Old Faces, New Adventures
The room was engulfed in blue. It was almost like being underwater. The window near the front door revealed patterns dancing across the sky, caused by an odd mixture of rain, wind, and a full moon. The cool air rested calmly in the mountain cabin and the moonlight settled a glow that had one intention, to sooth. Despite nature's attempt to calm the current inhabitants of the cottage, restlessness and discomfort wrapped themselves around the two weary travelers.
From the door to the kitchen the cottage was rather small and only one room to boot. Two beds fit snugly in the far right corner of the room, stacked neatly on top of each other, just like a summer camp for children, though the mattresses and frames were a fair size. On the top bunk lay a man in his early twenties, wide awake and tossing himself to the side as if to command sleep to come upon him. Each attempt ended in failure. His thoughts were darting across the walls of his skull, every sound he heard was taken into consideration. He was paranoid. More so than usual.
The blonde man pressed his palms over his eyes, muttering British curses as he began seeing colours. Sweat ran from his brow, down the sides of his face, stopping to collect in the dips and curves of his ear. Sweat covered his sides and arms and legs, white shirt sticking to him uncomfortably.
"Too damn hot." Draco Malfoy muttered to himself, dragging his hands up to clutch his hair. He was beginning to feel sick to his stomach but it did not much matter. The whole Malfoy household had gotten used to being in pain, physical and emotional alike. Part of him wished his family was here to suffer with him. The other part admitted that their separation was for the best.
Draco thought shortly about waking up his traveling partner or taking a stroll in the rain...but he knew he'd only get scolded like a child for not sleeping. He'd rather be bloody hot than tear his own ears off. Thunder roared. It seemed not to be just overhead either, it was all around the cabin, same with the lightning. It surrounded them, begging the Malfoy to come out and surrender. He would not dare. He had too much pride for that.
Again Malfoy tossed, this time keeping his eyes open to stare absentmindedly at their assorted belongings. Wet clothes and shoes were discarded carelessly. Along with heavy winter coats and scarves and hats. Draco could spot his bag under the dinet table, torn and sad compared to its original rich, embroidered state.
The blonde tossed again, this time to clutch his stomach and moan slightly. He reflected upon what he had ate. It was nothing foreign. So why was his stomach giving him so much damned...
Then it clicked.
It clicked and Draco Malfoy felt a sense of panic as he gripped the bedsheets in pain. He whispered the name of his companion. There was no answer. The next time he spoke louder, still nothing. Great...great time to be a heavy sleeper.
"Granger." his voice remained firm but there was a strain to it.
"Malfoy? What is it?"
The young woman practically jumped out of bed and looked up before climbing the ladder to the top bunk. She sounded uneasy, more than that, disturbed. She knew he rarely called for help and he never cried wolf. When he was in pain something was really wrong.
"What's wrong?!" she pleaded, reaching the top and crawling next to him. Her wand was in hand, ready for anything.
"We made a mistake."
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