Disclaimer: The usual, HP characters are not mine, everyone else you don't recognize is.
Draco grunted as he made his way to the infirmary a limp body in his arms. He had gone up to the North Tower to retrieve a forgotten text but instead had happened upon two bodies lying on the cold stone floor.
He had given thought to just grabbing his forgotten belongings and leaving but the girl on the floor had seen him. He remembered how she had reached blindly for his face and called him her angel before going unconscious.
He had checked if the Divination Professor was even breathing muttering a string of curse words as he went. He had ultimately decided that she was when he saw her chest rising and falling. He had gathered the unconscious girl into his arms because vain as he was, he wanted to be seen carrying a pretty girl rather than the old sack of bones Trelawney.
As he rounded the corner he let out a hiss and narrowed his eyes. Fully intending to ignore his sworn enemy he strode past him not entirely up to any sort of confrontation when lugging around an unconscious girl whose head was lolling about dangerously.
Harry kept his eyes trained forward but couldn't help but notice the mass of black robes in Malfoy's arms.
"What," he snarled, "did you do to her?"
Draco sneered switching into gear effortlessly.
"Can't stand that you aren't the hero Potter?" he practically spat out the name.
Harry restrained himself from planting his fist into Malfoy's sneering face remembering that Mia was lying helplessly in his arms.
"What happened?" Harry repeated his green eyes darkening dangerously.
Draco began to walk away but stopped when he felt a hand clamp unto his arm.
"Tread carefully Potter," Draco hissed his face devoid of emotion as he glanced down at the hand clenched around his arm.
Harry released his grip and watched Malfoy saunter (as well as he could with a body in his arms) down the hall. Clenching his fists Harry turned stiffly and retreated down the hall regretting that he had done nothing to wipe the smug look off Malfoy's face.
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Madame Pomfret jumped up as soon as Draco appeared in the doorway of the empty infirmary. He grunted as beads of sweat rolled down his face.
"What happened!" she screeched as she led him to an empty bed.
Draco winced as the woman's voice got louder and louder with every question he left unanswered.
"Well?" her eyes bulged, "Young man!"
"I don't know," he replied as he watched her fuss over the girl on the bed, "they were on the floor—"
"They!" she exclaimed whirling to face him.
"Trelawney in the North Tower," he said tapping his foot impatiently.
"Oh no!" the woman stopped fussing and made her way to the door.
Draco made a move to follow her out the door but stopped short when she faced him and all but shoved him into a seat next to the bed. Before Draco had a chance to react, she was barking out order after order.
"You stay here and if she wakes up while I'm gone give her these," she gestured to the goblet of juice and bar of chocolate on a rolling cart, "Understood?"
Draco eyed the woman with disdain and nodded at her simple instructions. With one last glance over her shoulder the flustered nurse flew up to the North Tower.
Cursing under his breath he reluctantly resigned to his task as care-taker. He stretched his legs out and propped them up onto the foot of the infirmary bed.
He studied the sleeping girl. She was still in her school uniform; the covers had been thrown haphazardly on top of her. She looks pitiful, he thought. Her hair was strewn across the pillow in a mass of tangled curls. Her skin was pale and her forehead was filmy with sweat. Her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath she took.
Good, he thought, at least she's alive. It would've been a shame if he had carried her all the way from the North Tower for nothing.
He looked around for his leather bound book and cursed when he realized that he had forgotten to pick it up when he had decided to play Good Samaritan. He leaned forward willing the nurse to come hurrying back where she belonged. His feet tapped an impatient rhythm.
Well, he thought consoling himself; at least I'm not in class.
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Mia opened her eyes slowly. There he was, sitting in a chair next to her…bed? She tried to sit up but a jabbing pain in her side stopped her.
Draco's head jerked up, his eyes alert. Looking over at the bed, he saw her staring at him her blue eyes wide open. He waved a cautious hand and snapped his fingers for good measure.
"Well hello to you too," she croaked trying to sit up but failing miserably.
Draco handed her the goblet filled with pumpkin juice. She reached for it and with her head suspended she took a big gulp.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked a look of amusement on his handsome face.
"What does it look like?" Mia retorted as she rested her head back down on the pillow. She felt helpless, scared to move lest she feel the pricking of a million needles at her side. Tilting her head to the side she saw that this complete stranger was reveling in her misery. She tried again to sit up and managed to shimmy her body up the bed so that she was resting lightly on the headboard. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she saw the corners of his lips turn up slightly. Repulsed and not up for verbal combat, she threw the goblet of pumpkin juice into his smirking face.
Draco blinked and shot out of his chair.
"You looked thirsty," Mia said trying to act nonchalant as she watched his face redden with rage.
"Bitch!" he clenched his fists as he towered over her his hair dripping with pumpkin juice.
She looked up at him daring him with her eyes.
A soft sound made both teens whirl their heads to the doorway where their headmaster stood.
A/N: Sorry that it's so short, it just seemed like the right place to end it. Keep reading and commenting.