It was difficult to define the current thoughts in Draco's unstable mentality. He was attacked by a sudden, violent migraine. His heart yearned for Blaise. He felt his body hunch over, a chill running through his spine, his skin longing for Blaise's strong arms around him, to protect him, to warm him. He felt his knees buckle, and his cheeks fall onto the rough stone. He could hear muffled screams and concerned calls. But he was much too weak to respond. He struggled to stand but his muscles refused to cooperate.
Blaise…He longed for him. He could see Blaise's smiling face hovering over him. He wanted so much to be with Blaise. This was too cruel.
Suddenly there was a crowd forming over his fallen figure. He wanted to chase them away. They were distracting him. They were blocking the light, he was being trapped in their shadows. He could not see Blaise's face anymore.
"B-blaise…" Be called out wearily. His voice soft and tentative. His pleas were unheard in the chorus of shocked and panicked students.
"Excuse me! Let me through!" He heard a strong commanding voice fend away the crowd. He felt himself being raised from his spot. Strong arms wrapping themselves around his body, handling him with gentle precision. He felt a surge of warmth around him as the man held him tight. He felt safe. "Can you hear me?"
Yes! But he was too weak. The words died on his lips, he let out a weak sigh. He gathered the last of his strength, focusing on the face of the man. He opened his eyes slowly. Trying to regain composure.
"I'm going to bring you to the hospital wing, alright? Madam Pomfrey will tend to you there." He heard the soothing voice whisper comfortingly into his ear. The warm breath on his cheek alarmed him slightly. He felt himself being lifted, and strong arms wrap themselves around his body once more. He was hoisted, and felt the man sprinting.
"H-h-help…" He muttered.
"Don't worry. We're close now." The voice whispered to him again. He smiled, feeling safe. Feeling protected. "Madame Pomfrey!"
"Goodness gracious!" He heard a slight argument ensue. He shut his eyes, unable to fight against the strong surge of fatigue that over took him. He could feel himself being placed onto a soft hospital bed. Blankets being wrapped around him. "Alright now, Demetrius. Thank you. But you must leave. I have to tend to Mr. Malfoy."
He opened his eyes, fighting his fatigue. He wanted to see the man who had helped him. The man with the strong arms and the soothing voice. His eyes flitted to the door of the room, he was shocked.
Dark hair. Golden skin. The boy from the tracks. He looked worried, staring at Draco's limp form. The sight of the boy gave him a shudder of excitement. He fought silently against Madame Pomfrey's strong arms.
"Hi…" he whispered. Reaching an arm out at the young boy. The worried expression faded. Replaced by the most beautiful smile Draco had ever seen.
"Get out NOW!" Madame Pomfrey practically shoved Demetrius out of the room.
A/N: Omg! It's been too long! Hahaha…when did I last update! My god! I am soooo sorry. I've just been terribly busy. I thank you all for liking this story. Now I know that my story has been deteriorating. But please, give me a break. It's been months since I last wrote ANYTHING. I've been so busy. Thanks you all! I hope you like this addition. PLEASE PLEASE review. Also, don't worry. I have more time on my hands now. I'll update much earlier now. Thank you for your patience.