only professor snape and madame pomfrey know heâs here â levi thinks draco would prefer it that way. heâs been careful to slink away whenever pansy, blaise, or any of dracoâs other friends come around, just in case, but aside from those times, levi has been here almost all weekend. a stack of books has accumulated on the floor next to his chair, and thereâs a ( sort of ) neat pile of what homework heâs been able to complete on the table beside dracoâs bed.Â
      itâs terrifying, the thought that draco could have died, leaves him with a hollow feeling in his chest that he canât quite shake. visitors arenât really permitted in situations this serious, but heâs has volunteered his help in the hospital wing often enough to have been deemed trustworthy; and snape thought it would be a good idea to have someone keep an eye on draco while madame pomfrey is busy tending to other things. his NEWTs are coming up fast, but he knows he wonât be able to focus properly anyways, not with all of this worry hanging over his head.
      thereâs a slight groan, and levi looks up from the potions book in his lap, quickly shutting it and setting it aside as he shifts from the chair to perch on the edge of dracoâs bed. â hey. â
      â youâre awake. â his touch is impossibly soft as he moves pale blonde hair from dracoâs face, watching grey eyes blink open. â do you need water? â
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