f u r n u n c u l u s
{ bears see things pretty much
the way they are }

In all honesty, he had not sought that fight. Not that he saw Ron as a threat. That one came as stupid as people come. God knew how on earth his sister had turned out, like she had - and that, indeed, was the core of the problem.

That idiot's sister.

Stepping out of McGonagall's office, fifteen minutes after the fight, Draco contemplated that yes, his Furnunculus has landed Ronald into the hospital wing and yes, he had detention [thank you, McGonagall] but, in the end, none of this could be considered a huge - or even small - problem because the fact that the fool had been sent to the nurse meant one thing for certain: she'd come.

She did, too, the moment he had turned round a corner.

"You." She pointed her wand at his chest.

"What's the matter now, Redfreak? Can't get enough of me?"

Madame Pomfrey had to escort him to the hospital wing, ten minutes later, but Draco did not mind. He'd let her get him, and now he'd let her feel guilty [Noble, righteous Gryffindors. SO predictable, he thought to himself].

It'd all work in his favour, he knew.


Song credit: Don Caballero. <3