Spot

SPOT

BY: J

DISCLAIMER – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

SUMMARY – In which Draco Malfoy acquires a spot.

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“Will Draco be alright Professor Snape?” Pansy Parkinson looked near tears as she looked up at Snape for reassurance. The said professor’s mouth twitched and Dumbledore seemed to stare at it suspiciously. Was it a smile? Dumbledore gave the slightest grimace at his last memory of Snape smiling. That hadn’t been well at all.

“Headmaster?”

He wondered as he salted his eggs whether Draco Malfoy was indeed sick or faking it as usual. Well the boy did look frail, a wee bit pasty, not to mention his pinched features made him look like he had a bad case of constipation. Hm.

“Headmaster!”

Dumbledore blinked and looked up at Snape who looked quite put out for being ignored for the past five minutes. “Yes Severus?”

“May Madam Pomfrey bring up some medicine for Mr. Malfoy?”

Dumbledore blinked again and resumed salting his eggs. “She’s quite busy as you know. Those children have given her quite a lot of work attaching themselves together. By the bum too!”

He hid a smile at Snape’s bewildered look at ‘by the bum’ and the potion’s master gave him a wary look before casting his eyes about the Great Hall.

Snape sighed. “I have a class this morning, do you suppose Miss Parkinson can be trusted in his room?”

Dumbledore gave a little shudder and pasted a smile as Snape once again turned to stare at him suspiciously. “No no, that won’t do at all. I believe Miss Weasley is aiding Poppy in taking Mr. Weasley and Miss Lovegood apart. She’ll be quite helpful to you I’m sure Severus.”

Snape scowled and rose from the teacher’s table only pausing to extricate himself from the clutches of Pansy Parkinson who had continued to batter him with questions about Draco’s ‘condition’.

“Miss Parkinson I assure you Mr. Malfoy is fine and has a small form of the…” Snape paused and cast a wary glance around. “…Papula disease.”

Pansy gasped and covered her mouth. “Is he quite alright professor?”

Snape whirled around to stare at Dumbledore as a small bark of laughter erupted from behind him. The Headmaster seemed to be quite involved in buttering his scone…a little too concerned if you asked him.

“He’s fine,” Snape said, returning to the girl’s question. “And as it’s really quite none of your business, I’ll be off to the infirmary.”

“But--"

“Good day Miss Parkinson!”

Snape breathed deeply and massaged his temples as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. Stupid Malfoys and their uncanny ability to pull rank and prestige where they knew it mattered. Snape stopped by the small redhead and sneered as she wiped her mouth daintily and looked up at him carefully.

“Miss Weasley, I’d like you to come to my office when you are finished breakfast.”

“I’m finished professor.”

“Well you can accompany me to the infirmary then!”

“Yes sir.”

Snape rubbed his eyes tiredly as they made their way down the darkened halls to the infirmary. Dumbledore was trying his patience today…as usual.

“Um professor,” Ginny gasped as she tried to keep up with the long stride of the agitated man. “What did you need me for? I have to prefect a class this morning.”

“I will find a substitute then.”

She seemed to quiet down but Snape knew Weasleys. He knew they always wanted to know everything right away…and they always asked annoying questions.

“What will I be assisting you with professor?”

“Mr. Malfoy has the papula disease,” Snape said eyeing her carefully as they stood outside the infirmary’s door. Her mouth seemed to be struggling, did she know what it was?

“We will pick up the medicine now,” Snape rushed on, hoping she didn’t say anything compromising. As much as the little brat deserved embarrassment, it would be his arse that Lucius Malfoy would be after. And for a bloody spot!

“Yes professor.”

They entered the infirmary to shouts and yelps and the two stood stock still as they watched the old healer struggling with the two students.

“It’s your fault Mr. Weasley! Next time you try a warding spell I suggest you know it properly.”

“That’s unfair Madame Pomfrey! I just meant to get the annoying bint off my arse! As in, stop hovering about me!”

The old woman paused to glare at the red faced Gryffindor as she pointedly stared at where Luna Lovegood was attached to Ron’s bum. He blushed and crossed his arms as Luna hummed behind him.

“That’s enough Miss Lovegood! Please be quiet so I can concentrate.”

“I do believe,” she started dreamily, “that this is a compromising position.”

Ron made a garbled sound that sounded like choking and Ginny couldn’t help but snicker. Snape glared at her and mentally berated himself for not listening carefully to the crazy headmaster before.

“Madam Pomfrey, if you have some papula medicine I would be grateful.”

The nurse looked up, “Who do you need spo--"

“The reason is not your concern Poppy! The medicine please!” Snape sounded strained and when Madam Pomfrey paused he looked ready to burst. She hastily handed him a pink bottle muttering apologies.

“Well then,” he breathed handing the medicine to Ginny. “If you would please. Bring this to Mr. Malfoys rooms in the dungeon. Password.”

He bent down near her ear ignoring the way the girl cringed. “Basilisk.”

“But professor!”

“Thank you Miss Weasley.”

Ginny stared dumbly at the potion in her hand before staring blankly at where Snape had stood moments ago. She sighed and made her way down to the dungeons. Just her luck that she knew some healing skills. A smile curved her lips as she stood outside the green tapestry. So Malfoy had a spot did he?

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Draco groaned and stared at the offending spot angrily. He’d been tying to curse it away all morning and all he’d done was made his bloody face look like Eloise Midgen’s. He cringed and prodded his distorted nose helplessly. Where was Snape!

A soft knock at his door roused him out of his depressed state. Hope bubbled within him and he called out. “Come in!”

To say he was shocked was an understatement. Ginny Weasley stared at him with a smirk on her face. He spun around quickly and covered his face. Gods, how embarrassing. How the bloody hell did she get in?!

“Alright Malfoy, stop acting like a child.” He heard her say.

“Or a sodding girl,” was the whispered comment that was not meant for him to hear.

“Get out Weasley,” he growled. Quite put out that he was compared to a girl. He peered at her reflection in the mirror. Her amusement had been replaced with frustration and there was a little pink bottle in her hand.

“Hey! Give that here will you.”

She stumbled backwards as Draco advanced towards her; his left hand outstretched as the right covered is chin. Suddenly she stopped her retreat and let out a whoop of laughter. As her tiny shoulders shook she pointed at his nose with unhidden mirth.

Draco shot her a scandalized look before clamping his hand over his nose. Quite suddenly she stopped her giggling and gave him a disgusted look. Mortification flooded Draco as her eyes dropped to his uncovered chin.

Was it really that bad?

“Malfoy you are such a spoilt brat!”

Draco gave her a startled look as she pushed him roughly into the wide green sofa and inspected his chin.

“It can’t even be called a real spot,” she scoffed.

Draco watched wordlessly as she unscrewed the pink bottle muttering “Papula disease indeed!” She turned towards him cupping his chin and pulled it up. Suddenly Draco had a clear view of the little Weasley’s face. His eyes ran over the freckles that sprinkled her nose and cheeks and then to the mouth drawn into an annoyed pout. Draco licked his lips nervously. Unexpectedly her eyes were on his and Draco couldn’t help feel a little nervous about having those warm brown that stare at him so forcefully.

She sighed. “I’ll fix your pointy nose too.”

Draco’s hand moved to cover the offending nose as he glared at the Weasley. His eyes flashed at the way she was besting him at every turn. Damned spot! Weasley snatched his hand and put it on the arm of the chair.

“Relax will you.”

“At least I’m not an ugly, skinny chit.”

Her eyes clouded but she continued to take a swab out of her little medicine bag and apply the potion to it. She really wasn’t ugly, or that skinny for the matter, but Draco really hated being called pointy. Plus she was Weasley’s sister and deserved to be insulted. He still couldn’t help the guilty feeling of how morally wrong it was to insult the person who was helping you. Gods it was distracting how her chest was pushed against his arm like that.

“I’m sorry.”

Weasley shrugged as she applied the potion to his chin. A cool sensation touched his chin and suddenly disappeared. She then moved back a bit and picked up her wand and murmured a spell. Draco felt his nose move oddly with a few cracking noises which he winced at. He was still a bit disappointed at how quickly the distance between them had grown. Suddenly Draco’s eyes widened as he realized just what Ginny Weasley’s soft chest had made him say.

“All fixed Malfoy.”

Draco gave her a curious look. “I’ve never apologized to anyone before you know.”

“Am I supposed to feel special?” She asked dryly.

Draco sputtered. “Fine. Just get out will you.”

Ginny sat next to him and reclined into the chair. “Just for that I think I’ll stay.”

Draco gave her a dry look. “Skiving off class more like.”

She cracked an eye open and Draco couldn’t help shiver at the glare that the one eye gave him. “I have a spare first period.”

Draco grinned at her clipped tones and leant back into the chair as well. “So do I.”

“You’d have skipped class anyway if you really had a spot.”

“What do you mean really had? I did have a spot.”

At her snort Draco turned to glare at her before his breath caught. God dammit must she lean so close to him like that. He shifted his shoulder experimentally and forced himself not to jerk away from the soft flesh.

“Yes that would be my chest.”

She laughed as Draco pulled away rapidly. “What’s wrong Malfoy, never been this near to a girl?”

He felt her gaze on him as he shifted uncomfortably. No I haven’t been so near to a girl. He scowled. Not that it’s any of your business you muggle-loving--

Draco’s eyes widened as soft lips pressed against his. Almost just as immediately, a smooth tongue slipped into his mouth and the intrusion wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it might be. In fact, Draco thought later as he pulled the girl towards him and finally closed his eyes properly, pressing tightly against her wasn’t half bad either. Small hands massaged his neck gently as they kissed each other hungrily and before he knew it, the kiss was quite abruptly over and Draco was shoved roughly back into the arm of the chair. He opened his eyes to meet Weasley’s brown ones, his stunned gaze reflected in hers.

“What the hell was that!”

“Well,” she said primly, smoothing down her hair, “at least you’ve been near a girl now.”

They sat next to each other, the uncomfortable silence stretching on.

Draco couldn’t help hope fervently that’s he’d feel that soft chest against his again.

And those lips.

Suddenly he smacked his forehead.

Mate! You just snogged Weasley’s sister!

A sly smirk curved at his lips as he cast a look towards the mute redhead.

This should be fun.

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