Well, since most of u seem to think I'm evil for leaving you with a cliffhanger, then I guess I could write more.... Lol. But take heed, you may not like what you read. Oh! And Colin's Syndrome is something I've used once or twice, it's my own disease, that varies, and is purely fictional. Actually, I don't think I've ever actually had anyone survive it... hmm...
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Madam Pomfrey just shook her head, breaking off in mid-sentence, as Draco listened on the edge of his seat, deaf to the giggles of his infant daughter in the background. "I'm sorry Draco, but for all our medical magic, there are some things that can't be cured; I'm sure you know this already, but... You see, Harry has Colin's Disease. In some cases, yes, it can be cured, but Harry is already in the far advanced stages. Don't feel bad," she added quickly, seeing the shell-shocked look on Draco's face. "It's nearly impossible to diagnose in the early stages, which is why most people don't realize it until it's already far too late."
The blonde Slytherin stared at his lover, laying pale and silent on the white bedclothes, his eyes shut in a restless sleep. Jade was laying on her father's chest, curdled tightly against his body for warmth, despite the heat in the Infirmary. Draco just shook his head in despair, resting his head in his arms and letting the tears fall, burning down his face. "God, Harry, why did this have to happen now? Don't you realize how much I love you? How much Jade needs you, there's nothing I can't achieve with you, but separated from your love, I'm just a shell. I can't take care of Jade alone, and even with Snape and Mum helping me, there's just no way. I love you too much Harry, I'd die without you. And Jade, she needs her other daddy. She loves you to Harry, sometimes I can't even get her to sleep unless your home to read her a story."
There was no clock in the Infirmary, so Draco never knew when he awoke, all he knew is that the sunshine was streaming through the window, and that he wasn't in his own chambers. Rubbing his eyes on the back of his robe, Draco straightened himself up, and looked around, the memory of the previous night filling him with dread. He dared not look at Harry, at what he knew would be nothing more then a cold corpse, until, he heard Jade's burbling giggle, and on instinct, turned to the bed. Harry was sitting against the back pillows, grinning at Draco, Jade propped up in his lap, grinning. His face had returned to it's healthy color, and no sign of the sickness marred his angelic beauty.
Draco just stared for a moment. "Harry?" he whispered with infinite softness, and he nodded, his lips turning up at the corners. "Don't cry, my Dragon,.... Don't cry... I'm alright. I don't now how, but, I'm alright." He just stared, not noticing the wetness on his cheeks, and launched himself at the dark-haired boy, lying on the bed. "Harry!!!!!" he half-screamed, half-sobbed, as the boys embraced tightly, little Jade squirming and giggling between them
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ok, sorry that's so short, but I have to go.. grr..... and I promise I'll try and make the chapters longer. Or, short and more often. Something like that.
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Madam Pomfrey just shook her head, breaking off in mid-sentence, as Draco listened on the edge of his seat, deaf to the giggles of his infant daughter in the background. "I'm sorry Draco, but for all our medical magic, there are some things that can't be cured; I'm sure you know this already, but... You see, Harry has Colin's Disease. In some cases, yes, it can be cured, but Harry is already in the far advanced stages. Don't feel bad," she added quickly, seeing the shell-shocked look on Draco's face. "It's nearly impossible to diagnose in the early stages, which is why most people don't realize it until it's already far too late."
The blonde Slytherin stared at his lover, laying pale and silent on the white bedclothes, his eyes shut in a restless sleep. Jade was laying on her father's chest, curdled tightly against his body for warmth, despite the heat in the Infirmary. Draco just shook his head in despair, resting his head in his arms and letting the tears fall, burning down his face. "God, Harry, why did this have to happen now? Don't you realize how much I love you? How much Jade needs you, there's nothing I can't achieve with you, but separated from your love, I'm just a shell. I can't take care of Jade alone, and even with Snape and Mum helping me, there's just no way. I love you too much Harry, I'd die without you. And Jade, she needs her other daddy. She loves you to Harry, sometimes I can't even get her to sleep unless your home to read her a story."
There was no clock in the Infirmary, so Draco never knew when he awoke, all he knew is that the sunshine was streaming through the window, and that he wasn't in his own chambers. Rubbing his eyes on the back of his robe, Draco straightened himself up, and looked around, the memory of the previous night filling him with dread. He dared not look at Harry, at what he knew would be nothing more then a cold corpse, until, he heard Jade's burbling giggle, and on instinct, turned to the bed. Harry was sitting against the back pillows, grinning at Draco, Jade propped up in his lap, grinning. His face had returned to it's healthy color, and no sign of the sickness marred his angelic beauty.
Draco just stared for a moment. "Harry?" he whispered with infinite softness, and he nodded, his lips turning up at the corners. "Don't cry, my Dragon,.... Don't cry... I'm alright. I don't now how, but, I'm alright." He just stared, not noticing the wetness on his cheeks, and launched himself at the dark-haired boy, lying on the bed. "Harry!!!!!" he half-screamed, half-sobbed, as the boys embraced tightly, little Jade squirming and giggling between them
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ok, sorry that's so short, but I have to go.. grr..... and I promise I'll try and make the chapters longer. Or, short and more often. Something like that.