A/N: Okay sorry it took me so long to update, I've been very busy with my
art…and to make matters worse I've a college interview tomorrow! Well I
hope you like the second part, I know this started off as a H/D fic but…you
never know it might change again towards the end. Oh the unexpected twists
theses stories take sigh Okay on with the fic.
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My Possession: Part Two
Draco woke up and opened his eyes. He looked around groggily. He appeared to be in the hospital wing.
"Oh good you're finally awake" Draco turned in the direction of the voice and he saw Madame Pomphrey walking in the door. She set the tray that she was carrying down on a nearby bed and walked over. She placed a cool hand on his forehead.
"Hmm slight temperature…sit up please" Draco dragged himself up groaning quietly. He ached all over. She checked his pulse and looked in his eyes. She looked concerned and kept shaking her head. She left the room momentarily. Draco could hear her talking to someone in the next room. He strained to hear the conversation.
"I don't know…I've never seen anything like this before…for some reason I can't seem to cure his wounds…" So that was why he was still sore all over.
"It took him two days to wake up…he's feverish…and…and I'm worried…" Draco wrapped his arms around himself, he'd never had anyone worried about him before. Madame Pomphrey came in again. Dumbledore and Snape followed her. Draco eyed them warily; unsure of what was to come.
"Draco…what happened?" Snape began. Draco swallowed and shook his head.
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For some reason he felt like crying, he felt cornered by all these people…he felt afraid. His breathing quickened. Dumbledore glanced at Madame Pomphrey who looked upset. Snape reached out and put a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Its okay Draco, we're not going to hurt you." Draco flinched from the touch and Snape quickly withdrew his hand. Draco felt trapped. His head was throbbing and his heart was racing. He shook his head trying to clear it.
"Who did this to you Draco?" Dumbledore asked softly. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes. He blinked them away.
"I…I…don't know" he whispered. He didn't know if he was trying to protect Harry or if he was genuinely telling the truth. He raised his hands massaging his temples trying to calm his pounding headache.
"I'd like you both to leave" Madame Pomphrey said.
"Of course." Dumbledore got up and walked to the door "Get well soon Draco" He said. Snape nodded and followed him out.
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There's something seriously wrong," Snape said as soon as they were out of earshot.
"Three days ago he was fine…I don't understand what could've happened. He's not going to tell us what happened." Dumbledore nodded deep in thought.
"Well seeing as asking him straight out didn't work, we're going to have to be more tactful. Madame Pomphrey bustled out frowning at both of them.
"I don't want you visiting Mr Malfoy if you are going to upset him like you did today!" she scowled. "I thought you were going to give him a nervous breakdown! He's very fragile at the moment." The headmaster considered her words before nodding.
"You realize however that finding out the cause could be part of the cure Poppy."
"Of course I do Albus but thanks to your little visit there he appears more distressed than before you called and his temperature has gone up" Snape arched an eyebrow worriedly.
"I've had to resort to muggle techniques to bring down the fever…should I notify his parents?"
"No!" Snape said abruptly. They both looked at him surprised. "I have a strong suspicion that Lucius had something to do with this."
"Yes, I don't think it would be a good idea to mention this to his father, I too have long suspected tension between Draco and his father"
"You don't mean?(1)" Dumbledore nodded, her eyes widened and she gasped.
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Draco stayed sitting and he waited for Madame Pomphrey to return. He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes. He heard noise coming from outside. A group of people came into the room. McGonagall was there too. Then he remembered that there had been a Quidditch match that day and seeing as she was there it was obvious that a Gryffindor had been hurt.
"Nice one George; saving the goal with your head!" Fred laughed. His twin was being helped onto the bed.
"'S not funny Fred…It hurts a bloody lot" He grumbled. Madame Pomphrey ushered them all out leaving only McGonagall. She quickly cured George's injuries but decided that he should stay overnight for observation.
"You should eat something Mr. Malfoy" she said. Draco opened is eyes, she was finished with George and was placing the tray next to his bed. He shook his head.
"I'm not hungry," he said softly. She sighed and checked his temperature again. She ran a hand through her hair.
"Still rising well while you're here Mr. Weasley you might as well make yourself useful" George was watching curiously.
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She motioned him to sit next to Draco's bed. Then she got a basin of cold water. She dipped a cloth in the water and squeezed it. She gently brushed his hair back and placed the cloth on his forehead.
"I have some work to do so you can do this for me. Come and get me immediately if it goes up again." George nodded. He looked at Draco and for the first time he noticed the cuts and bruises on his face 'that's strange' he thought 'Madame Pomphrey should have those cured' He removed the cloth which was almost warm from Draco's flushed face and cooled it before placing it back on his forehead. He felt Draco's cheek. It was boiling! Draco's eyes fluttered open and he looked nervously at George. They sat in silence for a while.
Who won the match?" Draco whispered finally breaking the silence.
"We did" George grinned "Only barely saved it…the quaffle woulda gone in too if my head hadn't been in the way! Then I fell off my broom and Harry got the snitch" Draco tensed at the mention of Harry, his head began to ache again.
"Malfoy…Malfoy…Draco! Are you okay?" George asked shaking him. Draco blinked and looked up at him.
To Be Continued…
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(1) Take your own meaning from this
Well I hope you like this part; sorry it took so long.
Please review.
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My Possession: Part Two
Draco woke up and opened his eyes. He looked around groggily. He appeared to be in the hospital wing.
"Oh good you're finally awake" Draco turned in the direction of the voice and he saw Madame Pomphrey walking in the door. She set the tray that she was carrying down on a nearby bed and walked over. She placed a cool hand on his forehead.
"Hmm slight temperature…sit up please" Draco dragged himself up groaning quietly. He ached all over. She checked his pulse and looked in his eyes. She looked concerned and kept shaking her head. She left the room momentarily. Draco could hear her talking to someone in the next room. He strained to hear the conversation.
"I don't know…I've never seen anything like this before…for some reason I can't seem to cure his wounds…" So that was why he was still sore all over.
"It took him two days to wake up…he's feverish…and…and I'm worried…" Draco wrapped his arms around himself, he'd never had anyone worried about him before. Madame Pomphrey came in again. Dumbledore and Snape followed her. Draco eyed them warily; unsure of what was to come.
"Draco…what happened?" Snape began. Draco swallowed and shook his head.
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For some reason he felt like crying, he felt cornered by all these people…he felt afraid. His breathing quickened. Dumbledore glanced at Madame Pomphrey who looked upset. Snape reached out and put a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Its okay Draco, we're not going to hurt you." Draco flinched from the touch and Snape quickly withdrew his hand. Draco felt trapped. His head was throbbing and his heart was racing. He shook his head trying to clear it.
"Who did this to you Draco?" Dumbledore asked softly. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes. He blinked them away.
"I…I…don't know" he whispered. He didn't know if he was trying to protect Harry or if he was genuinely telling the truth. He raised his hands massaging his temples trying to calm his pounding headache.
"I'd like you both to leave" Madame Pomphrey said.
"Of course." Dumbledore got up and walked to the door "Get well soon Draco" He said. Snape nodded and followed him out.
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There's something seriously wrong," Snape said as soon as they were out of earshot.
"Three days ago he was fine…I don't understand what could've happened. He's not going to tell us what happened." Dumbledore nodded deep in thought.
"Well seeing as asking him straight out didn't work, we're going to have to be more tactful. Madame Pomphrey bustled out frowning at both of them.
"I don't want you visiting Mr Malfoy if you are going to upset him like you did today!" she scowled. "I thought you were going to give him a nervous breakdown! He's very fragile at the moment." The headmaster considered her words before nodding.
"You realize however that finding out the cause could be part of the cure Poppy."
"Of course I do Albus but thanks to your little visit there he appears more distressed than before you called and his temperature has gone up" Snape arched an eyebrow worriedly.
"I've had to resort to muggle techniques to bring down the fever…should I notify his parents?"
"No!" Snape said abruptly. They both looked at him surprised. "I have a strong suspicion that Lucius had something to do with this."
"Yes, I don't think it would be a good idea to mention this to his father, I too have long suspected tension between Draco and his father"
"You don't mean?(1)" Dumbledore nodded, her eyes widened and she gasped.
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Draco stayed sitting and he waited for Madame Pomphrey to return. He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes. He heard noise coming from outside. A group of people came into the room. McGonagall was there too. Then he remembered that there had been a Quidditch match that day and seeing as she was there it was obvious that a Gryffindor had been hurt.
"Nice one George; saving the goal with your head!" Fred laughed. His twin was being helped onto the bed.
"'S not funny Fred…It hurts a bloody lot" He grumbled. Madame Pomphrey ushered them all out leaving only McGonagall. She quickly cured George's injuries but decided that he should stay overnight for observation.
"You should eat something Mr. Malfoy" she said. Draco opened is eyes, she was finished with George and was placing the tray next to his bed. He shook his head.
"I'm not hungry," he said softly. She sighed and checked his temperature again. She ran a hand through her hair.
"Still rising well while you're here Mr. Weasley you might as well make yourself useful" George was watching curiously.
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She motioned him to sit next to Draco's bed. Then she got a basin of cold water. She dipped a cloth in the water and squeezed it. She gently brushed his hair back and placed the cloth on his forehead.
"I have some work to do so you can do this for me. Come and get me immediately if it goes up again." George nodded. He looked at Draco and for the first time he noticed the cuts and bruises on his face 'that's strange' he thought 'Madame Pomphrey should have those cured' He removed the cloth which was almost warm from Draco's flushed face and cooled it before placing it back on his forehead. He felt Draco's cheek. It was boiling! Draco's eyes fluttered open and he looked nervously at George. They sat in silence for a while.
Who won the match?" Draco whispered finally breaking the silence.
"We did" George grinned "Only barely saved it…the quaffle woulda gone in too if my head hadn't been in the way! Then I fell off my broom and Harry got the snitch" Draco tensed at the mention of Harry, his head began to ache again.
"Malfoy…Malfoy…Draco! Are you okay?" George asked shaking him. Draco blinked and looked up at him.
To Be Continued…
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(1) Take your own meaning from this
Well I hope you like this part; sorry it took so long.
Please review.