Wascally Part Three

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Part Three  Still un-beta-ed because these are really just scribblings, lol!

Part Three

 

“Come here, Harry.  I want to see if your wing is broken,” Draco said to his annoying new pet.  The white bird had waddled away from him to the farthest corner of the bed.  It seemed to be ignoring him.  Draco reached into a pocket of his robe and pulled out something wrapped in paper.  “I have chocolate,” he added in a wheedling tone and peeled away a strip of the wrapping to expose the chocolately goodness.

 

The bird turned around and cocked a head at him.  Draco broke off a piece and stretched out his hand toward the bird.  He was not sure if birds ate chocolate, but the animal took a tentative step forward.  Perhaps it was just hungry.  He did not recall his owl ever eating sweets.  Of course, Draco had a tendency to hoard his treats like a starving wolf guarding a fresh kill.

 

“Come on.  It’s tasty.  Very expensive, of course.  Imported from Sweden.”

 

The bird hopped across the green bedding and took a tentative peck at the chocolate.  Draco restrained his urge to snatch the creature and instead placed his other hand, palm upraised, on the blanket.

 

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised and thought he might even have meant it.  The bird took another peck at the sweet and then hopped lightly into Draco’s palm.  He nearly crowed with triumph.  “Good Harry,” he said happily.

 

Harry nibbled at the chocolate while Draco carefully examined his wings.  The bird made a frantic chirp and flapped madly when his right wing was stretched to full span.

 

“All right, you’re injured.  Don’t make it worse.  I don’t think it’s broken.”  Draco felt the small bones tentatively, just to be safe.  “I don’t feel any breaks.  You must have sprained it.  No wonder you can’t fly for shite.”  Harry pecked his palm lightly as if in reprimand.  Draco grinned.

 

“Well, you obviously will not be flying for a while.  You should rest.  I suppose I should find out what sort of bird you are so that I can feed you properly.  Do you want to come to the library with me?”

 

Harry fluttered up to Draco’s shoulder and he frowned at the bird.  “I said no flying.  Mind you, I am only keeping you until you are well enough to go back to the forest.”

 

The bird chirped and Draco ran a finger over the soft white breast.  He could barely feel the tiny claws clamped onto his shoulder.  Such a small bird was vastly different from his huge owl.  He stroked it once more.  “I guess you aren’t that bad,” he admitted.

 

He flung his bedcovers aside and headed for the library.

Part Four