Draco woke up to the most mouth-watering smell. He lifted up his body to sit up, he was a little dizzy. He often thought that he shouldn't play Quidditch today, he was dizzy these last few days. Madame Pomfrey just said it was a little thing going around, that he shouldn't worry. He got on his feet and put on his Slytherin clothes. He better be feeling good when it came to Quidditch, his team depends on him, he was the seeker. Draco walked around the dungeon, he often forgot how to get around the maze. Draco just stood there.
"Give me a break." Draco sighed.
He heard footsteps coming his way. It was Crabbe and Goyle. They looked at him.
"Are you all right Draco?" Crabbe asked.
"What do you mean chubby?" Draco asked and smiled.
"You are really pale, your cheeks are flushed and you are sweating." Goyle said.
"It's too hot down here that's the problem!" Draco said and slicked down the wall.
"I always thought it was too cold, but you are sick!" Crabbe said and picked up Draco. Draco struggled and pushed Crabbe away.
"I'm all right! Don't touch me again!!" Draco yelled.
"Sorry." Crabbe apologized.
"Show me the way out. I forget." Draco said quietly.
Crabbe and Goyle were surrounding him. Crabbe was at the back, Goyle was leading the way. They headed up the stairs to the Entrance Hall. They all came out of the Slytherin house.
"I have Quidditch match…Against Gryffindor…Go away or cheer for me." Draco said and head out to Hogwarts Grounds. He walked around and then he saw the stadium in view. Since when were there two stadiums? Draco shook his head and continued walking.
"I must look drunk." He said to himself.
He entered the Quidditch Stadium and went into the Slytherin locker room. They all watched as Draco walked over to his locker and got dressed. The captain approached him.
"You look bad Draco." He said.
"Shut-up! Everyone's been saying that! Just leave me alone! I'm alright!" Draco shouted.
"Captain! We're on now!" One of the players said.
Draco grabbed his broom, he was ready for this. He entered the field. "Up." Draco commanded.
He went into the air and flew around.
"Hello and welcome to the last match of the season! Heated rivalry between these two teams. They both look so serious getting the cup." Lee Jordan told the crowd.
"Let's begin!" Lee yelled.
Draco flew around trying to find the snitch. It was pretty much impossible. He looked to the stands. Oh no. His father, Lucius Malfoy was there. He waved and Lucius waved back irritated. Draco's vision was going blurry. His head hurt, his muscles were hurting, he suddenly felt weak. He was going down. He felt himself fall off the broom.
"Draco!!" Lucius screamed.
Draco awoke in the informatory. He looked around but only saw his father, Snape and his two blockhead friends.
"Draco?" His father's words were like a blur to his ear.
"Father…I'm sorry about the match." Draco said.
"It's alright. It is going to be played when you are better." Lucius said to his son.
"How did I get here. I remember falling off my broom and you screaming." Draco said and shook his head.
"As much as I hate to admit it. Guess who saved you? It was Harry Potter." Lucius sneered.
"Potter? Why would he save me?" Draco asked.
"Visiting hours are over Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey said.
"Bye son." Lucius said and left the room.
"I will come everyday to give you your homework. But you don't have to do it. I will just give you an A+ on everything if you attempt to do it." Snape half smiled. He walked out of the room too.
"Boys. Out." Pomfrey commanded.
Crabbe and Goyle went out.
Draco was now all alone in the dark. If she wanted Draco to stay here and sleep then she's crazy! He got up and fell against the wall, he slided along the way and to the door. He opened the door and slid down the hall. He saw stairs. He sighed and slowly went down them. He heard footsteps and hid behind a wall. They walked right past him. He slide around the corner and went up the stairs, he didn't know where he was going. He sighed. He couldn't go up any more, he walked around the seventh floor for the longest time.
"What are doing up here Malfoy? You are supposed to be in the informatory." A voice hit him. He turned around to see Fred and George Weasley.
"Go away. I'm trying to find the dungeons…" Draco slurred and drooled.
"Well…You are in the Gryffindor tower and about to get pointed deducted from you." Fred told him.
Draco couldn't hold his round and fell to the ground. Another blackout.
We woke up in the informatory again.
"Mr. Malfoy! You do not leave this room like that again! Do you hear me!?" Pomfrey told him.
"Shut-up…" Draco sighed.
"Malfoys!" She screamed and went off.
"Draco. Please I'm concerned for your safety. Please stay in the bed." Another voice hit him and he looked the other way to see his father.
"Father…These beds are hard, the food is gross here. I want to play Quidditch. I hate this!" Draco coughed and gasped for air.
"Draco…You have severe Bronchitis. The one that deals with the brain's functions. It will wear off in a couple of months." Lucius told him.
"MONTHS!!!???" Draco yelled and sat up. He felt back down hard because he was extremely dizzy.
"Draco please don't do that again. I only want you to be healthy." Lucius said and stood up, he walked by the bed and left.
Draco started to weep, he didn't want to stay here for months. He started to breathe heavy. It was getting hard to breathe.
"Hold still Draco." Pomfrey said and opened Draco's shirt and put a stethoscope to Draco's chest.
"Is it hard to breathe Draco?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said.
She went out and came in with this funny looking thing and put it over Draco mouth and chanted a spell. Draco felt like he could breath so easily now. He felt so good that he fell asleep.
"Give me a break." Draco sighed.
He heard footsteps coming his way. It was Crabbe and Goyle. They looked at him.
"Are you all right Draco?" Crabbe asked.
"What do you mean chubby?" Draco asked and smiled.
"You are really pale, your cheeks are flushed and you are sweating." Goyle said.
"It's too hot down here that's the problem!" Draco said and slicked down the wall.
"I always thought it was too cold, but you are sick!" Crabbe said and picked up Draco. Draco struggled and pushed Crabbe away.
"I'm all right! Don't touch me again!!" Draco yelled.
"Sorry." Crabbe apologized.
"Show me the way out. I forget." Draco said quietly.
Crabbe and Goyle were surrounding him. Crabbe was at the back, Goyle was leading the way. They headed up the stairs to the Entrance Hall. They all came out of the Slytherin house.
"I have Quidditch match…Against Gryffindor…Go away or cheer for me." Draco said and head out to Hogwarts Grounds. He walked around and then he saw the stadium in view. Since when were there two stadiums? Draco shook his head and continued walking.
"I must look drunk." He said to himself.
He entered the Quidditch Stadium and went into the Slytherin locker room. They all watched as Draco walked over to his locker and got dressed. The captain approached him.
"You look bad Draco." He said.
"Shut-up! Everyone's been saying that! Just leave me alone! I'm alright!" Draco shouted.
"Captain! We're on now!" One of the players said.
Draco grabbed his broom, he was ready for this. He entered the field. "Up." Draco commanded.
He went into the air and flew around.
"Hello and welcome to the last match of the season! Heated rivalry between these two teams. They both look so serious getting the cup." Lee Jordan told the crowd.
"Let's begin!" Lee yelled.
Draco flew around trying to find the snitch. It was pretty much impossible. He looked to the stands. Oh no. His father, Lucius Malfoy was there. He waved and Lucius waved back irritated. Draco's vision was going blurry. His head hurt, his muscles were hurting, he suddenly felt weak. He was going down. He felt himself fall off the broom.
"Draco!!" Lucius screamed.
Draco awoke in the informatory. He looked around but only saw his father, Snape and his two blockhead friends.
"Draco?" His father's words were like a blur to his ear.
"Father…I'm sorry about the match." Draco said.
"It's alright. It is going to be played when you are better." Lucius said to his son.
"How did I get here. I remember falling off my broom and you screaming." Draco said and shook his head.
"As much as I hate to admit it. Guess who saved you? It was Harry Potter." Lucius sneered.
"Potter? Why would he save me?" Draco asked.
"Visiting hours are over Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey said.
"Bye son." Lucius said and left the room.
"I will come everyday to give you your homework. But you don't have to do it. I will just give you an A+ on everything if you attempt to do it." Snape half smiled. He walked out of the room too.
"Boys. Out." Pomfrey commanded.
Crabbe and Goyle went out.
Draco was now all alone in the dark. If she wanted Draco to stay here and sleep then she's crazy! He got up and fell against the wall, he slided along the way and to the door. He opened the door and slid down the hall. He saw stairs. He sighed and slowly went down them. He heard footsteps and hid behind a wall. They walked right past him. He slide around the corner and went up the stairs, he didn't know where he was going. He sighed. He couldn't go up any more, he walked around the seventh floor for the longest time.
"What are doing up here Malfoy? You are supposed to be in the informatory." A voice hit him. He turned around to see Fred and George Weasley.
"Go away. I'm trying to find the dungeons…" Draco slurred and drooled.
"Well…You are in the Gryffindor tower and about to get pointed deducted from you." Fred told him.
Draco couldn't hold his round and fell to the ground. Another blackout.
We woke up in the informatory again.
"Mr. Malfoy! You do not leave this room like that again! Do you hear me!?" Pomfrey told him.
"Shut-up…" Draco sighed.
"Malfoys!" She screamed and went off.
"Draco. Please I'm concerned for your safety. Please stay in the bed." Another voice hit him and he looked the other way to see his father.
"Father…These beds are hard, the food is gross here. I want to play Quidditch. I hate this!" Draco coughed and gasped for air.
"Draco…You have severe Bronchitis. The one that deals with the brain's functions. It will wear off in a couple of months." Lucius told him.
"MONTHS!!!???" Draco yelled and sat up. He felt back down hard because he was extremely dizzy.
"Draco please don't do that again. I only want you to be healthy." Lucius said and stood up, he walked by the bed and left.
Draco started to weep, he didn't want to stay here for months. He started to breathe heavy. It was getting hard to breathe.
"Hold still Draco." Pomfrey said and opened Draco's shirt and put a stethoscope to Draco's chest.
"Is it hard to breathe Draco?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said.
She went out and came in with this funny looking thing and put it over Draco mouth and chanted a spell. Draco felt like he could breath so easily now. He felt so good that he fell asleep.