(y/n) - your name

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It was a quiet night that swept over the castle, silence creeping past lit candles and crackling fireplaces. All beings were sound asleep except for a certain Hufflepuff in the kitchens with a towel stuffed in her mouth, her screams muffled by the cloth as she chipped away at her leg that was strapped down to the table. 

I can't... I can't...

She pants out in pain, dropping the chisel next to her as she clutched her leg. She had to take the metal out from her leg, the one she used to meld her limb and her heel but it had oxidised. The unpure metal had rusted and spread around her leg like a disease.

It hurts...

(y/n) grew tired but she had to push through, grabbing the chisel again and breaking the metal out of her leg. She let out a scream into the towel, digging through and ripping it out of her. The metal chunk fell to the floor as she dropped back onto the table with a heavy thud, her whole body rippling with agony.

I'm going to be sick-

She bent over while ripping the cloth out of her mouth and threw up into the bucket next to her, heaving out everything in her stomach in response to the excruciating pain. 

A close second to the crucio curse for sure...

She gasps out, groaning in disgust before unstrapping herself. She looked at her heel that she had fixed a week ago, fixed with the pure metal Hagrid gave her and now she needed to do the hole in her leg from Ron's wound she took. Fixing her heel made her sick, needing to get used to the new metal and the pain made her bedridden for days. Everyone thought she had a terrible flu and the fact that she hid herself away in her dorm didn't help.

"Come on... just do it..." she hisses, sitting up to grab the chisel and scrape away the infected areas. it made her feel disgusted of the hole, of the fact she could see inside and just see darkness. No bone no muscle...

(y/n) scraped off every piece of rust and infected pieces of her, making sure there was nothing left for it to come back and ruin her body again. She looked at the pot on the stove boiling, using her powers to lift up pure liquid metal Hagrid got her to float over to her. She hesitates as the liquid lowers to her leg, grabbing the cloth to stuff her mouth as she drops into her. A painful screech leaves her lips as she hunches over, clutching her leg as the metal sizzles. 

"Don't pass out-" her vision blurred as the world spun around her, closing her eyes to just calm herself down. She opens them again, using her powers to even out the cooling liquid to cover all the seams to make it look as natural as possible.

(y/n) sighs in relief when it was all finally done, dropping back on the table and waving her hands to put everything back to how it was with her powers. A wave of red swept across the room to clean it up before she sat up again to head back to her dorm room. She groaned in annoyance as her powers fizzed, feeling drained and tired.

"Shit..." she knew she had to walk. "Great..." she reached over behind her to grab her brush and toothpaste, needing to feel clean as she brushed her teeth and give herself some time for the pain to ease.

(y/n) grabbed a chair to leverage on her one good foot after she was done, hopping to the front door when it suddenly slams open. "(y/n)!" Harry gasps and quickly jumps forward to grab her arm when she fell backwards, pulling her straight up again as she clung to him. "Are you ok?" he looks down to see her putting all her weight on her left foot instead of her right.

"Sprained my foot while coming down here for a snack." the lie spills so easily, the Gryffindor helping the Hufflepuff sit down on a chair and dropping down next to her. "What are you doing up? And still in your uniform?"

"Detention with Umbitch..." Harry sighs out tiredly, getting up and rummaging in the cupboards to look for something to eat.

"There's some sandwiches in the fridge and cookies in the jar next to it." (y/n) says, chuckling as she watched the boy in front of her perk up at the sound of cookies, grabbing the jar and the plate of sandwiches from the fridge.

"Want some?"

"Nah. I'm guessing you missed dinner." Harry nods, snacking on the food when he notices the Hufflepuff in front of him rubbing her leg.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah. I might have trouble getting to my dorm."

"But your powers-"

"-I'm trying not to be too dependent on them." the Gryffindor didn't know whether or not to believe her but just nods.

"You've been gone a week. Are you sure you're ok? You haven't gone to your classes either."

"Just the flu. I have a weak immune system so if I get sick, it goes on for weeks..."

"Damn..." Harry winces.

"When is your detention over?" (y/n) tries to change the subject.

"Today hopefully..." the Hufflepuff nods at her friend's words nods, looking down to see Harry's hand which was red and scarred.

"What the fuck!?" she grabs his hand, seeing bloody scarred words on the back of his hand. "Who did this!?"

"Umbitch... used a black quill. The ink is the blood from the writer..." Harry flexes his hand painfully, hissing at the ache.

"That fucking bitch!" she snaps in annoyance. "She can't do that to a student, to anyone!"

"Can we just drop it... please..." (y/n) purses her lips and nods, moving to grab Harry's injured hand in hers. She grits her teeth, trying to summon what she could of her powers, red licks of flames brushing over his hand as she moves it over his scars. She bites down on her bottom lip when she feels the scarring pain on her own hand, quickly pulling away to hide her hand as the scars end up on her skin. "You didn't!" the Gryffindor gasps in awe at his now healed hand, thanking his friend 

"I'm tired so I'm going to head to my dorm."

"Let me help you." the two carefully head out of the kitchen hobbling into the dungeon's corridor. (y/n) hoped that no one would see them, hoping that a certain platinum blonde-haired boy wouldn't find her after she had avoided him for a week. And probably another week to get herself healed again.

"(y/n)?"

"Fuck..." she cursed out to whoever was screwing with her, looking over to see a furious Draco growling at Harry who was holding his girlfriend who he hadn't seen for a week.

"What did you do to her!?" he snaps, seeing the way she was hobbling on one foot, stalking up to them to pull her into his arms.

"He didn't do anything Draco. I sprained my foot while getting something to eat." the boy sneers at his enemy, scowling him down while his Puff said goodbye to him.

"Let's go." (y/n) gulps hearing the cold tone from Draco, looking up at him as he swoops down to pick her up. She couldn't tell how mad he was, his expressions blank and eyes just cold and steely. He didn't even say anything to her as he took her to the Slytherin common room, heading up to his private bedroom.

"Draco..." she whispers, seeing him clench his jaw as he slams his door open and shuts it behind him, gently setting her down on his bed. The Hufflepuff watches nervously as her boyfriend paces in front of her, running his fingers through his hair angrily. "Draco please-" her words hitch when he storms up to her, grabbing her head to kiss her deeply and silence her. She gasps against the heated kiss, leaning up to touch the Slytherin but he grabs her hands and pins them down harshly.

"I haven't seen you for a week and then when I do see you, you're with that git!" he growls, leaning back to grab her jaw and make her look at him. "Late at night together." his fingers press against her cheeks and she whines under his cold stare. "Are you cheating on me?"

"No!" (y/n) shakes off Draco's hold, glaring at how he accused her but she understood how bad of the situation she made it seem. "I would never do that!"

"Then explain what I just saw! You have been gone a week! I haven't seen you in class, in the Great Hall, not even outside your dorm!"

"I was sick Draco! That's the truth! I went to the kitchen to eat something and Harry just got out of detention with Umbitch. We bumped into each other! He came to get a late dinner ok!"

"And your foot! Why are you limping?"

"I got hurt a couple days ago. Twisted it." Draco purses his lips, looking at (y/n) and he decided to trust her.

"Ok. Fine." he sighs and moves to sit down next to her on his bed, rubbing her leg and she hisses in pain. "Shit sorry (y/n)!" he moves his hand away as she shakes her head. 

"It's fine." she sighs out from the dulling pain. 

"You're not fine." the Slytherin crouches down to check his girlfriend's leg but she stops him. "How bad is it?"

"It's not too bad." he looks at her with a raised brow, clearly not believing her and he stands up. 

"Prove it." The Hufflepuff purses her lips, knowing if she got up the cracks in her leg would get worse. She grabbed onto the pole and rose up on her good foot, about to put weight on her right one when her boyfriend stopped her. "Ok stop!" he gently pushes her back down on the bed again, tsking with an amused smile. "You really are just as stubborn as I am." 

"Maybe..."

"Why didn't you just tell me? I was worried sick the past week..."

"I'm sorry Draco, really. I didn't want to worry you but I guess it made you do that anyway..." 

"Are you feeling better? I heard you were sick."

"I was yeah..." (y/n) yawns out, her exhaustion catching up to her after the mess she went through in the kitchen.

"Let's get you to sleep." Draco moves to pick up his girlfriend when the world around her suddenly tilts and blurs, feeling extremely sick and vertigoed. "(y/n)!" the Slytherin gasps with worry when she clings to him, falling to the floor but he sweeps her into his arms. "What happened!? (y/n)!" 

"Sick... I'm not-I don't feel too good..."

"You're still sick!? Why didn't you tell me!?" he exclaims, pressing one of his hands against her forehead to feel it flushed and burn up against his hand.

"Sorry..." the boy frowns seeing his girlfriend become woozy in his arms as he picked her up, gently setting her down beneath the blankets and settling down next to her. He didn't like how pale she looked or the dark bags under her eyes. She looked so sickly...

"Oh (y/n)..." Draco sighs out with a frown, pulling her to lay on his chest as he held her tight and ran his fingers through her hair. "Why didn't you tell me..." he kisses the top of her head, pulling the blanket higher over her as she sleep in his arms.