Draco felt like he was going to be sick, he causiously opened his eyes and saw that he was somewhere he had never been before. He weakly turned his head and saw the back of Proffesor Snape. He shut his eyes again. They burned and felt very dry. He wondered if he was dying, he had no idea what was wrong with him, but it felt like shit. He wondered why he was here, and if his father was anywhere near. He thought not, Snape and his father HATED each other, but you never can tell. "Draco, you're awake." Snape said and a cool hand was placed on his burning forehead. "Try to get as much rest as possible, you have a virus." Snape said, sounding like he had assigned homework and Draco would have smiled, had he not been in so much pain. "Yes..." he tried to force out 'sir' but any more exertion was too much, he realized with a morbid amusement, that he was probbably close to death if he couldn'y even say a small word. He hoped he would die, that would get rid of his father, and his mother.... and everyone else that abused him in his life. It was a grim feeling, but not without merit. He slipped comfortably into the blackness, which was getting more familier. (A/N: Okay, so this story has short chapters, I didn't mean for it to, that is just how I'm writing, between blackouts. I'll try to write more to make up for it, but I'm writing so many now! (I almost stopped this one in fact!) But never fear, if I get six reveiws, I promise I'll continue this to the end (the two I already have don't count.) Plz review, and read my other stuff!)