The End of the Beginning (Draco Malfoy x Fem Reader)

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Hospital Wing

ONE MONTH LATER

I lay on the cold, stone floor of the dungeon, a warm liquid surrounding my stomach and chest, down the hall from the Slytherin common room entrance. My hands rest on the tiles, tasting the light coolness. The damp, musty air fills my lungs and I sigh. One more month. 

I hear footsteps coming down the hall as my eyes get heavier and begin to close.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

I am shaken by freezing hands, their breath on my neck.

Me: Hmm?

My eyes won't open so I just lay there, motionless.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

Me: Mhm.

"y/n, open your eyes."

Me: ...They...won't.

"Try. Please."

I try to push my eyes open but they won't budge. 

Me: Why...why won't they open?

"I'm not sure."

Me: Draco?

"Yes, love?"

Me: Are you alright? You sound like you're crying.

"I am. I just found you unconscious on the floor of the dungeons in a pool of blood."

Me: Did you say blood?

"I did. I'm going to go get Madame Pomfrey."

Me: No. No. Stay. 

"You need help."

Me: Then scream for help.

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE! GOD SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! ANYONE!"

Me: Bit obnoxious, eh Malfoy?

"You're dying, possibly, and you still have a sense of humour?"

Me: That's the best way to go. 

I gasp as I feel his hand start to pick me up.

DM: This is never going to come out of my shirt.

Me: Good thing I wore white, right? I'll look more heroic.

DM: Oh shut up. I'm wearing white too.

I reach up and feel his chest against me. 

DM: You just put a bloody handprint on my chest.

Me: Cool. You'll look like you did this.

DM: Who did it to you?

Me: I--I have no idea.

DM: You were bleeding out in the middle of the floor with a gash in your midsection. You have no memory?

Me: None.

DM: Fuck. Okay, we'll get you to the hospital wing.

I feel him run up the stairs, cradling me in his arms.

DM: Can you try to open your eyes again?

I use all the force I can possibly muster to open my eyes slightly.

DM: There she is. Hello love.

Me: Hey. You've got blood on your shirt.

DM: Yes. I know. Look at your own.

I look down slightly at my blood-soaked body.

Me: Woah. There's blood all over me. What happened?