Wonny: Snake and Lion fans, here ya go! Just some drabble, I'm afraid, but I hope it will do.
Gah! People, please, REVIEW! I need your support! I have spent many a sleepless night working for you! For a while now! Please, lend me your comments, critism, ANYTHING! Thanks.
Sorry about the rant, folks. Just lost my pop-pop and my mom and step-mom fought really bad so I can't go to my dad's for a while. -sigh- Life hates me, I suppose...
Anyways! On with la fic...
Getting Settled
Erin had never been to Hogwarts before. Not surprising since she had lived in America most of her life. She curled up on the other bed in Draco's room, sheeted with purple silk and pillows with golden tassels. The red head kept a constant eye on her charge, who was sleeping peacefully. She rolled a blue eye towards her clock, which read 11:58. It was nearly time for Lunch. Her stomach grumbled. Thoughts of fresh fried Tilapia made hunger unbearable.
She finally pushed herself off her pillow and skittered to Draco Malfoy's sleeping form. She reached out with one of her clawed hands and shook him gently.
"Mister Malfoy. Time for lunch."
The boy only groaned and rolled over.
"You said you were going to meet Potter afterwards, remember, Draco?"
Draco groaned again and opened one eye. "Can't it wait?" he muttered sleepily.
"You need the nutrients, now, for the baby. No, I insist you go down. It's for your own good. If you don't eat, the baby will feed off of your magic." Draco was wide-awake, now.
"Really? That can happen?" He rubbed his eyes.
Erin nodded. "Yes. But I'll go into it later, first, you need to eat."
Draco groaned. "But I feel sick..."
"You're going to eat something or I'll have to force feed you. You and your baby can't afford not to eat or skip meals. Like I said, it'll feed off your magic." She said this all as she laid out his robes for him. "Now up and at'em. You've got a long pregnancy ahead of you."
Draco managed to stumble down into the Great Hall in just five minutes. With the cat-guard on his shoulder, he really hadn't had a choice. Once there, he realized just how hungry he was. Erin hissed in his ear as he reached for the fruit "Pass me a Fuji apple; they're the best kind." He did and then decided to see if she was right. From on, Draco became addicted to the Fuji apples.
Once he was full, and feeling strangely rejuvenated, he made his way down to the agreed meeting spot. Seeing Harry wasn't there yet, Draco sat down to soak his swollen ankles in the water. 'It's funny; I thought this whole pregnancy thing was going to be awful. But it really isn't all that bad.' He purred contently. Erin heard him and purred right along with him, snuggling into his lap. If Draco hadn't known any better, he'd say nothing was wrong.
"Sorry I'm here so late." Draco leaned back a little to look at Harry, who was quite out of breath.
"Oh, that's all right. You'd might as well sit; my ankles are killing me, so there's no way I'm getting up." Draco replied.
Harry sat cross-legged beside the other sixth year. "You look comfy."
"Oh, yes, I'm as content as a cat, no offense," Draco glanced apologetically at Erin, "I've got my feet in freezing water because my ankles have swelled out of my shoes, and I'm bloody nauseous from lunch. Yes, I'd say I'm quite happy." Draco cracked a grin.
Harry chuckled. " Glad you are."
"I don't suppose that's the question you wanted to ask, was it."
"No, it wasn't. Listen, Draco, I know we don't usually get along really well, you said that yourself. But couldn't we just try?" Harry's face radiated sincerity.
Draco laughed. "Is that all? Honestly, if that's all you wanted, you're the one acting like a girl, Potter." Harry frowned.
"It isn't funny. I mean, well..." He blushed. "We don't. It isn't being girly. Oh, come off it; it wasn't that funny." Draco had fallen over laughing.
"It's only a joke, Harry. Oh, and your mascara's running." He laughed as Harry tried to figure that out. When he did, he turned a brighter shade of red.
"You'll pay for that one." Draco immediately went into high alert. Harry reached over and began tickling him before he had a chance to do anything, though.
"Ack! No! Stop it! It hurts!" Draco cried through his laughter. "Goddamn you, Potter! No! Quit it!" Harry backed off. Draco panted for breath. "If I weren't so tired, I'd get you for that." He pulled his feet from the water. They were red and angry looking. Draco winced. "Damn."
Harry got caught looking. "I told you they were swollen." Draco turned back to them. "They hurt, too." He lay back against his book-bag and rubbed his forehead. His stomach was starting to hurt. "I'm really starting to hate pregnancy..."
He was just closing his eyes for what promised to be a long nap when he felt a warm sensation circling his ankles. He looked down and saw Harry gently rubbing the sore left joint. It annoyed Draco. He would have said that he could do that himself and told Harry to get the fuck off, but the feeling of contentment the other boy's fingers were producing was overpowering him. Draco felt the ache disappear with the motion of the talented hands. Slowly, his eyes closed again and fell asleep.
Harry watched as Draco began to breathe deeply, a sign that the blonde was out. He stopped rubbing the other's ankles and conjured a blanket for him to sleep under. After covering up the dozing Slytherin, he conjured a second blanket, and, using his book-bag as a pillow, lay down beside the other. The teen removed his glasses and set them aside. He watched the blurry form of the sleeping Malfoy for a moment, pondering whether a relationship of any kind was possible between them. After a few moments, he, too, dozed off, deciding it was better for time to decide what was best.
"Mew..."
"I know, I know; give me a minute."
Draco leaned against the corridor wall for a rest. "I'm tired..."
After a day like yesterday, it was no wonder. Draco had awoken next to Harry Potter by the edge of the lake. His stomach hurt, and his head was swimming. After waking up Potter and running back inside to puke, he went back to his dorm and slept, missing several of his classes. Professor Snape woke him up and asked him if he wanted to fail, and that pregnancy was no excuse for missing his lessons. Things just leveled out after that, but it didn't help any with these terrible symptoms.
Draco slid down against the wall. Besides being completely wiped out, his stomach was cramping up again, and both together were not helping him concentrate in class. After some thought, he got to his feet and went to the one place he knew would give him some peace: The Room of Requirement.
Draco always snorted at the tapestry hanging on the wall opposite the hidden room. Trolls in tutu's; obviously not a very bright wizard. He turned his attention back to the blank wall and paced three times in front of the space. 'I need a place to sleep. Somewhere that will soothe my aches.' After pacing, a door swelled into place. Relieved, the silver-eyed teen entered, looking around until he was sure that no one was watching.
There was a warm, cushy bed resting against one wall and a fireplace, in full blaze, on the opposite side. A table with several potions bottles stood beside the bed. The atmosphere was, over-all, cozy, and Draco looked forward to getting some rest. Making sure that his pesky cat guard had looked the other way and was not present, he dropped his books and curled up on top of the warm sheets of the bed. He turned his focus on the potions and looked at their labels. All of them were safe, and there was even one to reduce the swelling in his ankles. He took a swig of each and rested his head against the soft pillows.
His eyes amused him with pictures in the fire, and once he thought he saw a face peeping out. It disappeared, but it did give him a good scare. 'I could stay here forever until it was time to give birth...' the blonde thought sleepily. He yawned and was just about to close his eyes when the face appeared again. He yelped and scrambled back on the bed. The head shook itself.
"Mister Malfoy, you really ought to be in class, don't you think?" Professor Dumbledore said wearily.
Draco's mouth moved, but nothing came out except "I-you...I didn't..."
"Never-mind; Draco, Madame Promfry would like to have a word with you." The head disappeared, and Draco groaned in protest.
"But I'm too tired..."
Knowing his whining would get him no where, he grabbed his things and trudged out of the room. Draco got a good swipe from Erin the Cat Guard, who was annoyed that he'd given her the slip. The Hospital Wing seemed a long way off, and Draco was already regretting leaving his sanctuary.
As soon as he reached the stairs, his legs unexpectedly gave out. Erin gave a yowl and leaped to the floor. Draco saw the world kaleidoscope; the floor sagged unevenly and the walls shivered like sheets of stone-colored water. The stairs trembled under what must've been an invisible giant's weight. Colors burst from everywhere, and it seemed as though the entire world was losing its mind.
Draco whimpered pitifully. He wished it would end. As the merciless stone floor rushed up to meet him, he heard someone cry "Draco!", and the world blacked out.
