A/N: Phew…sorry it took me so long to upload the second part. I've been
very busy lately but I'll try harder next time (n_n) okay!
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My Possession
"Huh?" he said looking at George.
"Whoa…you kinda phased out on me there," George said looking at him anxiously. He picked up the cloth, his fingers brushing the skin. He frowned, he thought the temperature had been going down but it had shot up again just there.
"G…George?" Draco mumbled.
"Yeah, what is it?" George asked looking at him.
"I think I'm gonna th…throw up…I need to get to the toilet…" George helped him off the bed. Luckily the toilet was nearby and they got him there in time. Draco fell to his knees retching. The contents of his stomach spilled into the bowl. George felt awkward and rubbed Draco's back comfortingly while he got sick. Draco sat back on his heels panting. George handed him a towel, which he took gratefully. He knew he had to get Madame Pomphrey but he couldn't leave Draco. His problem was solved seconds later when the door opened and Fred walked in.
"George are you the…are you okay!?" he said when he saw George squatting next to Draco by the toilet.
"Go get Madame Pomphrey Fred, tell her Draco is getting sick." Fred nodded and hurried to find Madame Pomphrey.
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George helped Draco back to bed. Madame Pomphrey rushed in followed by Fred. The twins sat whispering on George's bed while she checked on Draco, muttering all the while.
"I need to get some medicine for him…I'll have to send one of the teachers to get it…they'll have to go to Hogsmeade and apparate from there" She turned to George " I need to send someone, so until I come back keep an eye on him. When he wakes get him to drink something." George nodded and watched her leave.
"What's wrong with him George?" Fred asked. George shook his head.
"I don't know Fred…I've never seen a wizard this sick…its almost like he's a muggle…" Both boys turned to watch Draco. They chatted until Draco woke. Draco opened his eyes slowly…he thought he was seeing double until he noticed that they were wearing different clothes. He sat up weakly.
"Here" George said handing him a bowl of soup "Madame Pomphrey said that you were to eat it." Draco shook his head.
"But you haven't eaten in ages" George scolded. "At least drink this" he placed a glass of juice in Draco's hands. Draco took a few sips before putting it back on the tray.
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"I see your two nurses are looking after you Mr. Malfoy." The all looked around to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Would you two mind leaving while I have a chat with Mr. Malfoy" Draco gulped…more questions. Dumbledore settled himself in the seat next to the bed and looked at Draco. Draco immediately looked away, unable to meet the headmasters gaze. He fidgeted with the blankets.
"Do you feel like telling me what happened yet Draco?" he asked softly. Draco sighed but said nothing.
"I'd hate to have to use Veritaserum on you Mr. Malfoy…" Draco looked up sharply.
"But you can't" he whispered.
"I'm afraid you leave me no choice Draco…we need to find out what happened to you in order to help you."
"Can't you just leave me alone…it makes no difference if you help me or not, my life is as good as over when the holidays come…" he said bitterly. His face fell when he realized what he had said
"I…uh…I didn't mean that…" he mumbled. Dumbledore said nothing; he just stared at him. Draco wished he hadn't let that out.
"Will you contact my father?" he asked fearfully.
"I'm afraid we'll have to if your condition worsens." Draco felt as if his heart had stopped beating. He couldn't breathe. Dumbledore got up and left.
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Draco began to sob. If his father was notified he might be sent home. He looked around him. He could see only one way out of this. His eyes settled on a knife. He pulled back the sheets and got out of bed. The floor was cold under his barefeet but he hardly noticed. He picked up the knife staring at the sharp blade. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he blinked trying to clear his eyes. He pulled up his sleeves and was just about to slash his wrists when Fred and George walked in.
"Draco no!!" George shouted when he saw what Draco was about to do. Draco looked up momentarily startled before bringing the knife down and plunging it into the soft pale skin on his wrist. George ran over and grabbed the knife before he had the chance to slit the other.
"Oh God! Oh God! Get Madame Pomphrey now Fred!" he shouted clamping his hand over the wound trying to stop the flow of blood.
"What were you thinking Draco?!" he demanded
"I just want it all to be over…I won't be handed over to him this summer…"
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"To who?" George asked trying to keep him awake.
"To…to Voldemort" George gasped. The blood was seeping through his fingers.
"Damn!" he cried in frustration as the blood stained both his and Draco's pajamas. Madame Pomphrey rushed in followed by Fred, Woods and a few more from the Gryffindor team, who were coming to visit George. They gasped when they saw George kneeling on the floor cradling Draco's body as blood soaked their pajamas and dripped on the floor.
"Get him on the bed quickly George!" George did as he was told and watched as Madame Pomphrey stopped the blood and stitched the wound. She wrapped some gauze tightly around his wrist.
"What happened?" She snapped at George "I told you to watch him, not kill him!" George was speechless. He stood staring, his mouth hanging open.
"It's not George's fault! Professor Dumbledore came in and asked us to leave while he talked to Malfoy. When we came back in Draco was trying to slit his wrists. George saved his life!!" Fred shouted standing up for his brother.
"Sorry George" she said curtly "I'll be back in a minute…I have to speak to Professor Dumbledore" She was absolutely furious. "Make sure he doesn't leave the bed" She left the room storming down the hall to Dumbledore's office in a foul temper.
To Be Continued…
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Well I hope you liked this chapter. I'm extremely grateful for all the reviews I got and I hope you review this chapter too cuz I jus' luv reviews!!
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My Possession
"Huh?" he said looking at George.
"Whoa…you kinda phased out on me there," George said looking at him anxiously. He picked up the cloth, his fingers brushing the skin. He frowned, he thought the temperature had been going down but it had shot up again just there.
"G…George?" Draco mumbled.
"Yeah, what is it?" George asked looking at him.
"I think I'm gonna th…throw up…I need to get to the toilet…" George helped him off the bed. Luckily the toilet was nearby and they got him there in time. Draco fell to his knees retching. The contents of his stomach spilled into the bowl. George felt awkward and rubbed Draco's back comfortingly while he got sick. Draco sat back on his heels panting. George handed him a towel, which he took gratefully. He knew he had to get Madame Pomphrey but he couldn't leave Draco. His problem was solved seconds later when the door opened and Fred walked in.
"George are you the…are you okay!?" he said when he saw George squatting next to Draco by the toilet.
"Go get Madame Pomphrey Fred, tell her Draco is getting sick." Fred nodded and hurried to find Madame Pomphrey.
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George helped Draco back to bed. Madame Pomphrey rushed in followed by Fred. The twins sat whispering on George's bed while she checked on Draco, muttering all the while.
"I need to get some medicine for him…I'll have to send one of the teachers to get it…they'll have to go to Hogsmeade and apparate from there" She turned to George " I need to send someone, so until I come back keep an eye on him. When he wakes get him to drink something." George nodded and watched her leave.
"What's wrong with him George?" Fred asked. George shook his head.
"I don't know Fred…I've never seen a wizard this sick…its almost like he's a muggle…" Both boys turned to watch Draco. They chatted until Draco woke. Draco opened his eyes slowly…he thought he was seeing double until he noticed that they were wearing different clothes. He sat up weakly.
"Here" George said handing him a bowl of soup "Madame Pomphrey said that you were to eat it." Draco shook his head.
"But you haven't eaten in ages" George scolded. "At least drink this" he placed a glass of juice in Draco's hands. Draco took a few sips before putting it back on the tray.
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"I see your two nurses are looking after you Mr. Malfoy." The all looked around to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Would you two mind leaving while I have a chat with Mr. Malfoy" Draco gulped…more questions. Dumbledore settled himself in the seat next to the bed and looked at Draco. Draco immediately looked away, unable to meet the headmasters gaze. He fidgeted with the blankets.
"Do you feel like telling me what happened yet Draco?" he asked softly. Draco sighed but said nothing.
"I'd hate to have to use Veritaserum on you Mr. Malfoy…" Draco looked up sharply.
"But you can't" he whispered.
"I'm afraid you leave me no choice Draco…we need to find out what happened to you in order to help you."
"Can't you just leave me alone…it makes no difference if you help me or not, my life is as good as over when the holidays come…" he said bitterly. His face fell when he realized what he had said
"I…uh…I didn't mean that…" he mumbled. Dumbledore said nothing; he just stared at him. Draco wished he hadn't let that out.
"Will you contact my father?" he asked fearfully.
"I'm afraid we'll have to if your condition worsens." Draco felt as if his heart had stopped beating. He couldn't breathe. Dumbledore got up and left.
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Draco began to sob. If his father was notified he might be sent home. He looked around him. He could see only one way out of this. His eyes settled on a knife. He pulled back the sheets and got out of bed. The floor was cold under his barefeet but he hardly noticed. He picked up the knife staring at the sharp blade. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he blinked trying to clear his eyes. He pulled up his sleeves and was just about to slash his wrists when Fred and George walked in.
"Draco no!!" George shouted when he saw what Draco was about to do. Draco looked up momentarily startled before bringing the knife down and plunging it into the soft pale skin on his wrist. George ran over and grabbed the knife before he had the chance to slit the other.
"Oh God! Oh God! Get Madame Pomphrey now Fred!" he shouted clamping his hand over the wound trying to stop the flow of blood.
"What were you thinking Draco?!" he demanded
"I just want it all to be over…I won't be handed over to him this summer…"
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"To who?" George asked trying to keep him awake.
"To…to Voldemort" George gasped. The blood was seeping through his fingers.
"Damn!" he cried in frustration as the blood stained both his and Draco's pajamas. Madame Pomphrey rushed in followed by Fred, Woods and a few more from the Gryffindor team, who were coming to visit George. They gasped when they saw George kneeling on the floor cradling Draco's body as blood soaked their pajamas and dripped on the floor.
"Get him on the bed quickly George!" George did as he was told and watched as Madame Pomphrey stopped the blood and stitched the wound. She wrapped some gauze tightly around his wrist.
"What happened?" She snapped at George "I told you to watch him, not kill him!" George was speechless. He stood staring, his mouth hanging open.
"It's not George's fault! Professor Dumbledore came in and asked us to leave while he talked to Malfoy. When we came back in Draco was trying to slit his wrists. George saved his life!!" Fred shouted standing up for his brother.
"Sorry George" she said curtly "I'll be back in a minute…I have to speak to Professor Dumbledore" She was absolutely furious. "Make sure he doesn't leave the bed" She left the room storming down the hall to Dumbledore's office in a foul temper.
To Be Continued…
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Well I hope you liked this chapter. I'm extremely grateful for all the reviews I got and I hope you review this chapter too cuz I jus' luv reviews!!