𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

❃ familiarity

Until he turned to see Malfoy.

He looked exhausted; his usual suit absent as he sat in only dress pants, a white dress shirt and a cardigan with a Slytherin tie.

Draco slowly turned to exit, but Potter was fast on his feet.

"I'm going after them," Maybelle exclaimed, getting up from her seat.

"No, what if something bad happens?" Pansy grabbed her arm, but she shook her off.

"That's the point."

Maybelle followed the two boys from the great hall into the winding castle corridors, headed past the room of requirement and into the boys bathroom.

She pulled her wand hesitantly from her pocket as she backed against the outside wall, listening as the sink water began to run, heartbreaking sobs leaving Draco's lips as Potter's footsteps grew louder.

"I know what you did Malfoy."

His sobbing abruptly stopped as an eerie stillness overtook the room.

"You hexed her, didn't you?"

Her breath caught in her throat.

Silence.

"Petrificus totalus-" Draco shouted, launching a spell in Potter's direction as he instantaneously stepped out of it's way, the bright light hitting the wall with a clash.

"Stupefy!" Harry shot back, scurrying further into the bathroom.

I peered inside to see Draco duck, glass from the mirrors shattering onto the floor.

Draco hid himself behind the bathroom stalls to give himself time to think, Harry chasing after him.

"Confundo," Draco shouted, ducking behind the metal stalls once more.

"Impendimenta," Harry cast back.

"Alright, that's enough," Maybelle began to walk inside the bathroom, her tone strict, wand in hand as she continued further, the flooded floors drenching her morning slippers.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, the two boys continuing to rocket spells at each other.

"Please stop, you're both being extremely childish-"

"Sectumsempra!" Harry's voice echoed off the walls.

The scene seemed to blur before her very eyes.

"No!" Maybelle's instincts betrayed her as she stepped in front of Draco, taking the spell square in the chest. She stumbled backwards with a shallow breath as she fell into Draco's arms, pain overdriving her body which had slumped onto the floor.

It felt as though every vein in her body had popped, her organs being shredded from the inside out as deep gashes developed on her chest, bleeding through her Slytherin sweater into the water.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Draco screamed as he pulled her into his lap, his pants soaking in water mingled with blood. Potter stood in shock from what she could tell through her blurred vision, his wand still raised as he watched tears stream down Draco's cheeks.

The girl heaved for air, but only sobs left her lips as she felt the oxygen slowly drain from the environment around her.

"FUCKING DO SOMETHING," Draco screamed through sobs, May's hand squeezed in his as she bled out onto his trousers, staining his white dress shirt with a nauseating shade of crimson.

Potter stood silent. Observing.

"I d-don't want-t-to d-die," she managed to heave, tears leaking down her temples as she lay in his arms, his sobs for help louder than her own.

"Please don't leave me Flower, please, you're all I have left," he pleaded, his voice shaking as a sudden dark figure appeared at the entrance door.

Snape stared with horror at the heartbreaking scene occurring on the boy's bathroom floor.

Potter scurried away.

"Please help me, please," Draco pleaded, his hands bloodied as he tried his best to keep pressure on the slices on her stomach.

Snape found it almost revolting; distasteful.

Now, Draco wanted his help.

He kneeled into the water, holding his wand over Maybelle's trembling body. The blood from her wounds seemed to pour itself back into her torso, his spell stitching every cut closed.

He repeated the same phrase until they had healed completely, sending Draco back to his dormitory after having used a cleaning charm on his clothing, only his shoes drenched, the rest of him dry and clean.

Snape carried her unconscious body out of the door, scurrying past curious students who were currently leaving their first period classes.

The last thing May remembered was her body being placed on a soft cot, a familiar hand resting in hers. She subconsciously listened to the same sobs she had heard when she'd first arrived at the boys bathroom.

When she awoke her soaked and bloodied clothes had been peeled from her body, replaced with a silky blue hospital gown.

It was nightfall.

Draco's hand still rested in hers as he sat slumped over in his chair, his face sitting gently on the side of the bed as soft snores left his nose.

She decided she would allow him to sleep.

He never seemed to get any these days.

She found silent, hot tears running down her cheeks before taking a shaky breath, shutting her eyes in defeat. She chuckled lightly to herself at the thought of Draco getting angry at her for jumping in front of him.

He'd sacrificed himself for her, so why not do the same.

Right?

❃

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 <3

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