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CHAPTER 8- Sniffles, Bruises and Monsters
Harry
had given up. It was impossible to wake Draco up
in the
morning.
He used to think it was impossible for him to wake
up
Draco at 17, but dealing with him at three...
The past
week didn't go any easier. After their trip
to Hogsmeade, Draco
thought every time Harry was out
of his sight he was going to get
lost again. No matter
how hard he tried, Draco didn't want him to
go to the
bathroom by himself, but after a talk Draco decided
it
would be better to sit OUTSIDE the door.
Quidditch
practices weren't any better. Hermione now
had to go to them,
trying to keep Draco Company, which
didn't always work.
Taking
him to Sev was worse. Severus didn't want him
getting in to his
potions lab (where he was)
Harry now didn't even TRY to wake
him up. Plus he was
always in a better mood when he woke up on his
own.
So Harry had taken to carrying him into the great
hall...
only a young child could sleep when going in
there... it was
really loud.
So there Harry was, carrying him in.
He
was just getting ready to sit at the table when
Draco woke
up.
"Good morning Dray, are you hungry?"
Draco just shook his head.
"Why not? You need to eat"
Draco
put his head back onto Harry's shoulder. Right
on his bare
neck...
"Draco, You are burning up!"
"I don't feel good Harry"
"I can tell"
'Why
couldn't I tell when I picked him up? Oh great,
what do I do
now?'
Hermione noticed Harry franticly talking to Draco
and
feeling his forehead repeatedly. "Harry,
what's
wrong?"
"Draco
has a fever!" Harry had tears in his eyes," I
can't take
care of him, I have no idea what to do!"
"Harry,
calm down! What do you do when Draco is
usually sick?"
"I
usually stay with him, make sure his fever is
down... stuff like
that"
"You know what to do Harry"
"I do? I do..."
"Yes now go do that"
(x) X (x)
Harry carried Draco up to their room and laid him
down
carefully next to Wufei. Then he went over and got a
glass
of water from the pitcher on the windowsill.
He brought the
glass to Draco and tried to get him to
drink, but he didn't want
to.
Harry gave up and tucked Draco in a little tighter. He
had
classes and Quidditch today... he had missed so
much already, but
there was no way he would leave
Draco like this. Even when Draco
was older, he still
hated to leave his love sick in bed with no
one there
to watch him, so he decided to stay.
He sat
carefully on the bed leaning against the
headboard. Draco stirred
softly, then put his head in
Harry's lap.
Harry went to lie
down next to the blond when Draco
shot up and ran to the bathroom,
trying not to throw
up along the way.
Harry felt horrible.
How could he have let the one
person who meant the most in
the world to him get
sick? It was probably from the last Quidditch
practice
when Draco insisted he be out there, to make sure
no
monsters got him. That was Draco's biggest fear. No
matter
where they were, any new place, Draco would
always cling to him.
(real big difference from normal
huh?) Harry wondered what these
monsters were, but put
that thought on hold as he walked into the
bathroom,
finding his little blond sitting against the
bathtub
half asleep.
Making as little noise as possible,
Harry started the
bath and added the vanilla bubbles Draco usually
used.
Once the bath was filled, Harry stripped Draco and
put
him
in the bath.
He didn't dare leave, even for a moment when
Draco was
in the tub.
Harry carefully washed him, using a
soothing wash he
had gotten from Sev.
Once Draco was
cleaned, Harry grabbed on of the big
fluffy towels from the rack
next to him and pulled
Draco from the bath. He was almost sound
asleep when
Harry laid him on the extended counter they had in
the
bathroom. Harry got out the soothing lotion he had
gotten
in Muggle London. He had found it worked really
well on
Draco.
Once they got back to the bedroom, Harry found
the
shirt Draco usually used for nighttime and put those
and a
pair of boxers on his little one. He put Draco
in bed and stripped
himself down and put on a pair of
cotton sleep pants, then climbed
in next to Draco, who
latched on to the body heat next to
him.
(x) X (x)
Draco had been sick for a week and was
now better.
Which meant he was now ready to take on the
world...
Over the week Draco had gotten a bad cough that
a
cough suppressant couldn't even stop. Harry had taken
him to
see Poppy and she said it was only a cough,
which cooled Harry
down a lot.
But other than that, Draco was fine.
So
there they were, sitting outside on a lovely snowy
day. Harry had
Draco all bundled up so he could play
in the snow with all of the
other Hogwarts'
attendances. But he didn't want to. Apparently
there
was a snow monster somewhere out there.
So Harry sat
down by a tree and read a Gundam Wing
manga to him for the
hundredth time.
Ron came over and plopped down in the snow
next to
them.
"Hey mates, why aren't you playing with
us? You know
you are never too old to play in the snow!"
"There are snow monsters out there!"
"Snow monsters?"
"Yah
Snow monsters. They will eat you if you aren't
careful."
"I
don't know... I've been out there for a while, I
haven't gotten
eaten"
"That's
because you aren't little!" Draco said with
wide eyes, "They
only eat little kids!"
Ron looked confused. Trust Ron to
be confused by a
three year old.
"Hey Dray, if I carry
you, will they eat you?" Harry
asked looking at Draco all the
while.
"No, you're big!" Draco looked at Harry as if
he was
crazy.
"Well then come on!" Harry stood up
with Draco in his
arms.
They played in the snow until the
sun went down and it
was time for dinner.
All in all, it was a good day.
(x) X (x)
"Harry!"
"Hmmm?"
"I gotta go to the bathroommmmm!"
Harry was sitting in
charms class, trying to work on
the in class assignment they had
been given.
Draco had been pretty quiet for the most part.
Harry raised his hand.
"Yes Mr. Potter?"
He
was a seventh year. Seventh years did not ask to go
to the
bathroom during class. It was an unspoken rule.
"May I please go to the bathroom?"
Harry held his face, as it
turned red when his fellow
classmates busted up laughing.
"Umm, yes Mr. Potter, you may.
Harry could hear the class laughing
as they walked
away.
(x) X (x)
Draco was sitting in
DADA and was watching the class
practice the basic spells that
might be on the NEWT
tests. Draco was just sitting there minding
his own
business when he was hit with a spell.
He flew out
of his chair and hit his head on the table
behind him.
Harry
saw what happened and rushed over. The rest of
the class followed
but was held off by Hermione.
Draco was out cold and had a
huge cut on the back of
his head, and nothing had ever scared
Harry so much.
He sat down right next to him and gathered him
in his
arms.
"Draco, Draco wake up, Draco, come on,
get up" he kept
saying little things until Draco woke
up.
When he did he started crying and clung to Harry as
hard
as he could. His head hurt so badly!
Harry picked him up and
took him to the hospital wing,
where Poppy looked him over.
Harry
was given a few pain potions and some shampoo
and conditioner he
could use that didn't bother the
tender area where the large gash
was just a moment
ago. Cuts on younger people took longer to
heal.
By the time dinner was finished, Draco was bathed and
in
bed, Harry couldn't have been happier to see a day
end.
