DRACO
I'm floating in an abyss. Pink swirls of vivacious waters swim past me. Although I am above these waters, my body is not wet. But I began to feel drops of rain come up to my face, but it gradually becomes splashes. "St-stop!" I murmur, my hand going on top of my face to deflect any more drops of rain.
"-he's coming around Professor."
"Let's add a dose more, then!"
More odd splashes and these familiar voices; It comes to me that I'm dreaming, not physically in an ocean of pink lemonade. My eyes force themselves open and I see the faces of Goyle, Pansy and Crabbe. The stout Pomfrey is leaning over me and fixing a bandage on my shoulder. A detail that I did not miss, my torso is bare, and Pansy seems to have a liking to this.
"Get off of me," I grunt. Pomfrey looks quite insulted; she turns and goes back to another bed to tend another patient. Goyle is carrying a bucket, Crabbe is casually standing there.
Pansy flips all the hair she has and says, "You fell during the practice session. No one was there to catch you, but I was there to see it, I called that old bat and she tended you up." The damned girl seems like she needs a compliment but I refuse to give her the satisfaction.
She sighed deeply and continues this ridiculous story, "And you were murmuring 'Potter' when you were unconscious, maybe you were cursing him in your dreams?" says Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle chortle deeply, and Pansy seems amused by this. However, she's wrong. I was merely dreaming about Potter in the opposite motion.
Speaking of Potter...
"-I wanna see what's the bloody going on."
"Harry, it would be unwise if you just barge in-!"
"No! Hermione, why's he moaning my name in his sleep? Wouldn't it be better to ask the idiot himself?"
"T'sorry mate, but Hermione's right. It could avoid embarrassment."
The sounds of angry footsteps increased and soon enough they were around the hallway. Potter came into view and a harried ginger and a bossy mudblood came behind him. "You!" One part of me wants to reply dreamily with a "Me." but it seems like a stupid idea. After all, I'm the one injured and it gives Potter an advantage to punch me until I forget my name.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it the bushy haired mudblood and the poor ginger, and the Boy who's an Idiot?" Pansy remarked. Her nose was scrunched up as if she was expecting someone in a higher rank. Goyle and Crabbe reply with stupid laughing grunts. Weasley's expression is full of bellicose and anger, but Granger grips his arm. Potter bustles in. He doesn't get any closer, seeing how angry he was.
They don't know it, but I'm swooning under a stoic expression. Pomfrey walks in again, she's holding the bone repair potion and a glass cup. "What is the hustle bustle around here?" Pomfrey gives the trio a glance and directs at Potter, "Well, Mr. Potter. You've been a frequent visitor here, what is it this time? Broke your bones? Bent you spine? Deepened wound?" Pomfrey clutches Potter by his shoulders and checks him. "If there's absolutely nothing, then I strongly suggest you to go back to your common room!" Potter gently took Pomfrey's clutched fingers and replied, "Actually, I came here to see Malfoy." Potter answered, he twitched slightly showing that he had no patience for the nonsense that was displayed.
However, I was quite delighted that he was here out of all people.
Pomfrey pressed her lips together. It was obvious that she had a pet peeve for pondering visitors. Making her final decision she exclaimed, "Fine. Lord! I see; you may be with Mr. Malfoy for forty-five minutes! Since that is the remainder of your time in the common room anyway! That's right, Mr. Potter. Not forty-six, not forty-four. Forty-five." Turning to the other five companions, she huffed, "And you five, kindly leave!" Protests to stay exploded, but Pomfrey waved them away. As the last of the people trot off, Pomfrey points her finger at Potter and hands him the potion and the cup, her expression tells both of us that it's Potter's responsibility to force-feed me it, or some sort.
She leaves the nursing area, and Potter turns around fumbling with the potion and unscrewing the cap off. His sentences are short and quiet. Only a couple of words that were he put in deep emotion were clearly said. "Stupid…Insanely ridiculous…Bloody wanker.."
He checks the label on the potion, and here was I, stupidly thinking of how Potter's eyelashes were so lush and full in this position of his head. He pours the grimy looking liquid into the cup and thrusts into my hands. "Drink it up."
I've accepted the fact that I love him, but I haven't accepted the fact that people could boss me around and I would have to follow them. See, I'm dominant. And I very well hate being bossed around about. Instead of taking it and swallowing the contents, I rudely replied, "No, Potter. Why don't you?"
He obviously furious, Potter squeezes the glass cup, and slams it against the small table next to me. The thick watery crap sloshes around and tips over to the floor. Potter begins to pace around, "I never wanted this you know? If it weren't for the fact that you were moaning my name.."
"Like that's new," I spat. "You were moaning Diggory's name during the summer, mm?"
"Why don't you just shut-" Potter turns around, with a horrified look plastered on his face. It distorts to anger and he rushes up to the bed, and hisses. "Where did you bloody hear that?"
I smirked, feeling his breath intensify against me, "I have my sources."
He pushes off, pacing again. And his fingers touch his scar as he feels a strap of pain burrow itself into his forehead. "…." The room is again slightly quiet. Feeling deep guilt, I take the cup and gulp down the liquid. It tastes disgusting, like swallowing mold and soap. But my shoulder straightens and pulls taut over my muscles. It's a warm feeling.
Potter snaps. "Drank it, did you?" I nod. He sighs wearily, sitting on the edge of the bed. His face is hidden under his mound of black locks and his fingers. "Don't be as abnormal as you usually are, can you tell me why?" He coughs. I lean back into the comfortable pillows.
I don't think I'm ready to tell him. But then if I keep on hesitating, what will become of me? "Er…" I murmur. Potter doesn't look back; he gazes at the tiled floor, only half-listening.
'That's it, I have to tell him. I have to tell him. Now.' I shift uneasily.
"Um, Love."
He's not moving, but there's a sudden motion in him that freezes him. The air seems cold, chilled to the bone. He tenses and relaxes. A small sentence is squeezed out of him. "That's what saved me."
'Wh-what?' It surprises me that he doesn't throw a disgusted tantrum and attempts to run away. "From what?" I question carefully.
Potter scoffs but falters, "You know who, don't you? Voldemort."
Despise being in a family that supported the Dark Lord, and such, the truth behind it was fear our lives. I jumped slightly at the name. It was sudden to hear Potter utter the Lord's name, but I really never had an elongated conversation with him.
He rolls his eyes and says, "Odd of you to jump at that."
Potter brushes his bangs off of his forehead, "You fancy me, huh?" he murmurs in his hands, however, his voice is slightly full of doubt. It was only normal for him to feel that way. There was that many insults a person can take at once, a portion from Snape, a handful from me, and a cup of taunts each year from the Dark Lord himself.
The silence was awkward, and it was making me regret of what I just said, 'I jumped at him. My response was too quick.' Panic races inside my body, climbing in all the different pillars, making my heart jump with every beat.
"Hogsmeade, we have a trip tomorrow. Ron's got detention. Hermione thinks that her Exceeds Expectations for Charms on her essay isn't good enough. We'll meet up." Potter says airily, getting off of the bed.
My mouth is dry, 'Seriously?'
Potter grabs a pillow from the other end of the bed and flings it at my face, there's some strength here in the throw of the pillow.
"Try any funny business and I'll stuff your mouth with snowballs."
next chapter is the date in hogsmeade, wooo. :
but i'm working on the 7th chapter for My Butler, In Love.
After I post that 7th chapter, the forth chapter of SlytherIn will be up.
In the meantime, if your familiar with the anime kuroshitsuji, and the pairing sebasciel, My Butler, In Love will hopefully fill up that gap for this one xD
Thank you for following harry and draco's path of love c: