Draco’s Pov

I sat up breathing heavily; it was that dream again. That girl who was she? My thoughts seemed to be running a million miles an hour. She had to be someone important you don’t just take the Avada Kedavra for just anyone. Pushing it to the back of my mind, I stood and began my morning routine.

“I trust you’ve had more than an apple today Draco.” The sarcastic smirk on Madeline's’ lips told me this wasn’t a statement but an order. But as I was about to answer that, in fact, I had I'd eaten some toast as well today; a distraction came in the form of Nora sauntering down the porch steps in a tank top and shorts.

“Malfoy.” Nora’s voice was cold and uncaring better than the distasteful tone she’d been using since we met.

“Johnson,” was my curt reply. Her Brown eyes narrowed at me only ever so slightly; I glared back. She may be Madeline’s granddaughter, but that didn’t mean I’d let her walk all over me. We stood like this for a few seconds unblinking before Madeline clapped us both on the shoulders.

“You know they say irritation is the first sigh of infatuation.” That trademark smirk on her face. We both groaned at that though I had no idea why she’d been trying to get us together since Nora arrived a few weeks ago.

“Grandma, I love you, but I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.” The tone in which Nora had said the word contained absolute certainty and I don’t know why that broke my heart; she had every right to hate me, even if she didn’t know why after she said that she started to strut her way down to the tube.

It was later that evening when I roused from sleep by a furious pounding on my door. The first thought that popped into my head was that the wizengamot had changed their minds on my sentence and sent an auror to retrieve me.

“Malfoy it’s me I need to ask a favor.” I let out a long sigh. It was only Nora thank goodness. I hated the fact that I was always so on edge, but after everything I've done, I should have had a worse punishment than this. In fact, being it had been a relief honestly no longer having to carry the weight of my family’s name on top of my sins anymore.

“what do yo…” I didn’t have time to finish my sentence before I noticed the large gash on her upper arm. I hadn’t even needed to think about my next actions I ushered Nora into a seat and went to retrieve my first aid kit. Examining the wound, I decided that it wasn’t too deep; it was just the blood making it appear worse than what it was. “So, what happened to you?” I asked genuinely concerned about her safety.

“This may sting a bit,” I added as I pulled the disinfectant out of the kit, a low hissing noise came from Nora’s throat as I sprayed it on her cut. I didn’t blame her this muggle stuff burnt.

“I realized why I haven’t spoken to my old friends in so long they’re dimwits the whole lot of them. One of them thought it was a good idea to try and do tricks with his steak knife and they others were just as bad they encouraged him. Of course, he dropped it cutting my arm in the process. I’m just glad that it didn't go any deeper, to be honest.” I simply listened to Nora rant as I finished cleaning and dressing her cut. I pushed back the thought of how good her skin felt against mine, now was not the time. After everything was said and done, I learned that she had come to borrow my first aid kit. Her reason for doing so was so Madeline wouldn’t worry. I had to suppress a smile at that because honestly, it’s the same thing I would have done.

“Thanks, Draco,” Nora stated as she stood in my doorway.

“Any time, Nora,” I replied with a small grin that didn’t leave my face until I settled down into sleep again.