The Protector

Finally, He Apologized

I opened my eyes. I couldn't tell where I was. Some place I had never seen before. I glanced to my right hand. I was still holding on to him. I looked up. He was already looking down at me.

His eyes. His pale skin. God, how I missed him. I went a whole year without him. One thing that I thought I wouldn't have been able to do a few years ago.

I glanced into his eyes after mine traveled all over his face. His eyes shown many emotions. Some of which that I wished I hadn't seen. Sorrow. Desire. Regret. Then that thing I had seen since third year. I hadn't realized what it was. Now I had an idea.

I broke from his gaze. We had levitated closer. I turned and tried to removed myself from his grasp. I had forgotten about my gash in my arm until I turned to move. I winced as an immense pain rang through my arm.

"Here, let's get you clean up," he began to lead me through this little house. He continued to hold onto it.

He led me into a bathroom, "Can you hold onto your arm for me? I need to go get the stuff."

I nodded. I didn't know whether it was my dry throat or my slow wrath I had for him that made me refuse to speak. I held onto my arm.

Draco nodded, "Okay. I'll...I'll be right back." He walked out. I lent up against the wall.

I...can't believe him. After so long of pretending I was there. After he hurt me like that. Why is he acting like it's all just fine?!

"Bridget?" His voice called out from down the hall. "You still in there?"

I walked into the doorway. He was peering from behind a closet door. He smiled and continued to grab stuff, putting more attention to the closet. I walked back in.

He came in moments later with a basket of things I had seen in the hospital wing numerous times. He took out a couple things.

"How does it feel?"

I didn't reply.

He sighed. He took out a rag. I watched him pour a liquid on it. He came round, "This might sting a little."

It did. Immensely. I closed my eyes and gripped my hands around the corner of the sink. It didn't hurt as bad as the Cruciatus Curse though. So I was thankful.

When I didn't feel the pain, I opened my eyes. He had grabbed a roll of bandages. He had pulled my up my sleeve but I guess I hadn't noticed. He began to wrap it up.

I watched him more than his hands. He seemed concentrated (as he should be when patching up my wound). I thought it was cute when he'd be focused on something. Like when we'd be studying for charms in the library or when I'd be reading to him in the Astronomy tower.

He glanced up at me. I saw a smile form on his face. I looked back to down the hall. I heard him snicker before saying, "There you go. All patched up."

He walked passed me. I hugged my sides as I waited. For what, I wasn't sure. A few words to be said maybe? But I really didn't want to be the first one to say something.

Of course, I did. "Thanks," I nodded. I knew I would've felt bad if I hadn't said anything.

"Ah, she speaks," I looked over to him. He was smirking as he put the bottle back into the basket. "Nice to hear words of kindness instead of...not so nice words."

Oh how'd I like to.

He came in front of me. I couldn't really back up, seeing as I was already leaning against the sink. He held up the rag and I recoiled my face.