𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | Draco Malfoy

𝐓 𝐖 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐘 𝐒 𝐈 𝐗

"Maybe she's hiding it," She narrowed her round eyes. "Maybe Dumbledore told her to keep it on the low for a while, that old hag."

"They won't be able to hide it anymore when your stomach inflates to the size of a balloon—"

"Pansy," I hushed her. "I'm not pregnant, what can't you understand about that?"

"And what does Dumbledore have to do with this?"

"He's got something to do with everything." Her eyes widened a little at the last word.

"Also," Her face turned into an expression of curiosity. "Do you see what I mean—with Danielle's hair?"

"Yes." I sighed. She was right about this one.

"Out, Pansy." I closed my eyes. Having this conversation with her alone makes me deserving of a whole day of bedrest.

"Fine." She stood up in defeat and straightened her clothes. "But if my gut feeling is right..."

I was about to cut her off, but her tone went serious. It felt almost eerie hearing her talk like a normal person wanting to say something normal.

"I'll help you get away with it."

"Don't make it sound like I killed someone." I mumbled. "But sure, thanks."

"Your offer won't be needed, though." I added just as she was pulling the curtains back. She turned her head slightly and shook it.

Why is she acting like she knows more than madame Pomfrey? And besides, I know my body more than anyone.

-

I forgot to thank him for the rose.

"You really don't have to do this," I let myself be helped to a bowl of soup madame Pomfrey made especially for me. "You barely know me."

"Cornelia's told me enough." He smiled, a small glint in his mellow green eyes.

Clarence has been visiting me more than I feel like he should—which is whenever he gets the chance. In between classes, most of the time during break, and before heading back to the dormitories only because it's less than an hour before curfew.

However, he does get forced out of the infirmary when Danielle walks in—but even she isn't that free to visit me every time she could, maybe staying with me before her first class starts and before she goes to quidditch practice.

I haven't told anyone about the roses.

Yes, roses. I've been receiving one everyday—on the bedside table of my hospital bed every morning I wake up.

I tend to wake up early these past three days i've been in here, mostly because it's too quiet and the bed is too stiff for my liking. Not to mention the scent of freshly made potions that get brought in for medicine.

And yet, every time I peer at my side, there's always a red rose. I always toss it under the bed, because I am not in any way strong enough to defend myself from anyone that may walk in and question it—be it Danielle or Pansy. Especially Pansy.

I couldn't mention it to Clarence, because I know that our normal interactions would turn weird if I acknowledge the fact that other than he's visiting me for a hundred times a day,—which, if you ask me, is in no way normal—he's also managed to send me my favorite flower everyday.

So, no, until the flowers get seen, I do not know about them.

"Like?" I raise my eyebrow just as he set the steaming bowl on a breakfast in bed table right in front of me.

"Polar Bears."

Goodness, mother.

Back when I was about six or seven, I begged my parents for a Polar Bear. I told them it looked so fluffy and white, and I wanted to keep one in my room.

Now that I think of it, I carried the want to keep something fluffy and white inside my bedroom until the age of seventeen. Damn it.

Only, the one I want isn't fluffy unless you spend a little more time with it.

My obsession with Polar Bears got so bad, I would spend hours walking around in the forest during winter hoping I would find one.

"I'm surprised they didn't get you one, is all." As he talked, I noticed that his lips are pink and a tad shiny, like he puts lip balm on them at night.

"I don't think thats legal." I chuckle, picking up the spoon from the side of the table.

His body shifts and his hand stops mine, and they're warm, very warm. Toasty, fireplace type of warm.

"I'll help you." He looks directly into my eyes.

Today was the first day madame Pomfrey gave in to his request to stay for breakfast, saying he ate his really fast and he would not cause any mess inside the hospital wing at all. Strangely enough, Pomfrey gave us space and left the food she usually served me to him.

I lift my hand, causing his to remain flat on the table with the spoon under it. "I can feed myself."

"I can feed myself."

"Your wrists are swollen."

I push away the memory as hard as I can.

"Are you sure?" Clarence lifts his hand as well, taking the spoon.

"Yes, madame Pomfrey lets me eat alone."

He hands it to me and watches as I stir it around the bowl of pumpkin soup.

"So, how's Hogwarts been treating you?" I try to start a conversation.

"Oh, it's treating me the best way possible," He nods, his deep brown curls bouncing a little. "But the halls and the way around this place isn't that welcoming."

I forgot Hogwarts is actually gigantic and it takes some time to know your way around the place. I spent have the first year being late to my classes, and Danielle had as much knowledge about the way as I did.

"Oh no, i'm sorry about that," I furrow my eyebrows. "Listen, when I get out of here, i'll give you a decent tour and some help to remember the corrects ways." Right now, I see him as a family friend, and mother would be so proud to hear what I just said.

"Really?" His eyes light up. "You don't need to."

After giving me all of your free time? Oh, yes I do.

"I'll show you around, it'll be fun." I flash him a low grin.

"Alright." He smiles back.