A/N: YAY!!!  Another chapter done!!  Score!!!  I'm so happy… I hope you all got a chance to read my latest Author's note.  Umm… Not much else… OH!!  I suggest listening to 'Emotion' by Destiny's Child while reading this… It may Help because I was listening to it while I wrote this. 

Chapter Nineteen

Sick in November and How Could You?

The season changed from summer to fall and put us in November.  The school received fifty new students in September; Gryffindor received about twelve of them.  Hermione was made a prefect too.  Ana was just as annoying as ever.  I nearly decked her one but Harry grabbed my wrist in time.

The Quidditch team was completely different accept for Harry; they had all graduated.  The chasers were: Colin Creevey, Dean Thomas and a second year named Pangea St. Jacques, second year or not she was damn good!  The Beaters were Ginny Weasley and Ron.  Seeker, of course, was Harry and I was made the keeper.  I was quite good at it too.  I mean the only reason I was seeker on Slytherin team was that the previous seeker had graduated and I was the only person willing to take on Marcus Flint's rage after loosing.  To be honest, I didn't think I was a great seeker.  The only reason I stuck with it was to piss Harry off. 

Father returned to full health; it turns out they used the Cruciatus Curse on him and not only does it cause excruciating physical pain but also extreme mental anguish.  He moved yet again, to another manor.  He still didn't tell me where it was though.  Dumbledore helped him put extra protection spells on it, so we really didn't have to worry about more attacks. 

Professor Alkenbrack had quit due to family problems, which meant we had yet another DADA teacher.  You'll never guess who… Charlie Weasley.  I heard Ron say something about him wanting to take a brake from the Dragon scene. 

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"Harry Potter catches the snitch!!!" Seamus shouted into the microphone as he jumped up and down.  He was a very enthusiastic commentator.  "Gryffindor win!  Gryffindor wins!!!!  Wooooo!!"

The match was against Ravenclaw and it was not even a big match but it was an almost completely new team.  It was well after dark but everyone (from Gryffindor) remained and they poured onto the pitch, cheering like mad!

"You make a better Keeper than a seeker," whispered a voice in my ear.  I whipped around quickly, nearly taking out several Gryffindors with my broomstick by doing so.

"Thanks, dad, really," I said sarcastically but he was right. 

"No problem," he said smiling slightly.  I hugged him.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to see how you adjusted to your new position and new team," he replied then looked at his pocket watch, "but I have to get back to work.  So, have a good remaining term and I shall see you and Harry at Christmas then?"

"Yup, did you want us there on Christmas eve or Christmas morning?"

"It doesn't matter," he replied.

"What about Christmas Eve?" I asked.

"Very well.  I'll see you then.  See you later, Draco," he hugged me.

"Love you," I said quietly.

"Love you too."  And with that he swept from the pitch with all of his grandeur. 

"Draco!"  Harry called running over to me from his friends.  At that point Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Neville were 'his' friends but they were starting to grow on me. 

"Har-," his lips cut me off.  He pressed his body as close to mine as he could. 

Harry was always pumped after playing and winning a Quidditch match.  That day was no different.  His adrenaline was running high and her was so happy.  That was the perfect recipe for sex with that boy.  Last year, when Gryffindor won the Quidditch and House Cup, he was so hyped that we didn't leave the dormitory for the entire weekend, except to shower.  He conjured us food and everything.  It was great!

I always wondered what he did before I came along…  Remember we were both virgins on Christmas night of the previous year.   Oh well, I'm sure he found ways.  

 We both ran for the dorms, hand in hand.  Up the front steps, down endless corridors and through the portrait hole, finally we made it to our bed.  Hands scrambled to remove robes, mouths kissing and licking greedily at every inch of exposed flesh.  Soon, our bodies became one and we moved with a rhythm that was all our own.   

"Oh god!  Harry!" I cried as we came.  He collapsed beside me panting and kissed me languidly on the neck. 

"I think we're going to need a stronger silencing charm," Harry said matter-of-factly. 

"Mighty sure of yourself aren't you?" I said slyly. 

"Well then," he huffed.

"Oh, hun, I'm kidding, your amazing," I giggled. 

"That's better," he smiled.  I laughed right out that time. 

It was a Friday night around midnight in late November and I was surprised we hadn't woken anyone.  It was that good.  We were lying there together in our understanding silence.  My eyelids were drooping and I could feel sleep taking hold.

"G'night Harry," I said as I snuggled close to him and lay my head on his chest, which was gently rising and falling.

"Love you," Harry said as he put his arms around me.

"Love you too," I said softly against his chest and together we fell into a restful slumber. 

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I opened my eyes and found myself looking at Harry.  He was stroking the side of my face lightly with his index finger.   He brought it down to run over my lips, which I parted and took his finger into my mouth.   He moaned softly and I smiled.  I gently took his hand from my mouth and was guiding it down my body when…

"Hold that thought," I said as I covered my mouth and leant over the waste bin.  I threw up and woke up the rest of the dormitory by doing so. 

"Ugh, gross!  That's worse than listening to you guys moo and goo over each other," Seamus said as he covered his ears.

"Shut up!" Harry said as he leaned over and rubbed my back.  Once I was finished I sat up.

"Whoa," I said straightening up, "déjà vu," I coughed and then wiped my mouth with a nearby shirt. 

"Crap, I guess so.  Are you ok?" He asked quietly and held out a clean shirt for me to put on.

"I think so," I said taking the shirt from his hands.

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"Are you sure you're all right?" Harry asked as I pushed away the food in front of me.

"Yeah, I'm just not hungry," I replied lightly and smiled as convincingly as I could.   

It was a week after the throwing up incident and I really was not feeling quite so well; I just don't like people fussing over me.  It's annoying.  I decided to go see Madam Pomfrey that afternoon, just as soon as I could get away from them.  Which was surprisingly easy.  They're so trusting, I think.  I told them I left some things in the Library and left them.

I had to tell Harry I'd be all right doing by myself.  I don't know why I don't like people coming with me to get looked at by the nurse, I just don't.  So, away I went.

"Madam Pomfrey?" I inquired quietly as I walked into the wing.

"Hello Draco.  What can I do for you today?" She said as she finished making one of the beds. 

"Well, I haven't been feeling well all week," I informed her. 

"And?" She asked as she sat down on the bed she had just made.

"And what?"

"Is that all?"

"Well, I've thrown up a few times," I replied.

"When?" She asked, watching me closely, looking me up and down.

"Mostly when I wake up but once after breakfast," I stated a little embarrassed to be telling her about the way I was throwing up. 

"Okay, well… I think I may have something that will help," she waved her wand and a small bottle appeared in her hand.  "This is 'Anti-Queasy' it should help, but take it easy ok?"

"Okay and Thank you," I said as I took the bottle.

"Take two drops before you go to bed and two drops after you wake up," she said firmly.  "No more, no less."

"Got it.  Thanks again," I said as I left.   

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"This hasn't helped," I informed Madam Pomfrey a little annoyed that the 'Anti-Queasy' didn't work.  I had been taking it for a month and nothing changed.

"Oh, that's odd.  Usually it does," she said as she stood from behind her desk and took the bottle from me.

"If anything, it's made it worse!" I snapped.  I was very moody at that time and at that point I didn't understand why. 

"No need to throw a fit," she said as she took the bottle over to the medicine/potion cabinet. 

"Is there anything stronger?" I asked desperately because throwing up every morning was not one of my favourite things to do.

"There is but I have to send for it.  I'll have to speak to the Headmaster first," she said thoughtfully.  "I could probably have the medicine for you in a fortnight… perhaps sooner."

"Thanks," I said flatly and left her there. 

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"Well, what did she say?" Harry demanded as I came into the common room.

"That she is going to try and get me something stronger," I said as I walked past him and marched upstairs. 

"See you guys later," I heard Harry tell Ron and Hermione, and then he followed me upstairs.

"You didn't have to come up here," I said as I took off my clothes and got under the blankets of our bed.

"I know I didn't have to, but if your not feeling well I want to try and make you feel better," he said as he took off his clothes and got in next to me.  I curled up close to him and he held me tight.  "Do you know what tomorrow is?"

"Umm, the first day of the rest of our lives?" I replied as if it was the most important thing he could be mentioning.  Of course I knew what it was.

"Keep guessing."

"Well, Harry what?  I just can't seem to think of anything!" I said quietly.  I could tell I was making him mad.

"Our one year anniversary," he said levelly though I knew it took some effort to keep it so. 

"Oh yeah!" I said in mock surprise.  He didn't say anything.  I smacked him lightly with my hand.  "Do you honestly think I could forget the anniversary of one of the best things to ever happen to me?"  

"No," he smiled.

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"Happy Anniversary!!" Ron and Hermione said happily as we came down the stairs.

"Thanks guys!" Harry smiled as we sat down on a couch across from them. 

"Oh god!  You mean it's been a year!" Seamus exclaimed as he came down the stairs from the boys' dormitory.  He jumped from behind the couch to in between Ron and Hermione.  "Is the sex boring yet?"

"Seamus!" Hermione exclaimed and smacked the Irish boy upside the head. 

"Ow!  I was just curious," he laughed as he gingerly rubbed the right side of his head. 

"Well, if you really want to know," I said with a sly smile and Seamus sat up looking deeply interested in what I had to say.  I leaned in really close to him and he followed suit.  "It's fucking amazing," I whispered.  I know I keep saying 'amazing' but really there is no other word for it. 

"Draco!" Harry said slightly embarrassed.

"I was just being honest, Harry!" I smiled and cuddled up next to him.  Seamus was just sitting looking dazed. 

"Thanks for the information, Draco, really," Ron said matter-of-factly, with a weird sort of look on his face.  I just smiled smugly at him.  "Anyway… Do you two guys have anything planned for tonight?"

"Yes, I've got something planned," Harry replied.  That meant I was to cover next years anniversary. 

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Betrayal?

I was to meet him by the lake where he first confessed (well sort of) his love.  I was in a particularly good mood; it was our one-year anniversary after all and I was taking my time walking leisurely down the corridors. 

I was soon in the entrance hall when I spotted a couple making out and appearing to be really getting into.  Normally, I would have told them to get a room but I was in a very happy mood and the word 'aww' came to mind.  The only thing that was wrong with the picture was that they were right up against the door handles, thus stopping me from going to my subsequent make out session.  I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me," I said quietly.  "I hate to interrupt but you're both kind of in the way."

They broke apart and I nearly died.  Harry was just kissing Ginny Weasley.  I just stared at him teetering on crying and kicking his ass.  I did neither; I just turned and walked away.  Rage was building up inside of me; blood was pounding in my ears. 

"Draco wait," Harry said as he took my arm.  That month had a lot of 'déjà vu' in it.  I wrenched it out of his hand, stopped but would not look at him.

"Just leave me the fuck alone," I said quietly but my voice shook with fury.  "If this is what you want, just leave me the fuck alone."

"Draco, just let me explain… She cornered… I didn't… I would never… She…  You don't understand…" He said trying to explain quickly but many sentences got jumbled together.

I would not listen.  I 'caught' him making out with Ginny.  What was I supposed to do?  Just smile?  What was I supposed to say?  'That's okay Harry.  I just found you making out with a tramp, I don't mind.'  I left him there and he knew it was futile to follow me. 

You never get a Malfoy in a mood and expect them to forgive you immediately for it.  I walked to the end of the corridor and around the corner with my back straight and my head held high, but the second I was around the corner I broke into a run and let the tears fall.  I made it to Gryffindor Tower in two seconds, wiped my face on my sleeve and walked inside as calmly as I could.

"Draco!  What are you doing here?" Ron asked surprised as he looked up from the chess game that he and Hermione were playing.

"Just getting something," I squeaked.  He looked at Hermione and they had one of their 'looks'.  I swept past them with as much dignity as I could muster. 

I walked up the stairs, threw open the door to our dorm and made my way to our bed.  I conjured a knapsack, threw open the trunk that we shared and stuffed everything that would fit in my knapsack, then walked downstairs.

"Draco, what happened?" Hermione asked gently.

"Nothing," I replied levelly, which surprised me.  I left the common room and walked to our sanctuary.  He was there, of course.

I opened the door and he turned to look at me from the window where he was gazing out at the falling snow.  He had been crying; his eyes were red and he hadn't bothered to wipe the tears from his face. 

"Draco," he sniffed.

"What?" I said harshly.

"You must understand-."

"What Harry?  What is there that I don't understand?  You were making out with Ginny Weasley.  Simple as that!  Do you want me to say that I forgive you or that I don't mind?  Because I can't, Harry, I can't do that!  How could you do that to me?  I mean, if you didn't want to be with me the least you could have done was told me instead of sneak around behind my back!" I spat.  I was seething.  'Pissed the fuck off' was the only way to describe what I was feeling at that moment.

"But that's not-," he tried to explain but I wasn't in the mood for listening.

"Just leave," I said harshly.

"But-."

"Just.  Leave." I said through clenched teeth.  He nodded mutely, walked to the door, put his hand on the knob and turned to me.

"I would never do anything to hurt you.  I love you too much.  You should know that."  He opened the door and left without another word. 

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A/N:  So how was that?  Did everyone like?  I had it done yesterday but I didn't upload it cuz it was so damn late.  I hope everyone liked this… I hope it made sense… I think I got most of the bugs out but what can ya do?  Well, I'll soon have the next chapter up and I bet everyone who doesn't know what's gonna happen is gonna kill me… Oh well, I did just write this for me…  Well, thanks so much for reading and reviewing!!  I love you for it!  Thanks again, luv Gia.