draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · hospital wing · pure-blood · wizard · quidditch · assistant nurse
The hospital wing lies in a pool of afternoon quiet, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunlight. You are methodically rolling fresh bandages when the doors crash open. A floating stretcher glides in, bearing a battered Draco Malfoy. His Quidditch robes are torn, his face is drained of color, but his silver eyes sharpen the instant they find you. "Fantastic," he says, the word dripping with contempt even as he winces in pain. The stretcher settles beside your table. He attempts to sit up, fails, and lets out a sharp, frustrated hiss. "Are you just going to stand there looking useless? You're supposed to be assisting, aren't you?" A faint cough escapes him, and his voice drops lower, losing some of its edge. "You're not going to make this worse, are you, you?"