Note: Rosa Obmolior. To throw up rose in latin. Hope you enioy reading! And do leave reviews!
"You made flowers grow in my lungs and, although they are beautiful, I cannot breathe." -Unknown
Sweat dripped down his pale face as he panted, holding onto his knee as he caught his breath while clutching his books and bags close to his chest. A pompous Gryffindor shoved him forward which caused him to stumble slightly. "Watch where you are going, ferret." He sneered and traipsed up. The blond glared and composed himself. He kept silent until he arrived at the Astronomy Tower.
His eyes searched for a familiar head and, fortunately, he spotted Nott waving jovially at him and patting the space beside him. He trudged towards the dark-haired boy and grumbled. "So, you finished the essay?"
The blond brooding Slytherin scowled. "Of course, I did. What do you take me for after all the years?" He sneered and produced his nine page essay from his leather bag.
"Well, for one, I thought you wouldn't because you look tired and all that shite." Theo reached for his friend's essay and scanned it. "Dammit, I knew Lydia Burnham was the one who created that scope! I didn't put it in because I wasn't sure." Draco frowned and snatched his essay from his friend's grasp.
"Oi, you'll get fingerprints all over it. I've spent all night writing it."
Theo pursed his lips indignantly, thinking of his incomplete essay. "All night, eh? I've finished mine the other day. What in Salazar Slytherin's pit are you doing all week?"
The blond brushed his fringe away from his face and widened his eyes as he coughed. "I've been sick."
"A cough? You could always get a Pepperup potion from the infirmary, you know." Theo suggested.
"Do you think I haven't fucking tried that yet?" Draco growled and lightly hammered his chest where, he supposed, his lungs were. He had been coughing for a while now. Sometimes violently and he didn't fucking know how he acquired it. It was as though there was something inside his lungs he needed to expel.
"And it didn't work?" His friend asked. Draco let out another bark of coughing.
"What the fuck do you think, Nott?" He almost growled. "Fuck this."
Theo shook his head and patted his back, helping to ease his misery. "Looks like Professor Sinistra is going to be late."
"She better be." The blond drew a sharp intake of breath. It wasn't often that the most punctual professor in Hogwarts was uncommonly late but if she were, it'd either mean she would just come late or wouldn't appear at all. He hoped it was the latter.
"You alright?" Theo asked.
"Of course, I am." He snapped. "I'm just tired, is all."
Seconds later, a fifth year Hufflepuff knocked on their door and announced that Professor Sinistra and the rest of the professors were having an urgent meeting and that they could have their early lunch.
"Great." He chuckled dryly and scrolled his parchment.
"You coming?" Theo asked. "To the Great Hall?"
The blond shrugged. "No, I'll pass. I have something to discuss with my potion partner. I'll join you later though." He offered a small reassuring half-smile. Theo nodded and went away.
He cursed under his breath. Damn Granger and her penchant for meet ups. He didn't see her in this class though. Suspiciously, he didn't see the carrothead either. He only spotted Potthead at the back of the room conversing with Dean Thomas. His stomach twisted and he coughed again.
He fell arse-over-tit when he saw a pink petal flew from his mouth. His eyes bulged in shock and watched as the delicate petal land on the floor. He clamped his mouth shut with his palm and then fished his mirror from his pocket hastily. He looked at the inside of his mouth and searched whence the petal had come from.
He blinked slowly. What the fuck.