had been teac at Hogwarts for about a year and all had been great. He loved his job. He loved working next to his friend Neville Longbottom and under Professor Mcgonagall a woman he admired a lot. He also loved working with the students in his class. The only real downside he had ever found about working at Hogwarts. Was at the start of the current semester when Headmistress Mcgonagall had hired the new potions master after Slughorn retired. Who she hired of course was none other then one Draco Lucius Malfoy. Because of course it was. Harry had raised a complaint with Mcgonagall of course. But she had assured him that she'd thought it over thoroughly and evaluated all of the available knowledge about him. Harry was not at all convinced so he started to obsesse over Malfoy once more.
Harry had started to notice Malfoy's avoidance of short sleeves one night during dinner. They were eating with the other teachers and somebody had said something about how they should all roll they're sleeves. Malfoy had been the only one not to. Harry didn't think that much of it at the time. There wasn't anything really wrong with it. Harry still didn't like the guy and the fact that they both taught at the same school did drive him a little bit insane. But not rolling up his sleeves at dinner seemed more then a little petty, even for Malfoy.
He almost forgot about it until he ended up watching one of his potions lessons. They were using a rather messy ingredient that would stain his clothes(keep in mind he wore mostly white because he didn't wear his robes over when he was teaching). Malfoy being Malfoy, Harry would have expected him to then at the very least roll them up to his elbows.
Harry continued to watch him and would get more and more suspicious of him. Being the ex auror he was he sometimes became a little paranoid.
So he began trying to investigate his fellow teacher. He began to set up minor inconveniences. They were simple pranks if he was being honest. Yes he was being honest. He'd enchant his cup at meals so it would spill out and get his shirt dirty so he'd have to change.
More regrettably he'd asked Neville to ask Malfoy to tend to some of his plants. Even though Neville had honestly been really upset about that one he eventually agreed. Harry couldn't really blame him for being upset abut it. He cared a lot for those plants and would be very upset if anything happened to them. He treated them almost like children. Harry swore he'd caught him putting little homemade sweaters on the mandrakes in the winter.
Unfortunately Harry couldn't think of many more options that resulted without Mcgonagall getting on to him.
Despite that he did plant some enchanted Itching powder in his classroom. He made sure it wouldn't effect the students before he placed it of course. Out of all of his jinxes that one had worked the best. Malfoy had been scratching all of over for two days. When he would scratch his arms his sleeves would be moved up more then was previously visible. Thought Harry still couldn't stare at him scratching for long without being glared at or coming across as a creep.
Unfortunately the brief success didn't last for long. Because Malfoy soon went to see Madam Pomfry.
So he put on his Invisibility cloak and snuck into the infirmary.
He was rather surprised that Malfoy was still there when he arrived.
He was sitting on one of the hospital beds shirtless while Madam Pomfry was examining his left arm. Malfoy's body was covered in a light red rash. It had resulted from all of his excessive scratching. Harry's eyes traveled down from Malfoy's red shoulders and down to his pale chest. Malfoy's exposed chest triggered to Harry to have a brief flash black
"Sectumsempra " he had yelled not thinking about the words escaping his lips. Malfoy's body hit the ground and blood began flowing from him forming pools. Malfoy began to sob from the pain that had spread all throughout his chest. The blood drained from Harry's face almost as fast as the blood was leaving Malfoy's body. 'Had he just done that' He thought in horror looking at the boy shaking uncontrollably on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
Harry had thought Snape had healed all of his wounds that night in the bathroom. But apparently he hadn't. Malfoy had scars covering the front of his chest stretching diagonally down to his lower abdomen. Harry exhaled quietly to himself staring at the remaining damage. He was quite sure they no longer hurt Malfoy but the scars looked so ugly against his pale flesh. Harry had moved on past the damage he had done to Malfoy years ago. He'd had nightmares for weeks after it'd happened. But he'd moved on since then. It having happened years ago. But seeing that Draco's scars remained really bothered Harry for some reason.
Harry wasn't always the brightest bulb in the box. So of course Harry's first thought after regret upon seeing Malfoy's scars. Was that Malfoy must wear long sleeves because of the scars on his chest. Not realizing that his sleeves had nothing to do with his chest. He didn't even think about checking Malfoy's arms or sleeves and was turning to leave. When Malfoy let out a hiss of pain.
Harry had turned back and saw;that Malfoy was gritting his teeth while Madam Pomfry was touching his forearm. She was unwrapping medical gauze from his left arm when he had made the hissing noise that got Harry's attention. Madam Pomfry let out a irritated sigh "Of course you had to go on and scratch Draco, now it's irritated" she gestured at his arm. "Well you can fix it right" Draco rolled his eyes at her. "Of course I can, but it doesn't mean I enjoy fixing up avoidable problems" she paused and glared at Malfoy like he was a misbehaved child. "Especially when it's because of another preventable problem the person won't let me fix causing the problem I am now having to fix" she scolded. She then gripped his arm tightly and set her wand on it casting a spell. Malfoy growled at the pain and tried to pull away. "Now don't you start it's your own fault" she glared at him. "It not this time, it's Potter's fault he's been jinxing me all week" Malfoy said calming down to let Madan pomfry rewrap his arm. "Regardless" she tightened the gauze a little to munching make Malfoy wince. "You shouldn't touch this" she pointed at his forearm "if you do I am reporting you to Mcgonagall" she scolded. 'Report him? Report him for what' Harry thought. "Why should I fear her when you torturing me already" Malfoy snarked. "Oh you think this is torture do you" Madam Pomfry put her hands on her hips "do something like this again and see what I do to you" she pointed to her own arm this time not wanting to touch his.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows concentrating on the conversation trying to pick up on clue. Malfoy shook his arm lightly as if he was shaking away the pain. He exhaled and cautiously got up off the hospital bed picking up his shirt. He put it on carefully and began buttoning it. Reminding Harry once again of the scars on his chest. "Anyways I need to get back I have a class to teach soon, thank you Madam Pomfry" Malfoy said straightened the cuffs of his shirt. She rolled her eyes "Yes, yes now please stop making this a habit". Malfoy nodded and walked out the door Harry following close behind him.
Harry really wanted to follow him more. But Malfoy had ended up running into Mcgonagall. Who had instantly realized Harry. When Malfoy ran off and he had tried to follow. Mcgonagall had stepped in front of him. "Not so fast Potter" she whispered "you have a class to teach too, unless you'd like to make a trip to my office" she said sternly with all the power that he'd feared when he was a student. "Yes professor" he whispered back to her before dashing off to his classroom. His class didn't start for another 40 minutes but he was to scared of the Headmistress to argue.
The rest of the week carried on like normal. Harry really wanted to be petty and leave all of his jinxes up for another week still being very suspicious of Draco Malfoy. But Headmistress Mcgonagall had made it very clear to him that he "needed to leave Malfoy alone and stop being so childish" . Those were her exact words. So reluctantly Harry removed everything that he had set up. He might hate Malfoy. But his respect for Mcgonagall and the way she saw him was much higher on the list of relevancy to him then making Malfoy's Hogwarts life difficult. Hermione would have been proud for about how quickly he had complied to a professor.
But Harry's stalking still continued of course. Obviously it was because Malfoy couldn't be trusted... Obviously.
Neville was beginning to get really annoyed with Harry. Because he would always come in and complain to him. "Honestly Harry, keep in mind this is me saying this, but honestly I think your over reacting on this one, I mean it's Malfoy not Voldemort himself" Neville said while knitting. Harry narrowed his eyes at Neville "Well why would he become a professor if he didn't have some other kind of agenda Neville" Harry paused placing his hand on his hip "I mean surly him being the 'Great Draco Malfoy' he'd of thought it was beneath" Harry paced around doing an impression of the albino man. "Well maybe he's just trying to turn over a new leaf" Neville suggested. Harry did not seem impressed with Neville's answer. "Also the Malfoy family hasn't been doing so well after you defeated Lord Voldemort, so he could of just been running out of options" Neville prayed Harry would be satisfied with that answer so they could just have tea in peace. "Maybe" Harry sighed "but what if it really is a plot to do something". "Jesus, Harry, if it is it is there's no use worrying about it because if so you clearly can't figure it. Now please just drink your bloody tea or get out of my office before I set a plant on you" Neville exclaimed exasperated. "Wait, can you actually do that" Harry asked curiously finally changing the subject. "Yes, so don't try me" Neville joked sipping his tea while rolling his eyes. Then Harry got it. Well something at least. "Wait, why was he seeing Madam Pomfry" Harry blinked trying to put the puzzle pieces together. "Harry" Neville warned lightly. "No, just follow me on this one" You could see the gears turning inside his head. Neville sighed "Okay umm, fine, probably to get the itching powder off of him" he offered. "But why was his arm wrappef then" Harry still couldn't completely grasp it. "Maybe he hurt his arm" Neville guessed. "But Madam Pomfry can heal that, I mean she litteraly grew my bones back overnight" Harry pointed out. "Hold on" Neville began to think on it more. "Draco use to be a Death eater didn't" Neville brought up getting closer to the truth. "Ya he did" Harry confirmed "he became one in our 6th year" he narrowed his eyes "remember, he tried to kill Dumbledore". " Did the dark marks all disappear after Voldemort died or did they remain like tattoos" Harry placed his finger under his chin finally asking the write questions. "I don't know" Neville drew out the sentence thinking. "I mean if we really wanted to know we know who to ask" Neville laughed at his joke. And then it Harry actually got it.
"Nevile! The Dark marks were on the Death eaters left hands" Harry exclaimed. "Right" Neville nodded following him. "Well while he was in the infirmary Madam Pomfry was examining his Left Arm Neville, his left" Harry was getting excited. "So he is planning something then" Harry felt like he'd solved a great mystery. "I don't think that's it" Neville's chin was resting on his fist staring forward in thought. "Hmm, what do you mean" Harry's smiled slipped off so fast he could have whiplash. "Because of so Madan Pomfry would know" Neville unfortunately made a very good point. Harry sighed' well he thought he'd had it'. "Then why was she mending his arm" Harry thought out loud. "Here's a thought" Neville pointed "you could ask Madan Pomfry" Neville suggested. "That's actually a really good idea Neville" Neville nodded in thanks. "She won't tell me though" Harry said disappointed giving it more thought. "She might" Neville pushed "you don't know if you don't try and this clearly concerns you" Neville took a sip of his tea "you won't stop talking about it" he mumbled to himself. "What was that" Harry didn't catch what he said "Hmm nothing" Neville replied. "Best be going to see Madan Pomfry before Mcgonagall catches you" Neville despite finally being interested in all of Harry's paranoia. Really just wanted him to leave his office and was trying to shove get him out. "Your right, I better best be off then thanks Neville" Harry opened the door and walked out hearing a small "mhhmm" from Neville.
He began marching down the hallway of the castle heading to towards the infirmary. He wasn't going to get alot from her. But he could still get some information from her on accident. He turned around a corner not paying attention to his surroundings and ended up running straight into Malfoy.