(y/n) - your name

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"I can't believe you got the responsibility of looking after Draco until his hand heals!" Hermione gasps as (y/n) drops her forehead on the table, absolutely defeated.

"Now that is a punishment I never want to receive! I would happily be strung up by my thumbs instead!" Ron exclaims.

"How did that even happen!?" Harry asks and (y/n) turns her head to look at him.

"He wouldn't let anyone go near his wound except for me. Not even Madam Pomfrey..." (y/n) groans out. "And he managed to trick her into thinking he was in so much pain, I have to do everything he asks! It's been a week now answering his every beck and call! It's infuriating doing everything for him!" she throws her hands in the air, all four of the kids turning their heads to look at the boy who was surrounded by a group of Slytherins coddling him about his arm.

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy says with a sickly sweet voice which annoyed (y/n), rolling her eyes at how Draco makes everything more dramatic and theatrical than it needs to be.

"It comes and it goes. Still... I consider myself lucky. According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two... and I could've lost the arm. I couldn't possibly do homework for weeks."

"Are you hearing him!?" (y/n) hisses and the others nod. "I've been doing his homework and notes for a week! He's been doing jack shit!"

"He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?" Ron scoffs.

"At least Hagrid didn't get fired."

"Yes. But I hear Draco's father's furious. I don't think we've heard the end of this..." Hermione says and (y/n) sighs in defeat as she hears Draco call for her.

"Puff!" the golden trio could see her right eye twitch, fists clenched before she plastered on a fake sweet smile that scared them.

"Yes, Malfoy?" (y/n) turns around to look at him as the Slytherins narrow their eyes at him.

"Come rub my arm! It hurts!"

"Pray for me..." (y/n) whispers as she gets up from her seat and moves over to the Slytherin table, Draco shifting over to have her sit down next to him. She holds out her hand and he drops his injured one into her palms before she gently rubs his arm that wasn't wrapped up in plaster. He loved having his every need and want to be pampered by his Puff, having to do what he says if he asks for it in front of everyone cause he knew she wasn't going to do anything for him if there weren't any prying eyes.

"He's been sighted!" Seamus says as he slaps a newspaper on the table, all the students rushing over to him leaving Draco and (y/n) alone as he stares at her with a grin. She glances at him with annoyance, his other hand toying with the necklace around her throat and tugging on it to pull her closer to him.

"Draco. Stop playing around or I will actually break your arm." he tuts, mock pouting at her.

"How can you hurt your friend like that? Plus you would get in trouble if you did that in front of everyone." Draco tugs on the chain harder, (y/n) gasping and trying to lean back from how close they were now. He could see the red and gold flecks in her doe eyes from being this close, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks and her glasses. She quickly unlatches her necklace with her powers to put space between them, the Slytherin boy enjoying the way her cheeks flushed heavily as he held the chain in his hand. "What's this unlock?"

"Give it back Draco." the Hufflepuff seethes at him, not answering his question.

"First tell me what it's for."

"It's none of your business."

"Come on, what happened to sharing secrets?"

"That's before you became an obnoxious and annoying git!" she exclaims, quickly moving forward to grab the chain from him but he moves back. Draco snickers and jumps up, standing tall over her while he held the chain over his head. "I said give it back!" (y/n) yells out, absolutely furious now and the students turn back to her and Draco.

"There he goes again, bullying another student..." the others whisper around them as the Hufflepuff climbs onto the table and quickly grabs onto the Slytherin's cloak and harshly pulls him forward. He smirks up at her as she harshly snatches her chain from his hands, leaning up to her face when she was leaned down making their faces extremely close and she quickly pushes him away.

"You're an asshole Malfoy." (y/n) seethes as she jumps down on the bench from the table, walking away out of the Great Hall as Draco watches her leave.

"Remember you have to do my homework Puff! And we have DADA next!"

"Piss off!"

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"Draco! Hurry the hell up! I don't want to be late!" (y/n) yells out as she stands by the boy's bathroom, holding Draco's cloak and wand. People gave her weird stares and she covers her face as she leans against the wall, absolutely embarrassed. "Boy get your ass out here!" she yells out again and he finally comes out.

"Ok, Ok... I'm here." he snickers, moving to poke her arm but she steps away.

"You better have fucking washed your hands!" she snaps and he nods quickly.

"Obviously." he rolls his eyes and they walk off to DADA. "Did you take my notes?"

"No." Draco snaps his head at (y/n), raising a brow at her.

"I thought I said-"

"-you can do it yourself." she snaps back quickly. "Your hand is healed enough. It's been a week for god sake!"

"No! It still hurts!" he whines out. "So you have to still help me!" he dramatises the pain, earning sympathy from the other students around him.

"You should be an actor if you weren't a wizard." (y/n) scoffs.

"I bet you would watch all my movies if I did."

"In your dreams!" the kids walked silently together, falling awkward again as they head to class.

"So my notes-"

"-Jesus christ I'll lend you mine."

"Nope, not good enough. We're going to the library later so I can copy them. You can write them out for me." Draco grins, entertained seeing (y/n) hold in her anger like a fuse about to pop, her cheeks blaring red and he pinches them.

"Back off!" she swats his hand away harshly and he cries out, falling to the floor.

"My hand! You hit my injured hand!" students were whispering to each other and (y/n) drops down next to Draco as he complains about the pain, dragging her hands down her face.

"Fine! If you stop with the dramatics and let us walk to DADA on time with no more of your shenanigans, I'll come to the library with you!" and with that, the Slytherin boy jumps up without a hint of a sound and walks off. He turns around and smirks at the Hufflepuff who was praying to whoever was out there that she doesn't kill him later tonight.

"Are you coming Puff?"

"Yeah yeah..." she breathes out, standing up and jogging towards him as the kids finally head to their DADA class. They walk in to see the students still talking, the desks pushed to either side of the classroom. (y/n) was about to head over to Harry and Ron who wave at her but Draco pulls her back with him with his other arm around her shoulders. She sends the boys looks of help and they shrug, not knowing what to do or how to help her.

"Decided to show up this time Malfoy?" Blaise laughs lightly, looking down at the grumpy Hufflepuff. "I see you still have her around too."

"She's doing my notes and homework later tonight."

"Can she do mine then? I got a big report due tomorrow-"

"-no, she's my servant." Draco cuts off Marcus, the Slytherins looking at each other at their friend's weird behaviour but they shrug it off.

"Wait, you're going to be alone, together, in the dark in the library!?" Pansy shrieks out, furious cause Draco was hers.

"Oh calm down you prissy shit. It's not like you're missing out on anything important. It's just school work." (y/n) snaps back at the girl, prying Draco's arm off her as the others laugh at Pansy's red face.

"The all-house girl truly has Slytherin in her!" (y/n) decided not to say anything else, not wanting to talk to the Slytherins. She held Draco's cloak, waiting with a bored expression until the professor finally arrived and welcomed the class as the students greeted him back. Lupin gathers the students around a tall wardrobe that rattles violently as Harry, Ron and several classmates regard it warily.

"Intriguing, yes? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?" the professor asks as (y/n) and Draco stood next to each other against the wall, looking at the rattling wardrobe until Dean spoke up in a hushed voice.

"That's a Boggart, that is."

"Very good, Mr. Thomas. Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like?"

"No one knows." (y/n) chuckles as she sees Ron jump when he steps back revealing Hermione and she looks at her friend in confusion cause she swore she didn't see her in class. "Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. That's what makes it so-"

"-terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart." Lupin says as he walks to stand in front of the class. "Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" the students copy the professor.

"Very good! A little louder and very clear. Listen... Riddikulus."

"It's this class that's ridiculous." Draco mutters softly, hissing in pain as (y/n) flicks his forehead.

"Shut up." she hisses lowly, turning back to face the professor and she sighs in defeat as he rests his arm on top of her head like she was an armrest.

I won't kill him, I won't kill him... I'll shove him towards the Boggart to finish him off!

The professor teaches the class how they need to force the Boggart to assume a shape they find amusing, calling up Neville to volunteer first who walks up to him hesitantly. "What would you say is the thing that frightens you most?"

"Professor Snape." Lupin nods thoughtfully as the students laugh lightly.

"Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"

"Yes, but I don't want the Boggartto turn into her either." Neville says.

"It won't. But I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind. Can you do that?"

"She carries a red handbag..."

"That's fine. We don't need to hear it. If you see it, we will. Now, when I open this wardrobe, Neville, here's what I want you to do..." Lupin leans close to Neville, whispering to him and the boy looks at him in shock. "You can do this, Neville." he nods nervously, taking in a deep breath. "Right then. Wand at the ready. One. Two. Three."