Draco Amor Odio
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,131
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
all of this is JK Rowling. Praise the all-mighty JK Rowling
Chapter 2
Draco limped up the stairs and headed toward the Hospital Wing. He hobbled into the close-by boy’s bathroom. He leaned against the sink and took a little glass vial from his pocket. He gingerly placed the four black, wiry hairs in the vial. He took the cap and swabbed it against the blood on his palm. He was almost sure it was Potters. If it wasn’t… well, he wouldn’t think about that right now. He slipped it into his pocket and whispered “Insuma clairas.” The vial flashed before becoming invisible. He smiled. It was a little spell of his own. He used it many times to sneak into the girls showers.
Draco limped to the infirmary door and knocked. A hazel eye appeared at the door. Madame Pomfrey opened the door admitting Draco in.
“Right this way Mr. Malfoy. You and Potter did quite a number on each other,” she whispered as she ushered him to a bed.
Draco sat down with a little sigh and propped his legs up. As Madame Pomfrey bent over him, he could see the shadows of Harry and Ginny through the bed curtains. Ginny was bent over Harry, her hair cascading down over her shoulder. Potter was propped up on pillows, cradling Ginny’s face. She bent down lower to give him a gentle kiss. She broke away to sit down on his bed. Draco heard the bedsprings creak slightly under Ginny’s weight. She was gently stroking Harry’s face. Draco turned awaom tom the scene, sickened. He closed his eyes and Madame Pomfrey was examining his nose. He could feel the hot jealousy rising through his throat. Why couldn’t Ginny love him? Why Potter? Why was it always Potter? He could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He held back the tears, willing them to go back. He could feel the trickling fading. He could hear his father’s voice booming in his head, Malfoys don’t cry.
It was almost nine. Ginny had been at Harry’s side ever since breakfast. Madame Pomfrey threw open Harry’s bed curtain. There was Ginny and Harry, curled up against each other, asleep.
Madame Pomfrey gently shook Ginny, “Miss Weasley, time for you to leave. Harry will be fine.” Ginny sat up and looked down on the sleeping Harry. She caressed his face one more time before leaving the infirmary. Ginny paused at Draco’s bed. Draco’s eyes were closed in a feigned sleep.
Ginny whispered, “Good night Draco.”
Draco heard the door shut and opened one eye. What was that? He closed his eyes again and this time fell into a deep slumber.
Ginny’s face was panicked, her freckles contrasting to her rapidly bluing skin. He was pushing her down into water. Bubbles flew from her nostrils and mouth as she struggled wildly beneath him. She clawed at his hands desperately. Abruptly, she stopped moving. She sank down, her red hair floating above her face. Her eyes were blank, her expression a mixture of disbelief and hatred.
Chapter 2
Draco limped up the stairs and headed toward the Hospital Wing. He hobbled into the close-by boy’s bathroom. He leaned against the sink and took a little glass vial from his pocket. He gingerly placed the four black, wiry hairs in the vial. He took the cap and swabbed it against the blood on his palm. He was almost sure it was Potters. If it wasn’t… well, he wouldn’t think about that right now. He slipped it into his pocket and whispered “Insuma clairas.” The vial flashed before becoming invisible. He smiled. It was a little spell of his own. He used it many times to sneak into the girls showers.
Draco limped to the infirmary door and knocked. A hazel eye appeared at the door. Madame Pomfrey opened the door admitting Draco in.
“Right this way Mr. Malfoy. You and Potter did quite a number on each other,” she whispered as she ushered him to a bed.
Draco sat down with a little sigh and propped his legs up. As Madame Pomfrey bent over him, he could see the shadows of Harry and Ginny through the bed curtains. Ginny was bent over Harry, her hair cascading down over her shoulder. Potter was propped up on pillows, cradling Ginny’s face. She bent down lower to give him a gentle kiss. She broke away to sit down on his bed. Draco heard the bedsprings creak slightly under Ginny’s weight. She was gently stroking Harry’s face. Draco turned awaom tom the scene, sickened. He closed his eyes and Madame Pomfrey was examining his nose. He could feel the hot jealousy rising through his throat. Why couldn’t Ginny love him? Why Potter? Why was it always Potter? He could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He held back the tears, willing them to go back. He could feel the trickling fading. He could hear his father’s voice booming in his head, Malfoys don’t cry.
It was almost nine. Ginny had been at Harry’s side ever since breakfast. Madame Pomfrey threw open Harry’s bed curtain. There was Ginny and Harry, curled up against each other, asleep.
Madame Pomfrey gently shook Ginny, “Miss Weasley, time for you to leave. Harry will be fine.” Ginny sat up and looked down on the sleeping Harry. She caressed his face one more time before leaving the infirmary. Ginny paused at Draco’s bed. Draco’s eyes were closed in a feigned sleep.
Ginny whispered, “Good night Draco.”
Draco heard the door shut and opened one eye. What was that? He closed his eyes again and this time fell into a deep slumber.
Ginny’s face was panicked, her freckles contrasting to her rapidly bluing skin. He was pushing her down into water. Bubbles flew from her nostrils and mouth as she struggled wildly beneath him. She clawed at his hands desperately. Abruptly, she stopped moving. She sank down, her red hair floating above her face. Her eyes were blank, her expression a mixture of disbelief and hatred.