The Hardships of Being Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: If only, but no, I own nothing.
Pairings: Draco/Potter eventually
Warnings: Whiny self absorbed Draco ahead, (I'm thinking it may take more then just a clue bus smacking into him to get the point across, have to find a bigger vehicle.) not to mention OOC-ness to be had by all.
Authors Note: Short, very short. Not a word from anyone is spoken in this part. Just filler till the next part really, nothing to earth shattering. Hugs to readers, kisses and bribes to reviewers! And Again Sorry for the long interludes between chapters, but I was with out computer, (save for the one at work) and was not able to get any actual writing done.
Forsaken163 - I didn't say he would die, I said he could die. Don't worry I'm not done with this yet.
The Lady Wolfshead - I've missed you! Massive glomming-hugs I was beginning to despair of ever catching up to you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (One for each chapter don't ya know)
Part 13
He was dying.
There was no other explanation for it. The Malfoy line was ending here and now.
Draco Malfoy whimpered pitifully as a particularly nasty cramp ripped through his abdomen, only to quickly arch in a bow like manner the other way as a spasm went down his back. His skin felt far too tight, and was cold and clammy. His mouth felt like it was crammed with cotton, and his breathing was coming in shallow pants. If he was lucky his head was going to split in half.
He longed for the bliss of oblivion, having been there before being pulled to wakefulness, if he could get back maybe the pain would leave.
How long he had been like this, was anyone's guess. Every now and again when the agony became bearable he tried to open his eyes so as to find out what was going on, but he couldn't seem to see anything beyond the white sweat soaked sheets that he lay upon. Even worse was the fact that he could only hear his own panting and whimpers of pain echoing through his head. He had lost his voice to the point that he could no longer scream what felt like years ago, though he still attempted to do so.
Draco shivered violently, causing his teeth to chatter. He just wished this dying thing would hurry up and end. It wasn't like he was having any sort of fun.
Then without warning the pain stopped. Draco could feel the warmth of the air around him. He could even felt what could have been a breath against the back of his neck, as if someone were close enough to feel, but far enough away that they didn't touch.
And there was a sent. It was familiar but so very different from anything he knew. There was the Vanilla and Cloves that his mother was always wearing, but yet it was so different. Her perfume was Sweet and at times overpowering, but this was tempered with sandalwood and tea leaves.
There was also a low, slightly off pitch humming coming from behind him. He wondered if maybe he should make an attempt to find out who this mystery person was, but found the prospect of opening his eyes to be too daunting.
He felt his body shift of it's own accord, tipping backward to the source of the warmth, until it was resting against someone who was, thankfully, no longer humming. He relaxed further as an arm carefully wrapped itself around his torso. It had been so long since Draco had allowed himself the pleasure of a comforting embrace without having another motive, or seriously questioning the motives of the other party.
His mind attempted to wander briefly and figure out who it was that would be holding him so gently, as if Draco were very dear to them. But his body was far to drained for serious thought. It didn't really matter who it was, right now it was enough to know someone cared.
He smiled slightly as his mind gave up clinging to consciousness, finally letting his body drag him down into a heavy slumber. The sound of low, slightly off key humming filling his ears as it started back up. It was one of those ridiculously catchy tunes that were really crap, but always seemed to be playing on the radio.
Great it was probably going to infiltrate his dreams, and of course wreck his sleep.
Stupid song.