The next few weeks pass, George and Cyrus spend nearly every day together. George coming to walk with Cyrus between classes. Cyrus going to George’s practices. Hermione, Ron and Harry are even used to her presence.
Cyrus drops her bag on the grass next to Hermione collapsing next to her. “Did you hear boys? Slytherin vs. Gryffindor is the first match.” Cyrus groans rubbing her arms before sitting up.
“We are ready” Ron smirks
“I’m not worried.” Harry mutters.
Cyrus turns her head hearing a loud commotion on the other side of the courtyard. Spotting Fred and George running from an angry Filch. George smiles brightly looking over at the group. Cyrus smiles softly giving a small wave before he disappears.
“Oh my god.” Hermione mutters her eyes wide. “You like him!”
“Who” Cyrus asks turning back to Hermione.
“You!” Hermione laughs, slapping Cyrus’s shoulder with her book. “You like George!”
“My brother George? You sure?” Ron scrunches his face in disgust. “But he is George.”
“I don’t like anyone. Who even says I am gay?” Cyrus mutters
“Tell that to your face.” Harry laughs making an exaggerated doe eyed expression flirtatiously waving.
“I do not look like that!” Cyrus groans
Hermione raises an eyebrow in the way Cyrus understands is ‘we will talk about this later.’
An hour past of studying outside and the group decides to go inside to eat dinner. Hermione and Cyrus hang back, Cyrus wraps her arm around Hermione's shoulders walking together slowly. “So you and George.”
“There is no me and George.” Cyrus sighs.
“But you want there to be a you and George.” Hermione chuckles.
“You know why that can’t happen.” Cyrus reminds Hermione.
“Why don’t you tell him?” Hermione asks, pulling out of Cyrus's arm turning to face her. “You trusted me pretty quickly.”
“You aren't on the quidditch team. The moment someone on the team knows I will be treated differently.” Cyrus groans.
“Ginny is on the team and she isn't treated any differently.”
“Yes but she is a chaser. Have you seen any female beaters?” Cyrus mutters lowly. “If anyone knows they could petition that the position is too dangerous for a woman and then I cant play.”
“We can change that.” Hermione says brightly.
“Not before I graduate ‘mione.” Cyrus sighs.
Cormac McLaggen finally stepped up to them after watching Cyrus and Hermione whispering to each other. “Are you two dating?”
Both Hermione and Cyrus looked at each other, muttering no to the bold Gryffindor.
“You are looking good Granger. Wondering when you might let me take you out.” Cormac nods at Hermione, licking his lips.
Cyrus cringes before looking at Hermione who looks lost. “OH uh. No thank you?” Hermione hesitates.
“Oh come on Granger let me take you out.” Cormac preens, grabbing Hermione's arm.
“Take your hand off of her.” Cyrus says firmly.
“You aren't her boyfriend, you have no say.” Cormac spits at Cyrus.
“Look at her, She's not playing hard to get. You are playing hard to get rid of.” Cyrus spits back.
Cormac lets go of Hermione, stepping into Cyrus’s face. “What are you going to do about it?”
“You have one warning. Leave Hermione alone.” Cyrus threatens, her voice low, staring down the arrogant Gryffindor.
The altercation caught the attention of other students in the great hall and they all circled them, waiting to see what would happen. Cormac noticed his audience, “You wont be around her all the time.”
Cyrus snapped, “Warned you!” Her arm pulling back before punching him across the jaw.
“What the hell?” Cormac spits out blood, he quickly stands throwing a fist at Cyrus, hitting her square in the nose.
Cyrus laughs wildly, the blood dripping from her nose. “That was weak! TRY HARDER!” Cyrus yells. Cormac punches her again across the jaw. A slight groans leaves her lips, a wicked smile across her face. licking the blood off her lips she smirks. “That felt good, do it again.”
“Mr. McLaggen and Sterling!” McGonagall yells. Cyrus bites the inside of her cheek, turning to the head of houses. Snape just a step behind McGonagall.
“I know I know, detention.” Cyrus mutters following after Snape.
Snape opens the door to his office, and Cyrus sits down in the chair waiting for her punishment. “A weeks detention” Snape mutters boredly.
“Sir?” Cyrus asks expecting a longer punishment.
“I am sure he deserved it. You will be cleaning cauldrons after your last class for a week.” Snape says waving his hand for Cyrus to leave.
Quickly before he changes his mind she quickly leaves, returning to her dorm.
As she enters her dorm Draco quickly approaches her, his hand wrapping around her neck, the tips of his fingers pushing on her jaw to turn her head. She grunts with each movement as he inspects her nose and jaw.
“I’m fine Draco.” Cyrus mutters, yanking out of Draco's hand.
Draco scowls returning his hand, the cold rings pressing against her pulse points. “What did he say?” Draco says lowly, almost a whisper.
“Does it matter?” Cyrus groans
“I guess not.” Draco scoffs releasing his grip, motioning to the chair. Cyrus sits down watching Draco pull out a balm from the first aid box.
“Draco just leave it.” Cyrus begins to protest, only stopping when Draco glared at her.
Wetting a towel he comes over to Cyrus, sitting on the other chair, wiping away the flaking blood. “You could have scared a death eater with that display.” Draco says lowly.
“that was the idea.” Cyrus mutters wincing as Draco presses too hard onto her jaw.
He smirks, “I thought you liked it?”
“Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. I have to get into the right headspace.” Cyrus groans as he continues to press her jaw cleaning off the blood.
Once he deemed her clean he cups her jaw, checking to see if there was any fractures. The warmth of his magic gently checking her jaw warming her. “Looks like just your nose is broken.” Draco mutters, already muttering the spell to fix it.
Cyrus gasps as her nose snaps back into place. Blinking roughly as she feels her sinus's straighten out. Draco grabs her chin, lifting it up to check her nose again. dipping his fingers into the balm, spreading it over her jaw, nose and under eyes. She closes her eyes as he rubs it in. “How bad doc” Cyrus asks softly.
“This should help with the bruising.” Draco mutters, his eyes darting over her features. She opens her eyes watching him.
“Still planning on being a healer?” Cyrus asks
“Am I not one right now?” Draco returns rubbing in the last of the balm to her cheek.
“Good point.” Cyrus mutters, sighing heavily.
“Did he deserve it?” Draco asks seriously, no longer tending to her wounds.
“Yes.” Cyrus says seriously staring into Draco’s eyes. His grey eyes bringing comfort to her.
“Does he deserve more?” Draco asks still cupping her face.
Their dorm door opens quickly, loudly banging against the wall as Hermione and George enter the room. Cyrus jerks away from Draco, while Draco closes the balm. Placing it in Cyrus’s hand. “Re-apply this when the balm dries.” Draco mutters standing up, giving George a glare before leaving the room.
“Dray!” Cyrus calls after Draco, waiting for him to stop at the door. When Draco turns around she smiles. “The answer to your question is no.” Draco nods leaving the room.
George stands awkwardly in the room, looking around the dorm. Seeing things that are distinctively Draco's and things distinctively Cyrus’s, but the common area where their desks are, and a small couch in front of the fireplace seem, different, more intimate.
“Thank you.” Hermione says seriously, cupping Cyrus's face. “How bad was it?”
“I’m fine ‘mione. I've had worse.” Cyrus mutters. “Come sit. Do you want tea? Coffee? A treat from honeydukes?” Cyrus asks, standing next to a cabinet.
“You have all of that in here?” Hermione questions sitting down on the couch.
“Yeah well, Malfoys are a rich family, my mother is over compensating for our lack of blood status.” Cyrus shrugs opening the cabinet.
“You never been here?” George asks Hermione, opting to stay standing.
“First time.” Hermione murmurs looking around in awe.
Cyrus pulls out cookies, setting them on napkins before handing them to her two friends. “Honestly you two. I am fine.”
“I came to thank you and see if you are okay.” Hermione smiles, patting Cyrus's hand.
“And you?” Cyrus turns to George who looks sheepish.
“The story is crazy. Something about you streaming blood down your face, laughing like a lunatic and biting his ear off?” George laughs.
Cyrus’s mouth hangs in shock, turning to look at Hermione. “I did what?”
“You didn't bite his ear off.” Hermione comforts.
“Laughing yes, biting his ear off no, blood yes.” Cyrus chuckles remembering that she needs to put away the healing supplies. Cyrus stands, heading over to the desks, picking up the box Draco uses for the healing items, replacing the tools he didn't use before walking to his side of the room. Putting the box back in its spot. “Oh and for future visits, my side of the room is fine, the shared area is fine. Under no circumstances do you enter Draco's side of the room.”
“Future visits?” Hermione asks. “Draco doesn't like me.”
Cyrus sits down on the floor next to Hermione, resting a hand on her knee. “He knows if he hurts you, in anyway he will be on the receiving end of what you saw earlier. That was also me holding back.” Cyrus chuckles, her thumb stoking Hermione's knee. “You are my friend, and that comes with a lot of perks.”