N/A Please note that this is my first ff... so please don't be too cruel... and anything you recognize isn't mine... I hope you like it!

Chapter one: sickness sucks

3rd person POV

She knew something was wrong the instant she woke up. She shot from her bed and ran toward the bathroom where she emptied her stomach of all its contents.

That was the third time that week that she'd emptied her stomach into a toilet. If it continued she decided that she needed to go to the hospital wing.

Her best friend came in and gasped, "Mione, what's wrong?"

"I don't know," she groaned, "can you tell the teachers I won't be in class today?"

"Sure, but if you continue like this you need to go see the nurse."

"I know." She watched the redhead run from the room and down to breakfast, contemplating going to the kitchen and just going back to bed. Her bed won.

Hermione's POV

I slowly pulled on a pair of sweatpants before curling up in my warm bed with my favorite book in my lap.

The hours ticked quickly by as my eyes poured over the words. I probably would have continued reading until dinner had my grumbling stomach not reminded me that I hadn't fed myself since dinner the night before which I'd flushed down the toilet anyway.

I quickly made my way down to the kitchens, pausing only to tickle the pear.

"Skipping classes are you Granger?"

I felt my eyes widening as I turned to look at the owner of the voice. "Draco."

"Are you ok?" he asked, looking truely concerned.

"No." I didn't bother expanding.

"Here, sit down. I'll get us something to eat."

I followed his instructions, going to sit at the little table in the corner.

Three or four minutes later he came over with two plates of chips and sandwiches and two bowls filled with steaming soup. "I didn't know what you wanted so I made you a club sandwich and some chicken-corn-noodle soup. If you want something else I can ask Ziggy."

"No, that sounds delicious. Thank you."

He set it in front of me and I dug in with a vigor that could only be matched by a Weasley.

"Didn't you eat breakfast?"

I shook my head since my mouth was full of the scrumptious soup.

"So you haven't eaten since supper?"

"Nope. And I threw that up too, so..."

"You threw up?" he looked suddenly pale.

"Yeah, why?"

"Have you been throwning up a lot lately?"

"Yes actually. How did you know?"

"Well... um you've been looking rather ill of late... you may want to see Madame Pomfery. Speaking of seeing people, I told Professor McGonagall that I needed to ask her a question. I'd better run." With that he practically ran from the room, leaving me looking questioningly after him.

Draco's POV

"You threw up?" I asked, suddenly not feeling too good myself.

"Yeah, why?"

I was almost afraid to ask, "have you been throwing up a lot lately?"

"Yes actually. How did you know?"

'Oh shit! Not now! I couldn't believe it. But I doubted she knew,' "well... um you've been looking rather ill of late... you may want to see Madame Pomfery. Speaking of seeing people, I told Professor McGonagall that I needed to ask her a question. I'd better run," I stuttered out in a rush. As soon as I finished my lame excuse I fled from the kitchen, running straight to the library.

As soon as I got there I went to the restricted section. I pulled out three books, shrunk them, stuck them in my bag, and ran straight back to my room where I read frantically until almost four in the morning.

N/A sorry it's so short... but i had to start somewhere...