Chapter Four – No Way Out
Draco continued his research at night, hiding under his own Invisibility Cloak. His face became almost transparent from lack of sleep. People started to notice he was seriously ill. Pansy was practically offering to carry him around all the time; he told her to piss off.
One night at dinner he just couldn't resist anymore. He just had to get this out of his system. Lucky for him, Weasley was paying attention and noticed the look on his face right before he got up. The Great Hall practically exploded with fireworks all of a sudden. Teachers and students were running around frantically, trying to escape from the sparks flying everywhere. Weasley caught Draco on his way to Harry and violently pushed him back to the Slytherin table.
"Get a hold of yourself, Malfoy," Weasley hissed before turning around and dragging Harry and Hermione back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
I guess I owe him for that, Draco thought when he was lying in bed later that evening.
I really need to control myself.
He spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling. Sleep was not going to come for him tonight.
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Weasley was waiting behind the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and pulled Draco into the shadows.
"Malfoy, this has to stop. You're killing yourself!"
Draco looked at him, seeing double. "Oh wouldn't you enjoy the sight of that, Weasley?" he sneered.
"It's enough, Malfoy. I'm telling Harry."
Draco shook his head. "No you're not. Not unless you want to spend the rest of your days in Azkaban. Potter's not a pureblood. He's not allowed to know."
Weasley slapped his own forehead and groaned. "Aw, fuck. I hate it when you're right. Well, what else can we do? How about Polyjuice Potion?"
Draco rolled his eyes and stopped doing that immediately because it made him feel uncomfortably dizzy.
"Polyjuice Potion only lasts for an hour, Weasley. That's not nearly enough time."
Weasley's face contorted in disgust. "Ew… Too much information… You're one sick bastard, Malfoy."
Draco smirked. "Tell me something I don't know, Weaselby."
"Piss off, I'm trying to help you. Can't we just slip Harry a Love Potion? He'll be so ashamed he'd never tell anyone."
Draco grabbed the front of Weasley's robes and hissed: "How many times do I have to repeat myself, Weasley? It's not happening. I'd rather die than fuck him."
"Well, so far you're doing great," Weasley spat back at him. "Looked in a mirror lately?"
Draco released his grip on Weasley's robes and sighed. "Just leave me alone, Weasley. I will find a way out of this."
Weasley shook his head when Draco walked back into the corridor.
"This is not going to end well," he muttered.
