Draco: Ahh... damn to hell
A small moan mixed with anger came out of his lips as he tried to put the child's injured arm into a more comfortable position
It hurt so bad, as if someone had hammered and crushed his bones
Even a small movement could trigger the appearance of pain
He really wanted to pass out right there
This may have sounded dramatic, I mean, if it wasn't for that, there wouldn't be Draco, but this time he wasn't lying or exaggerating
In the third grade, Hagrid's pain from his hippogriff drawing him was not as severe as this time
Today was probably one of the worst days on record
First, he failed to catch the snitch, allowing Potter to win the match
Secondly, that cruel, exploded bludger hit his outstretched arm and knocked him off the Nimbus 2001 broom, which was already the main reason why he could not catch the winged golden ball at first
They wouldn't understand what you were feeling deep down
One by one, thoughts about his father's disappointment appeared, disturbing his tired brain
Non-stop
Click. Click. Click.
The constant clicking of someone's shoes from outside managed to bring him out of his pensive state
Finally, it was time for the matron to come
He looked up and looked at the entrance
It didn't take long for him to reveal the figure behind the wooden double doors
The surprising thing was that this person was not Madame Pomfrey
Other than the Golden Trio, he was the one he 'hated'
What was he doing here?
Did he want to mock him for losing the game?
His gray eyes then turned to see the tray full of potion ingredients and cloth he was holding in his hand, this too...
Draco: Oh, you've got to be kidding! Not you!
He whimpered, throwing his head back towards the hood
Draco: The universe absolutely hates me!