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Phase 2-Muscle Spasms, Dilated Pupils, and Severe Temperature Fluctuations:

Draco woke the next morning with a pounding headache. He groaned and sat up. His head hurt, his gums hurt, his eyes hurt, his eardrums hurt, heck the steady pulse of blood through his veins hurt.

Blaise looked at him, concerned. "You okay Draco?" Draco just put his fingers to his temples and winced. He shook his head, confirming what Blaise already knew. Draco sat pondering whether or not to go to Madame Pomfrey. It was a throb behind his eyes that decided it for Draco.

Draco's voice rasped, strangely deep, as he said, "Blaise, man, can you help me to Pomfrey's?" Blaise nodded quickly helping him up. He did a quick scan of the common room, and, after confirming it clear, they stumbled down the stairs, Draco in his black silk pajama bottom's and Blaise in jeans and his pajama shirt. They stumbled down the hallway, strangely quiet. Draco's supposed jerky movement surprisingly fluid, his stumbling feet falling gracefully, Blaise was confused. He was making more of a racket than Draco.

He opened his mouth to ask about this when a voice sneered from behind them, "Well if it isn't the ferret and his star-crossed lover." Blaise and Draco turned quickly, their eyes falling on the Gryffindor's Golden Trio. Ron was leering at them, obviously enjoying his current power.

Harry remained silent. Him and Draco had come to a silent agreement, after the war, to be civil and truthfully, insulting him wouldn't be a step in that direction. He noticed the smooth shifting muscle under the pale unblemished skin of Draco Malfoy. He allowed himself a moment of appreciation before snapping back to reality and mentally slapping himself for thinking that. He may be gay but he wasn't going to go off thinking things like that about him. Harry's mouth twisted at the thought.

Hermione was stunned that Draco looked so…un-Malfoy-ish, for she had never seen him hold himself with anything less than cool arrogance. His shoulders sagged and his eyes screamed. She could also hear the faint -scrip- -scarp- of his breath shuttering in his lungs. He straitened and put on the Malfoy mask, but she still caught the grimace before his mouth smoothed out and he fixed Ron with a glare.

"I," he rasped his voice deep, "Do not feel the need to pick a fight with you at the moment Weasel." He spat, "I have somewhere I need to be." He swiftly turned, his movements as smooth as a Veela's, and walked down the hall, presumably towards Madame Pomfrey's. Hermione's mind was whirling. Something was different about Draco, something felt…off. Call it women's intuition.

Hermione stored all that she had learned in the back off her mind as Blaise began to speak, "Oh you've done it now!" he hissed, his face angry. He fixed Ron with a glare before stalking off after Draco. Ron and Harry looked confused, and frankly, so was Hermione. She couldn't remember a time that Draco hadn't wanted a fight with Ron.

She frowned before turning to them, "Let's head off to breakfast." She said. They both nodded still staring after Blaise and Draco. They headed off to breakfast, none of them talking, all lost in their own thoughts. Hermione thinking about Draco's strange behavior and what could be wrong with him, Ron about how stupid and incompetent Draco and Blaise were, and Harry about how incredibly well defined Draco's lean muscles were under his porcelain skin. They reached breakfast the same time Draco was being led to a hospital bed, Madame Pomfrey following him closely examining him. Not five minutes into Madame Pomfrey's examination, Draco's body started to twitch, then spasm. As he started trashing, with Blaise's help, Pomfrey restrained him, but his body continued to writhe.

Draco felt his vision wondering in and out of focus, one moment painfully sharp, another dizzyingly blurry; his pupils dilated to unhealthy proportions. His muscles locked and relaxed, they were staring to cramp. He was panting, his lungs straining as if compressed together. He felt his teeth aching and ground them together as something ripped, his gums screamed. A thin sheen of sweat covered body, almost making his restraints slip away from him. His body bucked and shivered, going through moments of intense heat and frigid cold. He couldn't stand much more of the strain. Eventually he passed out from exhaustion, his body slowing in their movements before coming to a deathly still. Madame Pomfrey and Blaise watched, their mouths open in horror and fear, it hadn't been more than 2 minutes.

Blaise snapped his jaw shut and turned on Pomfrey, his chest heaving, "What is going on! What's happening to Draco!" he shouted, fists clenched, his eyes heavy with anger and worry for his best friend.

Pomfrey was pale, "I don't know but I need to contact Mr. Malfoy's parents as well as Dr. Montarn at St. Mungo's. You had best toddle of Mr. Zabini; you will do no one any good here." Blaise opened his mouth to protest but snapped it shut upon the hard set eyes of Pomfrey's eyes turned to him. Blaise nodded and turned away and walked off to tell Pansy, Greg, and Vince what had happened. Maybe they would have some ideas.

Pomfrey quickly went off to write the letters. She finished as fast as humanly possible, sending the letters off via owl, and went to check on Draco's vitals. She frowned, they were normal, except for a slightly faster heartbeat. His breathing had evened out and he looked peaceful. She sighed; it could all very well just be due to the body trying to rid itself of the unwanted potions ingredients, but the symptoms and been very severe. She shook her head, feeling the bed in her office calling her. She set up an alarm system, to make it known to her if he had another fit, and retired to her bed. Phase Two has begun.

Well what do you think? Please review...I dont know about the confrontation witht the Golden Trio, and i dont know about the episode Draco had...Review? Pretty plz with skittles and peanutbutter?!