~Unmarked Disease~

The voice came again, "Draco! Get your fat, lazy arse up out of that bed!"

Draco slowly opened his eyes. They were burning worse then before, but he kept them open, "Pansy? What are you doing here?"

"Hello! It's Monday! We have school!" Pansy looked over him like he was crazy.

"What?!" Draco shot up causing his headache to scream in his head. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes.

"Are you ok? You don't look to good. Maybe you should stay here and sleep."

"No, I'm fine. Really. Just a headache."

"Your eyes are red."

"They're just irritated."

"Ok then," Pansy sighed, "Get dressed then."

Draco stood up despite his screaming back. He winced in pain as soon as he turned away from Pansy. He grabbed a school robe from his dresser and hobbled into the bathroom.

"Give me five minutes," Draco grumbled.

Pansy nodded; a worry expression filled her features.

Draco stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He tossed his old clothes into the hamper and threw on his school robes. He quickly brushed his teeth and combed his hair feeling to bad to actually fix it. He stood staring into the mirror looking at his worn out features. His eyelids drooped, he had slight bags under his eyes, and his eyeballs where flaming red.

'God, I was suppose to sleep only thirty minutes. Instead I slept half of yesterday and last night away. Maybe I'll go see Pomfrey after classes today. I hate going up there. She'll put me in bed for a week.'

Draco walked back out of the bathroom and spotted Pansy sitting on his bed.

"Draco, are you sure you still want to go to classes. You look horrible."

"I'm fine, Pansy," he grumbled in his voice that meant back off.

Pansy sighed, "At least let me put a few concealing charms on your face."

Draco nodded. She walked over to him and waved her wand covering his red eyes and the bags, "That looks a little better."

Draco looked up at her, "Thanks."

"Uh oh, you must be sick. You actually showed appreciation."

"Shove it, Parkinson."

"There's the Draco I know," she smiled, "You gonna be able to make it?"

"Yes! Quit bugging me!" Draco snapped.

Pansy kept quiet, but she watched Draco's every step as he stumbled to the common room and out the entrance. Once in the hallway, Draco seemed to be hiding his state a little better. He walked straighter and didn't limp so much, but he still looked in pain.

Pansy was thanking God that Potions wasn't that far. She walked into class with Draco and sat down beside him watching him closely.

Professor Snape came in and started the lecture right away. Draco tried to keep focus on him, but his eyelids drooped and he couldn't concentrate especially when he was seeing everything in doubles or triples. His back started to throb in pain and it felt like scalding water was being poured over his muscles.

"So get to work!" Snape yelled sending a shot of pain through Draco's head. He winced and tried to get up to grab his potion.

Pansy sat him back down, "Sit, I'll get it."

Draco was too tired to argue, so he just nodded.

Pansy came back with two cauldrons and put one in front of Draco, "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Y-Yeah," Draco's voice sounded strained. Must have been from all that yelling.

Pansy left Draco to his own work and began on hers. Draco, however, eyed his potion and slowly reached for an ingredient. He saw Pansy keeping an eye on him, but he didn't care. He slowly began to stir, mixing in this and that. He shot his eyes open every now and then to keep from falling asleep.

When the grueling class was almost over, all Draco had to do now was stir. Stir an easy figure eight. How he managed to get through the class and get his potion right was a miracle. He thought a lot of it had to do with Pansy. She kept him from putting his spliced roots in too early which would have caused an explosion.

As he was slowly stirring he looked around the room. Snape was sitting at his desk going through more essays with a scowl on his face as usual. The man was never pleased. Most of the Slytherins and Gryffindors were just finishing up and minding their own business. But that's when Draco's gaze focused into Harry's eyes. This was the first time he even remembered Harry was even in here! And he was staring at him looking very worried.

'Why is he staring at me?! Look away!' Draco looked back down at his potion a slight blush creeping into his cheeks which was about the only color there. Draco was still conflicting over loving him. How did he know he loved him? When did it happen? Draco didn't even know the answers, but he wasn't denying it so strongly anymore.

Draco sighed and stood up taking a hold of his potion.

"I'll get it, Draco," Pansy said.

Draco put a hand up, "I'll get it. I'm not helpless."

Pansy sat back down, but her expression didn't change. Draco slowly walked over to the table and set his potion down. He didn't notice Harry coming up behind him.

"Are you ok?"

Draco turned around a little too quickly. The room spinned a little, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look to well. Are you still sick?"

"No, I'm fine, Harry."

"Now I know you're sick."

Draco looked into the Gryffindor's eyes, "Why?"

"Because you just called me Harry."

Draco managed a small chuckle, "I guess I am."

"Why did you come to class today then if you feel so bad?"

His mind screamed, 'I wanted to see you! You!'. He settled for, "I don't know."

Snape came up behind them, "Sit down!"

Draco and Harry both jumped and quickly scurried back to their seats. Draco grabbed his things just as class was dismissed. He and Pansy walked out of the door.

"Shit!" Pansy cursed.

"What?" Draco eyed her.

"I forgot my book. I'll be right back," she dashed off toward the Slytherin dorms.

Draco shook his head and continued to walk forward. He got no more then three yards from the door when a sudden burst of pain shot through his body and up through his chest. He started breathing in ragged gasps and leaned against the stone wall for support. His head seared with pain, his eyes burned, and his back felt like a butcher knife had been stabbed through it. He slowly slid down the wall and sat trying to control his breathing. When he coughed he could taste the metallic tang of his blood in the back of his mouth. Sweat bullets ran off his forehead and down his nose. He couldn't stop shivering; it was so cold.

"Draco!" he heard somewhere. It sounded like Harry, but it was so far away. He felt someone grab his hand and squeeze it.

"Draco, if you can hear me squeeze my hand!"

Draco grunted, but slowly closed his hand around Harry's.

"Professor Snape!" Harry yelled sending more pain through Draco's body.

"This had better be important Pott..." Draco heard Snape cut off, "We have to get him to the hospital wing."

Draco felt Harry let go of his hand. He thought he was lifted into someone's arms, but he couldn't tell, and he didn't dare open his eyes; he felt too weak. He fell unconscious for a few minutes. The next thing he remembered was hearing doors burst open.

"Madam Pomfrey!" he heard Harry shout; his voice somewhere above him.

"Oh Merlin!" she shrieked, "Get him on that bed!"

Draco felt himself being slowly lowered onto a mattress. After a few seconds his body began to tingle slightly through all the pain. He opened his eyes slightly. Pomfrey was staring over him pointing her wand around him looking very worried.

"What are the symptoms?" Pomfrey looked down at him.

Draco's voice cracked horribly, "Migraines, back pains, my eyes burn, loss of appetite, double vision."

Pomfrey looked puzzled, "My wand isn't picking up on anything. This is unusual."

Harry finally spoke up, "Are you saying he has an unmarked disease?!"

"Harry, calm down. There's no need to get excited."

Draco choked, "What's an unmarked disease?" He was too tired to remember anything at the moment.

Pomfrey's face saddened, "Well Draco. It's... it's a disease that has no known cure even in the wizarding world. And..."

"And I could die," Draco looked up at the three of them.

"Don't worry, it's probably just some flu or something," Pomfrey gave a fake smile, but her eyes said it all, "Professor Snape, can I see you outside?"

Pomfrey and Snape walked out of the doors leaving Harry and Draco alone. Draco started to shiver.

"Are you cold?" Harry's voice was almost lifeless.

"Yeah."

Harry pulled out another blanket from underneath the bed and unfolded it over Draco.

"Thanks," Draco whispered. He looked into Harry's green eyes; they had grown dim, "Hey, don't worry about me. I'm your enemy; you're suppose to be rejoicing."

Harry blinked back a tear, "I don't want you to die."

Draco lifted his hand up to Harry's cheek ignoring the pain. Now that he seemed to be on his deathbed he didn't care anymore about denying what he felt. He felt it and that's all he knew.

Harry looked down at Draco for a moment looking surprised. Draco was beginning to think he had made a mistake and grew nervous. He started to take his hand back, but Harry finally leaned into his touch. Draco looked up into Harry's glowing emerald eyes and gave a painful smile. He caressed the dark haired boy's cheek with his thumb, "I'll be fine."

Harry grabbed for Draco's other hand, squeezing it tight. Draco worked up the courage to do only what they had done in a game. He pulled Harry closer, guiding his head with his hand. Harry half closed his eyes keeping eye contact with him. Their lips came together in a lust filled kiss. Draco felt more lightning bolts go through his lips from the tenderness. Harry once again tasted like chocolate.

Draco parted his lips and ran his tongue slowly over the bottom of Harry's lip begging for entrance. Harry granted his wish by parting his mouth open. Draco explored every inch of his mouth taking in all the different tastes; feeling the warmth. He ran his tongue over Harry's making him shiver. Harry moaned slightly causing Draco to smile.

Draco closed his eyes giving in to the sensation. Never had he felt like this before. Even the horrible pain his body felt wasn't as strong. His mind block out everything but the feeling in his lips. Draco ran his hand through Harry's dark hair playing with the tresses on the back of his neck making him shiver. Harry leaned even more into Draco, deepening the kiss. He brought his other hand up toward Draco's face caressing his cheek, feeling the soft, smooth skin. They hungrily explored each other's mouths searching for anything they might have missed.

After what seemed like seconds the two boys broke apart for air. They kept each other's gaze, staring lustfully into the other's eyes; silver mixed with green. The only other time they had done that was a dare; a joke. This wasn't a joke or a game. This was real, Harry wanted him and he could see it.

"I don't want you to die," Harry repeated.

"I am not going to die," Draco tried to sound like he meant it, but even he didn't know.

"I'll find a cure, I promise," Harry whispered.

"Harry, no one has found a cure for an unmarked disease. That's why they called them unmarked diseases."

"I'll find one," Harry repeated.

Draco brushed away a stray tear from Harry's cheek, "I'll be fine."

But when Madam Pomfrey came back in, her head was down and she looked worried. Not a good sign, not a good sign at all.