just for you (years 5-7)

chapter 22

your pov

the light coming through the large windows at the end of the infirmary is what wakes me, breaking me out of my slumber. the pounding in my head has gone away, and i can no longer feel the sting of cuts on my hands

"morning"

i gasp, startled by the voices. my body jolts up, my head turning to find the source of the noise. i see daphne sitting in the chair beside my bed, theo standing and leaning against the back of it

"morning?" i blink my eyes, lowering my eyebrows as i look between them, utterly confused by their presence

"what did you say to draco, yesterday?" theo nods his head to me

"he's all... cheery. it's unsettling" daphne's arms are crossed, a curious look on her face as she leans back in her chair, her legs extended and crossed upon my cot

"it's awful is what it is" theo's face scrunches up as he pushes himself off of the back of the chair, walking over to rest on the wall, "i want you to put him back- return him to his usual, rude, unpleasant self- i like that draco, we get along well"

he must notice the sour look on my face because he quickly backtracks, "don't get me wrong- i'm glad he's not depressed but he's..."

"he's smiling, y/n. has been all morning" daphne shakes her head, "he's almost nice actually-"

"never described him as nice before" theo mumbles

"exactly" daphne continues, "it's like he just... did you sleep with him?"

"god, no- not.. recently- well, not yesterday i mean- jesus- daphne!" theo snickers at my response, enjoying seeing me getting flustered. daphne shrugs as i continue speaking, "he's probably just-"

"didn't realize we were having a party in the infirmary" my gaze moves to over daphne's shoulder, where draco's head is peering in through the partition madam promfrey set up, "i would've brought alcohol"

"speak of the devil" daphne mutters, dropping her legs off of my cot

"talking about me, greengrass?" draco teases, a smirk coming onto his face as he moves into the make-shift room

she rolls her eyes at draco, not granting him a response as walks over, sitting down in the chair opposite her on the other side of my cot. draco chuckles, holding out his hands... which i now realize are carrying a plate

"brought you up some breakfast" he smiles, setting the plate down on my lap. my eyes widen slightly, looking over at daphne. she tilts her head, wordlessly saying 'told you', before she looks back at theo, who's shaking his head and laughing under his breath

"um... thanks, draco" i smile over at him, "that's very... nice... of you"

"of course" he nods his head, looking expectedly between the plate and i, waiting for me to take a bite, "did you sleep well-?"

"are you on drugs, mate?" theo interrupts loudly, clearly having held in the thought for too long as he stands up straight from the wall. draco furrows his brow, looking over at him

"what-?"

"you're bringing her breakfast? since when have you brought anyone breakfast-?"

"i wasn't sure if she would be hungry-"

"crabbe asked how the nurses at st. mungo's can be sure who the mother of the baby is but not the father and you didn't call him a fucking daft-"

"crabbe did not" i laugh quietly, looking at daphne and raising my hand to my mouth