Harry could feel Draco pulling back his hair as he puked his guts up into the bucket next to the bed.
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING SCUM," Harry screamed, trying to push Draco away; but he was so weak. The vomiting and constant shuddering that wracked his body had left him weak as a kitten, lying on the bed in the foetal position, wrapped around the puke bucket which Draco magically cleaned each time.
Draco recoiled slightly, moving to the edge of the bed to give Harry some room. Harry wretched but he had thrown up so much there was nothing left to bring up.
"What kind of sick fuck are you? How can you sit there and watch someone throw up and in so much pain knowing you can help them, but refuse to do so? I hate you, you sick prick," Harry moaned into the pillow clutching his stomach. Draco rolled Harry onto his back and retrieved a cold cloth, wiping his face.
"Please Draco, please, just a little bit, PLEASE DRACO," Harry pleaded and begged against Draco's shoulder, clutching him as tightly as he could to him, sobbing into his robes before beginning to wretch again, Draco clambered to get to the bowl and hand it to Harry before he vomited.
"Please Draco," Harry screamed, his screeching voice filling Draco's head.
"I can't Harry, it's been almost 6 hours, you're doing so fucking well mate, I can't do it now. I have to go soon though, in 2 hours to attend classes. I can't take any time off. You'll be okay though, Harry," Draco whispered.
He hated leaving Harry. He thought it was so fucking unfair that he couldn't stop him from feeling so much hurt without giving him the drugs that were causing the hurt in the first place. But he had to be strong, just like he knew Harry could be.
"FUCK YOU DRACO, I HATE YOU, YOU BEACHED WHALE, YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOURSELF, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD, I HATE YOU," Harry continued to scream at him, cursing at him, spitting at him, fighting to get to him, to hurt him. Draco knew he was only doing it to get to him. It was the drugs talking, not Harry, but he couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror. He had put on some weight. Maybe a little bit too much. You could hardly see his hip or collar bones any more.
"Stop being a fuckwit Draco, he's only saying it 'cause he knows it will get to you," Draco turned his attention back to Harry, who had seemed to calm down slightly.
"Have some chocolate, at least you'll have something to throw up, and then I have to go. I have to have breakfast and go to class, but I will be back during lunch and straight after class ok? You'll be alright Harry." Draco handed Harry a reasonable size of chocolate before collecting his cloak which lay on the floor and wrapping himself in it. Harry nibbled the chocolate but pushed it away, he couldn't eat anything at the moment. Draco sighed and retrieved the rope he had bought with him off the table before returning to Harry and beginning to bind his left hand to the bed post. He was halfway through binding his right when Harry spoke.
"Draco, just out of curiosity… why don't you just use your wand to tie me up instead of using the muggle way?"
Harry had a slight grin on his face when he realized that the idea hadn't even occurred to Draco.
"Shut up, Potter," Draco completed the knot and left Harry alone.
Harry approximated it was an hour since Draco left that the cold sweats and blinding headache started. He was desperate for some pain relief, even just some bloody Panadol, but couldn't get to them because they were sitting on the desk and he was tied up. Draco arrived back at lunch time to find Harry worse then when he left. He was drenched in sweat, his voice horse from screaming out in pain. When Draco released Harry's arms from the rope binding them he had thick rings of rope burn circling his wrist from where he had not only been tossing and turning, trying to get into a comfortable position and trying to ease the pain, but where he had been straining against the ropes, trying to work his way free.
"Give me some fucking Panadol," Harry croaked, exhausted. Draco hurried to the desk and popped out two Panadol, pouring Harry a large glass of water from the jug on the bedside table. Harry took the Panadol's gratefully, gulping down the water and lying back on the bed.
"How do you feel?" Draco asked softly, cringing inwardly at the withering look Harry shot his way. "Ok then, how about you have a shower? It might make you feel better," Draco suggested, putting Harry's glass back on the bedside table. Without replying Harry dragged himself to the edge of bed and got shakily to his feet, shuffling over to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Draco sighed deeply and flopped onto Harry's bed before groaning and sitting straight back up again. His covers where soaked with sweat. Draco retrieved his wand from his pocket and dried the covers best he could. There were fresh ones in the cupboard, but he couldn't be fucked changing them, especially if Harry was just going to get back in and sweat them all up again.
Draco lifted his head as the bathroom door opened five minutes later to see Harry standing on the threshold covered in white goo and moaning.
"Harry, what the fuck happened?" Draco asked, walking over to Harry.
"What? Oh... the water hurts my skin and the baby powder helped a little bit," Harry slid clean pyjama pants on under the towel before unfastening the towel and wiping the excess baby powder off his chest and arms.
Draco, though they where completely under the wrong circumstances, couldn't help but watch Harry wipe himself down. He wasn't as muscly has Draco imagined him to be when he saw him with his Quidditch gear on. His white skin was stretched over his slender frame, his arms and legs had some muscle tone but he was generally rather gangly, the way Draco liked his partners. Draco raked his eyes over Harry's flat stomach and onto his hip bones which where only half covered by Harry's low slung pyjama pants.
"Jeez Draco, way to be subtle about checking me out," Harry grinned cheekily before his smile faded and he clutched his stomach, sinking into the bed.
"I so was not checking you out, jeez even when you completely fucked you're still a big headed mole," Draco sat on the bed and made a mental note to keep his line of focus above Harry's shoulders.
"Any way I have to go. You're over half a day into it, and you're doing pretty good. You'll be fine ok? I left the daily prophet for you to flick through but I have to go back to classes, alright? Shit I'm late, I have to go, see you later Pothead." Draco grabbed his stuff and hurried out the door, leaving Harry once again, entirely alone.
Harry's mind felt as though it was drowning in a fog of agony and discomfort, when his head wasn't pounding and his hole body shaking he was retching into the bucket beside his bed. Eventually the withdrawal symptoms eased long enough for Harry to formulate a plan to get his fix.
With the marauders map in one hand, his wand in the other and covered with the invisibility cloak Harry found himself waddling deep into the dungeons, glancing at the map occasionally to ensure he was still on the right track and that no one was around, but mainly focusing on not throwing up. He finally found himself at the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Harry glanced at the map, hoping with every fibre of his being that he had made a correct assumption. Holding his breath he watched the small figure on the map that represented him sprout a speech bubble.
"Pure blood," Harry said allowed, a tone of uncertainty in his voice, the entrance unlocked… he was in.
"What a bunch of unoriginal cockspanks," Harry muttered to himself, clutching the invisibility cloak to himself as he walked down the stone walled corridor. He found himself in the Slytherins vast common room. He had been here once before but it still struck him the contrast between the warm and welcoming Gryffindor common room and the cold, soulless Slytherin common room he found himself in.
Harry made to stride across the Slytherin common room but stopped mid step when he noticed a familiar, now tattered envelope on the floor half hidden under one of the disgusting green couches. Harry began to bend down to pick it up but caught sight of the map and quickly straightened, continuing his journey towards the dorm rooms. Malfoy was coming.
&$
Draco hurried towards the common room in a distinctly un-Malfoyish trot. He had left his Transfiguration book on his bed and Professor McGonagall had allocated him a 5 minute time limit to retrieve the piece of literature or the you-know-what would definitely hit the fan.
Striding across the common room Draco clambered the stairs to his dorm. He was puffing by now and for the 5th time that week made a mental note to get fitter. Finally reaching his room Draco threw open the door just in time to see Harry inject the green liquid into his arm.
&$
Harry was running as fast as his legs would carry him. Brushing trees and shrubs out of his way as he went. They were chasing him, they wanted to hurt him, he had to get away, and he had to escape. Harry could feel the crunching leaves under his feet and hear the thundering footsteps of his predator closing in behind him, their hot, sweaty breath tickling the back of his neck. Harry sped up, swerving this way and that until he came to a large red river; Harry turned left and ran next to the river, desperately searching for a way to cross it. Looking over his shoulder he could see the shadow figure of his pursuer getting closer.
Harry could hear the sound of rushing water, he continued on running until he came to a cliffs edge. Metres away the red river widened into a gushing water fall. Harry looked over his shoulder again, his pursuer was getting closer. Harry breathed in deeply, closed his eyes and jumped.
