Heyooo! Happy New Year, you wonderful reader! :P Blue here :) Here's my very, very first multi-chaptered story. Haha, I got the idea from our Biology lecture :) I've been dying to post this, but my internet's gone bad and rebelled :( So, updates will be slow (though I already finished three chapters of this :D) Please, read and review! Your love and kind/helpful words will be my lucky charms for my Intram's championship match and to cure my body pains, mostly my back :)) I apologize in advance for my mistakes and wrong grammar :)
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Draco Malfoy could not believe it as he explained to his best friend Ginny Weasley about his current condition.
He had Parkinson's disease.
The duo, their clichéd nickname Fire and Ice that was bestowed by their fellow Hogwarts students, was seated in the Room of Requirement at one Saturday morning. They had started their camaraderie when Ginny casted her infamous Bat-Bogey Hex on Draco earlier this year. Impressed by her skill, he had given her respect by acting more civil around her and her alone. At first, the Gryffindor wasn't sure if his intentions were pure, but after a few weeks she really did believe him. They have been best friends ever since. Of course, their respectful Houses did not accept this, but eventually let the two hang out with each other without the looks of betrayal and disgust around them.
The room was designed to be like the Gryffindor Common Room, but Draco couldn't care less because of his predicament. The students were seated in the middle of the room, on the rug-covered floor.
"You do realize that Parkinson's disease is a muggle thing, right?" She said worriedly.
"Really? How do you know?" He asked with a shocked expression. If he was with anyone but the fiery redhead, they would've laughed at his face.
"Well, I've always wanted to be a Healer someday. Both my dad and Hermione told me that I should also be familiar with both magical and muggle diseases, for extreme cases. Although, I could not remember what this sickness can be capable to one's health."
"I didn't know muggles can experience this…" He said in a scared whisper.
"It started in the muggle world, you prat." She rolled her eyes.
"I don't care where it started. I just want it out of my life!"
"Malfoy, this disease is kinda… well, long-lasting, from what I've remembered."
"Bloody hell, no way did you just say that." He said in his normal dead serious tone.
"Hey, who's the dreamer-to-be-a-Healer here?" She said indignantly.
"Fine, fine. I gotta go. Slytherin has the Quidditch field this morning. We got to beat those Ravenclaws next week." Without saying goodbye, he stood up and left the youngest Weasley alone.
"Yeah, good luck." She whispered in disappointment.
It was a sunny Monday morning, in which Ginny took in delight. She raked her hand through her long red mane before sitting up from her comfy bed. She quickly got out and headed towards the showers when she saw her fellow fourth Gryffindor Kelsey Anderson stepped out of the aforementioned room. She had big, brown eyes and long, black raven-color like hair that reaches just below her shoulders. She had a thin body, but not stick-thin. Although she wears glasses, it was designed to be sleek and black and red to make sure that she will not look like a nerd. She is very much like Ginny, only more sarcastic and older by six months.
After a few minutes, she hastily changed into her school robes before casting a drying spell on her hair. She brushed her hair for a while before leaving with Kelsey.
"Where were you last Saturday?" Kelsey asked as they descended down the stairs.
"I told you, I was working with my Charms homework in the library the whole day."
"Really now? Because I was in the library for my Potions homework because I had to find this certain book about what happens when a person unknowingly drinks a Polyjuice Potion gone wrong. And I had to search each book shelf for it. And, apparently, I didn't see you." The raven-haired girl said with a knowing look.
Ginny sighed before they entered the Great Hall for breakfast. "Fine, I was with Malfoy." She gazed at him by the Slytherin table talking to his housemates. She discreetly observed the way he flicked his hair from his eyes when he laughed at something his friend said.
"Oh, him." She said with a playful scowl.
She looked at her friend, amused. "Is someone jealous because I've been spending more time with a Slytherin instead of a Gryffindor?"
Kelsey stuck out her tongue before answering, "Please, like I would envy that white little ferret."
The Weasley girl laughed as both girls sat with the Trio. Ron was already stuffing down his scrambled eggs, Hermione is predictably reading her Ancient Ruins book since it was her first class while Harry just smiled at the both of them before eating once more.
"Good morning, guys." Ginny beamed at them.
"Morning Ginny, morning Kels—Ron, honestly, chew your food properly!" The brightest witch of her age exclaimed as she proceeded to hit his back as he coughed.
"Oi! Watch it, Hermione! That last one bloody hurt!"
"This wouldn't have happen if you didn't scarf your breakfast down your throat." She ended the discussion by returning to her book.
"One way or another, I will get them together. They don't call me the matchmaker for nothing." Kelsey whispered in Ginny's ear, making the redheaded girl giggle.
"Please, Kels. You're not that good."
"Oh really? Hey, Harry." She turned her attention to the fifth year.
The green-eyed wizard looked up to meet her gaze. "Uh, yes?"
"How's Neville nowadays?"
"Um, he's okay. Why?"
"Nothing, nothing. What about Luna?"
"She's fine. Kelsey, what's with the questions?"
"Oh, you know, I'm just curious. You know me." Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Have you seen them around lately?"
"Of course?" Harry scratched his neck in confusion.
"Alone?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, er... Now that you mention it, I've always seen them together now."
"Welp, there you go!" She turned towards her fellow fourth year who was cackling throughout the entire conversation.
"Alright, you got Neville and Luna together. All I can tell you now is good luck." Ginny stated as she finished her toast.
"Oh hey, Gin. We better get going, we got Transfiguration first." Kelsey said as she got up from her seat as well as Ginny. With a quick farewell, both students exited the Great Hall.
They passed by some of their fellow fourth years in the crowded hallways. As they turned a corner, they met two fifth year Slytherins coming towards them. One had platinum blonde hair while the other had dark brown hair.
"Finally, just the two girls we've been looking for." Draco said with a smirk.
"What, pray tell, do you want from us, Malfoy?" Ginny responded.
"Actually, I'm not the one who needs the presence of you girls. He is." The Slytherin said as he indicated his fellow housemate.
"Kelsey Anderson," Blaise Zabini said. "Will you go to the next Hogsmeade visit with me?"
The youngest Weasley stifled a laugh but was stunned at her best female friend's answer.
"I'd love to, Zabini." She answered with a charming smile.
Blaise smirked before turning to the icy blonde wizard. "See, told you she wouldn't say no."
"Sod off." He muttered at his mate.
"Mind if I escort you to your next class?"
"Sure." She looked at her friend in amusement before being led by the Slytherin.
"That was odd." Ginny concluded.
"Yes, yes it was. But because of that, I owe him two Galleons."
"What for?"
"We made a bet. See, I annoyed him to death about him and your dear friend just for the fun of it. Unfortunately, he took it a little bit too seriously. So being the Slytherin he is, he told me that he can make the girl go on a date with him."
"Malfoy, how could you! She's one of my best mates and you just put her in the middle of a ridiculous bet?" She exclaimed at her best friend's actions.
"I know what I'm doing. I know Blaise just as much as I know you. Kelsey is probably the only girl that he actually sees as a normal person, not some toy. He wouldn't be all cocky and arrogant about it if he didn't care about her. If it was any other girl, he would be indifferent and wouldn't even care about it."
"Malfoy, that's—that's brilliant."
"You expected less of me?" He said with his trademark smirk.
"Kinda. I mean, Kelsey isn't really the one who goes into relationships. She's the type of girl who makes relationships happen."
"Come off it! Not one girl can resist Blaise's charisma. And you have to admit, she's been eyeing him ever since we," He pointed between her and himself, "became really close."
"How did you see that and not me?"
"Because me, unlike you, I'm cunning and clever."
"And me, unlike you, I know how to be a normal human being."
"You're saying I'm not normal?"
"Well…" She trailed off before giggling. "Speaking of normal, how are you feeling with your Parkinson's disease?"
"Terrible. Are you sure this isn't lethal to me?"
"I'm positive. Listen, I'll check you again during free period before lunch in the Room of Requirement, okay?"
"Yes, mother." He teased, earning him a punch from the redhead.
"Alright, I got Transfiguration in ten minutes. See you later!" She said before running through the halls.
The Slytherin shook his head and chuckled at the girl's zaniness before heading his way to Potions.
Once Ginny entered the room, she was startled to see that the place was shaped to look like what seems to be the Slytherin Common Room. It was structured as the same with her own Common Room, but it had more of a cool and eerie effect rather than the warm and relaxing feeling that she was used to.
"Took you long enough to get here, Weasley. And why do you have smudges of dirt on your face?" Draco questioned from his position the floor.
"What?" She touched her cheek, only to feel something hard and rough. "Oh, bugger. I just got back from Herbology, you see." She started to wipe her face with the back of her hand but stopped when she saw a white handkerchief in front of her.
"At least clean yourself off with class, Weaslette." He smirked but in an almost gentlemanly way.
She shakily took the handkerchief from him and carelessly wiped it all around her face, making the dirt spread even more. Hearing a chuckle, she stared at the boy in front of her.
"Why are you laughing?" The fiery witch asked haughtily.
"Because you're making it worse." He took the handkerchief from her delicate hands. "Here, let me." He held it where his index finger was slightly sticking out but still covered. He then gently wiped off the smudges of her face. All she could was gaze at the sharp features of his handsome face.
"One last spot." His hand slowly made its way onto her nose, her eyes following his every move. He quickly cleaned the dirt before folding the handkerchief and keeping it in his pocket.
"Th-thank you." Ginny said in a slight daze.
"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't." He replied with a crooked grin.
She shook her head before smacking him by the arm and sat down by a table with him followed suit.
"Who are you to hit a diseased boy?" He said with mock hurt as he rubbed his arm.
"Stop being such a whiney baby, Malfoy. You got me to help you, already."
"Hmm… Maybe asking that smart Hufflepuff in my year wouldn't be too bad now."
She huffed as she tried to get up and leave but Draco pulled her back down. "I'm kidding, Weasley."
"You're just lucky that I have nothing better to do than to spend my time with my favorite ferret." She said sarcastically while she crouched down to get a book from her bag. When she leaned back up, she gasped to see that she was practically nose to nose with her best friend.
"Aww, and I love to spend my free period with my endearing Weaslette."
"Shove it, Malfoy." She glared but felt a creeping sensation by her cheeks. She put down the book on the table and started to flip through the pages.
"What do you got there?"
"A muggle book from the Library. Hermione recommended it for me to know about Parkinson's disease."
"Biology, eh? What kind of idiotic title is that?"
"It's a subject taught in the muggle word in second year. It is rather similar to Herbology here in our world."
"Pathetic." He uttered under his breath.
"Here we go, Parkinson's disease…" She read the needed information before looking up to Draco, eyeing him curiously. "That's peculiar."
"What's peculiar?"
"You don't have the symptoms. It says here that you're supposed to be shaking uncontrollably. Are you sure you have it?"
"I'm bloody sure I do! I know what my body goes through. Maybe you just got the wrong book."
"Tell me, when did you realize that you had it?"
He thought for a while before answering. "Last week."
"And what made you think you have it?"
"I don't think, I know!"
"Malfoy…" She said in a dangerous tone.
"Well, I start to feel rather worried sometimes. I even tremble a bit. I also seem to be quite jumpy and tend to be scared than usual."
"And exactly, when do you act this way?"
"Probably when I'm in the Slytherin Common Room or by the Slytherin table."
"Maybe that's your problem. Maybe you've been spending too much time with them."
"Then how come this is only happening to me now when I've spent five years of my life with the lot of them?" He asked incredulously.
"Alright, alright. Here's what I'm going to do. I'll keep an eye out on you whenever you're with your Slytherin gang at lunch. Then by the end of the day, we'll meet back up here and I'll tell you what I've observed. Is that clear?"
"Is that the reason why you've been watching me whenever we're in the same area today, just to observe me for the sake of my health?" Draco raised a suggestive eyebrow. He must've caught her staring at him at breakfast.
She shook her head at him, flustered. "N-No! I'm just worried about you and I want to help, you egotistical imbecile!"
"Whatever makes you happy, Weasley, I'll be glad of service." With a wink, he left the room.
"Self-centered git, he is." Ginny said to herself with less conviction than she expected before packing up to leave as well.