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A/N: Just a warning I'm sick with the flu at the moment, and is now high on pain killers, nose drops and cough medicine, so don't expect me to make very much sense!
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Chapter 10. Illness and Libraries
Day 5
The next morning, at about seven in the morning, while all six teens were sleeping like babies, their wake up call arrived. At first no one woke up, but the consistent ringing finally woke someone up, and that someone was Pansy.
"What?" She snapped into the phone speaker.
"Errr … well, this is your wake up call," a man on the other end with a heavy French accent said.
"At seven bloody o'clock in the morning!" she shrieked.
"That's what the order was placed for, miss," the man, who was obviously terrified, told her.
"And who ordered this?" Pansy asked, in a dangerously calm voice.
"A Mr … Harry Potter, miss," the man said.
"Thank you," Pansy said, that man hung up, glad to be away from the demon woman herself.
Pansy took a deep breath,
"HARRY POTTER!" she screamed, effectively waking up Harry and everyone else in the room.
"What the fuck was that for?" Harry yelled at her from his own room.
"For ordering a fucking wake up call for seven in the fucking morning, that's what!" Pansy screeched back, from her room.
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO ARGUE, PLEASE DO IT IN ONE ROOM AND NOT IN TWO, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" shouted a very pissed off Blaise.
"Fine!" Pansy yelled back, and she went into Harry's room, and dragged him into her room so they could finish their argument.
"THANK YOU!" Blaise shouted when Harry left.
"What was the meaning of waking us up?" Hermione asked them when Pansy and Harry entered the room.
"Harry's order, that's what!" Pansy informed her.
Hermione shrugged, not understanding what Pansy had just said.
"I tend to zone out when Pansy speaks in the morning," Draco told Hermione from his dark corner of the room.
"It doesn't do your brain any good."
"Thanks Draco," Hermione said, and then, to both Draco's and Hermione's annoyance, Harry had turned on the lights in their room.
"TURN OFF THE FUCKING LIGHTS IF YOU WANT CHILDREN!" Draco screamed from beneath the covers.
"Sorry," Harry muttered and turned off the lights.
"I've got bloody spots in my eyes now, thanks," Draco muttered sarcastically from his bed.
Ron snorted blissfully and turned over, something as petty as people screaming would not wake him from his dreams filled with chocolate and cakes.
It was noon when the teens woke up, completely ignoring the wake up call. As a punishment, Harry was sent to find a chemist somewhere to get some aspirin for the hangovers that everyone was bound to be suffering from, grumbling the whole way and back, Harry had a bag full of the tablets when he returned.
Everyone was lounging around the living area of the suite when Harry got back, well, they weren't really lounging they were more napping and moaning like zombies. Pansy was sitting on the couch in her dressing gown with her eyes closed and head hanging, Hermione was beside her, also in a dressing gown, head resting on Pansy's shoulder, Draco lay on the ground beside the couch the two girls were sitting on, he was actually asleep. Ron was on the armchair curled up in a ball, a huge feat for him, as he was about 6'3 in height, and Blaise was at the dining table, head rested on the cool surface.
"I have tablets!" Harry declared to the room, missing the hisses of pain when he shouted.
"Give me one!" Pansy demanded, while Harry, who took about four already, got the tablets and water ready for everyone else.
Pansy drowned hers down quickly and went back to napping on the sofa. Hermione moved to the bedroom after she took hers.
"Is it possible to OD on aspirin?" Draco asked from where he lay on the floor after taking his tablets, Ron and Blaise started to raid the fridge after taking theirs.
"Yes, I think so," Harry answered him.
"Ok, then."
"Why did you want to know?"
"'cause."
"Feeling better?" Harry asked in amusement, as Ron and Blaise started a fry up.
"Of course!" an overly cheerful Ron declared.
"I didn't drink nearly enough as the three girls did."
"Must you insist in calling me a girl!" Draco asked Ron impatiently.
"Judging by your get up last night, I'd have to say … yes," Ron answered.
"And what about you Blaise, you drank more than Pansy, and that's some feat!" Harry said.
"High tolerance of alcohol," Blaise informed him.
"I have a high tolerance of alcohol too!" Draco said from the ground.
"Sure you do, for a bloody lightweight," Blaise answered back.
"Are you staring on me, Mr. Stoner," Draco retorted.
"No, I'm just saying the truth is all."
"I drink more than Harry!"
"That's because Harry doesn't drink, you flamer, and anyway, you get drunk after two little shots, that makes you a lightweight," Blaise told Draco, who was still lying on the floor.
"I had more than two shots last night," Draco told him.
"Which explains why you were hitting on two women," Blaise told him.
"What!" Draco exclaimed.
"Yes, Carly and Carla were very disappointed when you threw up all over them," Blaise informed his blond friend with an evil grin.
"That explains why I had puke all down my dress this morning …"
"I really do not want to finish this conversation," Ron butted in from where he was frying Sausages and rashes. (Eugh! I'm a vegetarian myself, can't stand the smell of fry ups!)
After a huge breakfast of eggs, sausages, black pudding and rashers, what was left of the teens hangovers was gone. Then they proceeded to pack all their stuff into the cars as they were heading off to Bern in Switzerland, which would take more than one day to get there.
When everything was packed and the teens had checked out of the hotel, giving an extra large tip to the poor man who gave them their wake up call, Harry and Blaise, who were the only ones awake enough to drive were going through a map of Europe to find the best routes through France to Switzerland.
"Ok, a straight line from Paris to Bern is about 440km, that'll take about 7 hours or so," Harry said trying to understand what he was looking at in the map.
"Yeah, in a straight line, maybe, but we can't travel in a straight line," Blaise reasoned.
"That's 540km them, that's 9 hours, we can change every three hours so all six of us will get a chance to drive," Harry told all his friends, who groaned at the hours.
"This is going to be a long day," Pansy muttered to Draco, who nodded in return.
"So what are you two going to wear for the wedding?" Draco asked Ron and Harry, from the backseat, yet again.
"Erm … a tux?" Harry and Ron replied.
"Colour?"
"Black, I think," Harry answered, Ron nodded.
"Designer?"
"I'm not sure," Harry answered.
"And you call yourself a gay man," Draco scolded.
"Fine, what designer do you think I should get?"
"I think either Versace, Calvin Klein or Giorgio Armani would be the best choices, they're expensive, but very stylish," Draco informed Harry. The he turned to Ron,
"And Ron, you could do with a designer suite too, I'm thinking the Prada Spring 2006 range for you."
"He's like a walking catalogue, just go with it," Harry whispered to Ron, who was bewildered at all the designer labels Draco was suggesting.
"Maybe I should call Pansy and Hermione, find out what they're wearing," Draco though aloud, and before Harry and Ron could stop him, he was dialing their number on the loudspeaker.
The phone rang for a minute before Pansy picked up.
"Hello? Pansy's hotline, who's speaking?" Pansy asked in really cheerful receptionist style.
"Pansy, it's Draco."
"Hi, Draco! Why are you calling me, you never call me!"
"Yes I do, you just never answer!"
"You have never called me before, don't make up excuses."
"Whatever, anyway, the reason I'm calling is to ask yourself and Hermione what you're wearing for the wedding?"
"Oooh, fashion, Yay!"
"I know, but I'm in a car with two fashion rejects, they didn't know what designer they are going to get!"
"You're kidding."
"No I'm not, I'm serious, and they know nothing about clothes at all! I'm in a car full of fashion retards!"
"No need to be rude," Ron told him.
"Is that Ron?" Pansy asked.
"Yes," Ron answered.
"I love you Ronniekins!" Pansy shouted down the phone.
"Yeah, that's great, so what are you wearing?" Draco interrupted.
"A Roberto Cavalli dress, it's kind of coppery silver and is strapless, you'll see it on the day," Pansy answered.
"And Hermione?"
There was silence for a moment as Pansy asked Hermione what she was wearing.
"'Mione said that she's wearing a Blue Valentino dress with gold trimmings around the waist and shoulder."
"Nice, I'll call you later, ok?"
"Wait, what about you?"
"I haven't decided yet, when I do I'll tell you!"
"You better."
"Whatever, bye!"
"Bye."
A soft 'beep' meant that she had hung up. The car was silent for a bit afterwards, no one having anything to say that's interesting enough or could pass the time. Ron had taken out his cookbook again, and this time was flicking through the dessert sections and Draco was leaning forwards between the two front seats to fix his hair in the front mirror.
Harry could tell that he was in for a long drive that day.
An hour and a lot of CDs later, everyone in the Mercedes had nothing to do. A French music channel was on quietly and Hermione and Pansy, to their absolute horror, found them selves playing snap. Although, after half an hour of slapping each other on the hand, they decided that snap was a bit too violent for their liking and took out all the magazines that Pansy had brought with her. When Pansy found out that this trip would take about a week, so took drastic action and bough loads of magazines over the weeks and never read them so she'd have something to read. Smart girl.
"How long has it been?" A bored Pansy asked Blaise.
"Two hours, why?"
"How long till we get there?" Pansy moaned.
"Probably seven to eight hours."
"For fucks sake, this trip will never end!" Pansy sighed angrily.
"Well, you wanted to go on this trip," Blaise pointed out.
"Yeah, but I expected it to be all drugs, sex and Rock and Roll, not this shite!"
"Nothing is all drugs, sex and Rock and Roll, Pansy," Blaise told her.
"Well it should!" Pansy huffed.
"There were 8,564 green bottles, standing on the wall!" Draco sang.
"Draco stop, please!" Harry and Ron begged. The blond had started the song with 10,000 green bottles, and as I'm sure you know, that song is very annoying.
Draco smirked and continued, just to spite the two other boys in the car.
"And if one green bottle should accidentally fall, there'll be 8,563 green bottles standing on the wall."
"This is TORTURE!" Ron shouted.
"Hey, my singing is not that bad!" Draco defended.
"Look you stopped, HA!" Ron gloated.
"So I did, I'll have to start again now, won't I?" Draco asked grinning evilly.
"There were 10,000 green bottles standing on the wall …"
"Thanks Ron," Harry muttered.
"How was I supposed to know he'd start al over again!" Ron defended.
"… And if one green bottle should accidentally fall, there'll be 9,999 green bottles standing on the wall …"
After three hours of driving, it was time for a switch over; Hermione took the wheel in the Mercedes and Ron in the Saab. It was decided that Draco and Pansy should drive last, because then it'll be night and less police (Aubrey, it's Irish for police, I'm in complete Irish mode at the moment because my granny is over! Bloody fluent speakers …) will be around, so if they break any speed limits, they'll go unnoticed.
They had already gone through the river side towns of Fontainebleau and Troyes and were heading towards the city of Dijon, they were almost at their half point of the trip and it was late evening already.
An hour into the drive and Draco was still singing his bottle song.
"… and if one green bottle should accidentally fall, there'll be 5,234 green bottled standing on the wall …"
""He's never going to stop, is he?" Ron asked, irritated.
"Nope," Harry said, shaking his head.
Suddenly, to both boys' relief, Draco had stopped singing, he stopped rather abruptly however, and both teens wondered why. They found out why soon enough when Draco threw up all over the car.
"Ron, pull over!" Harry shouted at his friend.
Ron turned onto the hard shoulder quickly, and Harry jumped out of the car and tried to get Draco out before he threw up all over the car again. As Draco sat by the road side, gasping, Harry surveyed the inside of the car. There was vomit everywhere, but luckily Draco brought a blanket for the back seat so he can have a sleep and most of the vomit landed on that. Harry sighed in relief; he didn't want his baby ruined by someone's puke! The car smelled quite rancid, but that's what air conditioning and spray is for.
Pansy, Hermione and Blaise must have seen their hazard lights as the pulled in next to them about five minutes later.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, standing beside Harry, who was still staring at the inside of the car in disgust. Hermione retched when she smelled the vomit and stepped back a bit.
"Maybe you should take that blanket out Harry," Hermione suggested, covering her nose and mouth with her jumper sleeve.
"I don't rally want to touch it," Harry confessed.
"Just take it up by the corners, and dump it, otherwise the smell will stay in the car."
That got Harry moving; he took up the corners quickly and practically flung the blanket out of the car and threw it as far as it would go. Then he turned on the air vents and sprayed the interior with liberal amounts of spray. The he turned to Draco, who was still trying to breathe after getting sick again in the bushes, aided by Pansy.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked his sick boyfriend.
"I think so," Draco said, still trying to even his breathing.
Harry could see that Draco was really pale and was shaking a bit. Filled with pity, Harry sat beside him and wrapped his arms around Draco in comfort.
"Did I ruin your car?" Draco asked Harry after a while.
"Well, not really, you threw up mostly on the blanket you insisted on bringing!" Harry told him brightly.
"Lucky I got my way, huh?" Draco said smiling.
"Yeah, do you want to continue driving to Bern or do you want to stop in the local town?" Harry asked.
"Well, I really do not feel like driving for another five hours, but I don't want our trip to be ruined because of me -"
"You haven't ruined the trip, it's not your fault you're sick," Harry interrupted.
"- Thanks, how about we just stop in the town for an hour or so, I might feel better after that," Draco continued.
"Ok, yeah, we'll do that," Harry assured.
"Thanks," Draco said, smiling weakly.
Harry told the other four teens the plan, and all agreed that it was the best thing to do; it would give them a chance to stretch their legs after the four hour trip as well as giving Draco a chance to recover. The town wasn't even a mile away, and it took the teens only about ten minutes to get to Dijon, where they parked the cars in a public car park. Draco was not better when they got to the city, so they went to a little café to let him rest and to get food.
Afterwards, Harry decided to take Draco to the doctor as he had thrown up again after eating a tiny piece of bread, so Pansy, Ron, Blaise and Hermione decided to spend some time in Dijon, the fashion capital of France. Pansy had dragged Ron to some boutiques, leaving Hermione and Blaise alone. They decided to enjoy this time to the fullest.
They walked down the boulevards holding hands and were content just looking at all the clothes in the windows, and not bothering to go into any of then shops. Perhaps if we're still together in years to come, we can go here again, just the two of us Hermione thought. Unbeknownst to her, Blaise was thinking the exact same thing.
As they walked nearer to the city centre, there was less boutiques and more historical buildings and grocery stalls, and to Hermione's delight, the biggest library she had ever seen. Deciding that she had to read something with a little bit of intelligence Hermione had dragged Blaise into the huge building. Days of just reading magazines did that to her. The interior of the building was breathtaking, and the amount of books piled up on the shelves made Hermione's eyes water.
"Are you ok?" Blaise asked her, noticing how she seemed to stare into place.
"I'm more than ok!" Hermione told him, and with that she walked into the first corridor of books.
Blaise found the place to be quite spooky, with all the silence and architecture in the place, it felt like a haunted building to him. He kept close to Hermione, not wanting to be alone in that huge place, and he felt a presence in the building that scared him. Call it paranoia if you will, but Blaise just got that feeling. Hermione finally stopped at the heart of the library, where private cubicles were for people to read without anyone seeing them.
"What's up with those?" Blaise asked pointing towards the cubicles.
"They're for privacy, when you're in one of those people can't see you," Hermione told him.
"Really?" Blaise asked, and idea growing in his mind.
"Yes, really," Hermione said.
The next thing she knew, she was pressed up against one of the bookshelves, well more slammed, as Blaise kissed her ferociously. A little voice at the back of Hermione's mind was saying I don't think this is a good idea but a louder voice was saying Go with it girl! She took the advice of the louder voice, pushed herself away from the bookcase, and hastily led Blaise to one of those empty cubicles, hoping no one saw them.
Inside, they started kissing fiercely all over again. The cubicle was big enough for the two of them to move around easily enough. Hermione pushed Blaise on to the chair so he was sitting on it, then she straddled him and continued the kiss. The cubicle door rattled for a minute as someone tried to get in, luckily the lock was on.
"Someone's in here!" Hermione shouted, hoping her voice wasn't too squeaky.
The person left them alone again and Hermione and Blaise continued their heavy make out session. Blaise's hands went from her bottom to her breasts and continued to grope them as Hermione moaned silently; they had to be silent, as these cubicles weren't soundproof.
Blaise took his mouth from hers and started sucking on the skin just above her collarbone, as one hand left her breast and started to undo the shirt she was wearing. Hermione wasn't idle during this; she licked along his collar bone underneath his ear and ran her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles contract at her touch. She then ran her hands down further until she felt the hardness of his erection. She was surprised at first; a she never had any sexual experiences except for kissing and a little groping.
But she wanted this, she felt ready for this, Blaise must have sensed her hesitation because he had stopped his exploration of her now shirtless chest to look at her.
"What's wrong?" He whispered.
"Well … it's just …" Hermione didn't know what to say.
"Have you ever done this before?" Blaise asked her.
She shook her head in the negative.
"Do you want to do this with me?" Her whispered into her ear.
"Yes," She whispered back.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes," She said in a definite tone.
"I've never been more certain in my life."
XXXSEXXXX (if you want the scene tell me!)
Afterwards, they just lay there on the desk, both basking in the post-orgasmic feeling, until Blaise pulled out of her and with a kiss, started to get dressed again. Hermione followed his lead and started to put her own clothes on. When both were dressed, they unlocked the door and peeked out the door, no one was there. That was a relief. They took one look at the cubicle that now smelt of sweat and sex, and they couldn't help but grin at each other. They walked out of the library quickly, as if someone was following them. When they were outside, they made their way back to the café to meet up with their four friends.
They walked down holding hands again, both hoping that they looked a little bit presentable, it wouldn't do to walk around looking like you just got the shag of your life, even if you just did.
In the café Ron, Pansy, Harry and Draco were sitting in the same seat. Draco still looked as ill as before, and Hermione rushed over to his side to see if he was ok as soon as she had spotted him.
"Draco here has food poisoning," Harry told the group.
Both Pansy and Hermione smothered Draco in hugs when they heard that. Their baby was ill!
"From what?" Blaise asked.
"Ron's black pudding, nobody ate any except Draco," Harry explained.
"So you're saying it's my fault he's sick?" Ron asked.
"Well, it is kind of your fault Ron," Pansy pointed out.
"It's no ones fault, we just have to let him rest it off and give him these tablets every four hours," Harry said.
"And what about going to Bern?" Hermione asked.
"We can drive there, we'll just have to watch Draco, it'll be better if he's asleep," Harry answered.
Everyone nodded and proceeded to go back to their cars to drive to Bern. Harry carried the deathly pale Draco to he car, where he had put a new blanket down and lay Draco on it. Hermione and Pansy stayed with him as the boys were talking about a quicker route.
Draco tried to say something but it didn't come out at first. But after a few tries he managed to say,
"You had sex, Hermione"
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