parseltongue | Draco Malfoy

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Nadine couldn't help but revel in her recent victory, having successfully won a bet with Draco Malfoy. The terms were simple: she only had to wait until he emerged from the hospital wing. After concluding her conversation with Draco's father, she headed there immediately, eager to claim her prize. The dramatic scene that unfolded inside took her by surprise.

A crowd had gathered around Harry's bed, which included Hermione, Ron, and the Weasley twins. At the far end of the room lay the patient himself, Draco Malfoy. His agonized screams filled the air, but as soon as he noticed Nadine's entrance, he abruptly ceased, feigning toughness.

With an air of triumph, she declared, "I won. You have to be nice to me for a day."

The twins, always in pursuit of mischief, couldn't help but giggle and whisper their approval, causing Draco to flinch. He attempted to brush it off, saying, "C'mon, Blythe. I wasn't serious about that bet."

Nadine, however, wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. She crossed her arms and took a seat at the foot of his bed, although she recoiled slightly upon accidentally brushing his leg. "That's not very nice, don't you think? Do you really believe I'd let it slide, especially after a chat with your father?"

"What did he say?" Draco's eyes widened in alarm, and he struggled to sit up but was thwarted by his pain. He wore an angry expression, and his face flushed crimson. It was clear he was both angry and embarrassed, but Nadine couldn't help but wonder why he was so furious about the conversation with his father. It didn't seem that bad. Unless Draco had omitted certain details he didn't want her to discover.

"I'll tell you," she began coyly, "if you successfully complete your 24-hour Friendly Malfoy Challenge."

"Do you want me to start now?" Draco asked, his voice strained. "MY ASS HURTS!"

Laughter erupted from the onlookers, and it dawned on Nadine that they were not alone. She sighed internally, frustrated at herself for momentarily forgetting about their audience. Why did this always happen when she was around Draco? First, he touched her shoulders, and now... was it because she had accidentally touched his leg? Determined to uncover the cause, she knew telling Draco about it wouldn't help her. He would likely use it against her.

"Yes, Draco, I distinctly recall your spectacular fall," Nadine said with a smirk, relishing the crowd's laughter. "I never thought you were that flexible, but I suppose you're full of surprises. Given your broken dignity, I'll graciously postpone our bet."

She began to leave, but Draco seized her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Confusion flickered across her face as she met his gaze. Despite his pain, he attempted to lean closer, but his limitations prevented it. Instead, he tugged her wrist, beckoning her closer.

"Can you heal it, Blythe?" he whispered urgently.

Nadine's eyes widened in shock, her face contorting in disgust. "I AM NOT TOUCHING YOUR BUTT!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with revulsion.

The crowd fell into a hushed silence as she wrenched her wrist free, her glare fixed firmly on Draco. He, in turn, responded with a smirk, apparently reveling in the embarrassment he had inflicted upon her. As she turned to leave, the eyes of everyone in the room remained firmly fixed on her back. Draco may have sought revenge by embarrassing her in front of Gryffindor, but he remained unaware that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had already branded her a traitor. His games wouldn't alter that perception.

As she walked away, she couldn't help but mutter a final warning, loud enough for Draco to hear. "One more word, Malfoy, and I'll use Bombarda Maxima on your behind. Your two brainless friends will be cleaning your guts off the wall. Is that clear?"