Malfoy’s Arrogance

"Uhhhhhg."

"Shut up."

"Itttttt hurts..."

"Can you please shut up?"

"Myyyy arm-"

"I lost an eye! Just shut the hell up!"

"M-my-"

"Madam Pomfrey, Malfoy is whining again."

A strict looking witch came out of the office and frowned.

"This boy, I've already healed your arm so hurry up and get out! You are disturbing the other boy who needs more care than you!"

"B-But my arm-"

Madam Pomfrey's face became cold.

"Your arm is in perfectly good condition. if you insist that my skills are not enough to fix your arm then you can go write to your father to take you to St. Mungo's. Otherwise, be a man and stop whining about a pain that doesn't exist."

Malfoy went silent.

Madam Pomfrey sighed before turning to face Arth.

"I'm sorry boy that I couldn't heal your eyes. I truly am."

Arth just smiled it off.

"It's ok. You did the best you could do. I'm fine with how I am right now. At least I'm not bleeding to death."

Madam Pomfrey bit her lip.

"At least take this eyepatch, it'll make you look cooler."

Arthur shrugged and took the eyepatch.

"It's temporary right?"

"Yes, although I have patched up the cuts on your face and eye, the function of your left eye is still very poor. You see, I am ill prepared for treating something as complicated as an eye."

"Ehh... So I'm half blind?"

"For now, however, we have many solutions to this. We can try our best to repair your old eye or we can get you a new one. The best example of someone getting a new eye is a man called Mad-Eye Moody."

"Err... I'll think about it."

"Be sure to dear. Have a good day."

"Have a good day to you Madam Pomfrey. Oi, Malfoy, get up. We're leaving."

Malfoy got up reluctantly before heading out of the hospital wing with Arth right behind him.

Arth put his finger to his chin deep in thought.

It was a Thursday, and right now the Slytherins and Gryffindors were probably halfway through double Potions.

Arth grabbed Malfoy, Who was attempting to sneak off.

"We have potions together, let's go and head off to Professor Snape's class."

Malfoy sneered.

"Why do I have to listen to you? Filthy mudblood."

Arth sighed.

"I really wonder why I saved you. I'm starting to regret losing an eye."

"No one asked you to play hero."

"Thanks to me being a here, you can stand here alive."

Malfoy snorted.

They entered the dungeon to potions class and Malfoy immediately put on a swagger acting as though he was the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.

What an idiot.

"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Arth saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.

Malfoy also sent a hopeful look at Scarlett, who effectively gave him a cold glare in return.

"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.

Arth stared at the board.

They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy and Arth set up their cauldrons right next to Harry and Ron.

"Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm —"

"Your arms are perfectly fine." Said Arth while rolling his eyes.

But he was once again ignored.

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking up.

Ron went brick red.

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots."

Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes. seeing this Arth sighed.

Ron was being an idiot as always.

"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."

Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir — !"

Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces.

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice.

Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up the knife again.

"You shouldn't have done that Ron." Said Arth with a sympathetic look.

"...shut up."

"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter.