A/N: OMG, I did such a double take when I saw how many reviews I had gotten! I luf u all! Oh, and this chap is dedicated firstly, to me wonderful –coughcough- beta, Lain-Iris! xD (here, u get a cookie too…) and secondly, to Emma Barrows, who reviewed one minute after I had posted the chapter xD hon, u friggin scared me, when me e-mail alert got off. xD
(oh, and no, I'm not Irish, tho I like to use 'me' instead of 'my' xD)
Now, chapter 4!
One week before the school was to begin, Draco found himself sitting on a sofa with Ginny and talking about… stuff. Well, it was more like she was talking and he was saying a couple of words in between.
Suddenly he felt he had to go to the bathroom and he got an uncomfortable feeling. He stood up from the sofa and was about to go the way they had learned him when Ginny's voice spoke up behind him.
"Michael? Why…are your trousers wet?"
Draco froze. Ginny suddenly blanched.
"Oh, wait. I don't even think I want to know." She couldn't help it, letting a small giggle escape.
Draco's face grew red.
"Ginny! It's not like you think! I just sat on something wet, that's all!"
"Yeah, okay, whatever you say Michael." Draco didn't stay around to come up with some scathy remark. He rushed to the bathroom, but he was so unfocused, the word 'shit' running through his head so many times, he didn't pay attention and ran into the wall. 'Fuck, I'm going to have a bruise there.' It hurt and he was totally dizzy from the bump. Feeling his way to the door, he made it into the bathroom and locked the door after him. He sat down on the toilet and sighed. He couldn't believe this. He drew down his trousers and sat down again.
Why? Why now? He couldn't see and the blood was practically pouring down from him. Well, not exactly pouring, but still! He didn't know what to do!
'My kingdom for my sight.' He had earlier felt that sick feeling, like he was going to throw up, but he hadn't thought about it that much. Now, he was regretting it. What if they found out? Ginny, Weasel, Granger and Potter all knew Draco Malfoy was part-veela and his… erm… bleedings. Hell, everyone at Hogwarts, who wasn't born under a rock, knew.
And now, his period had started again, and he didn't know what to do. Maybe if he was lucky, Mrs. Weasley or Ginny were having their periods (yuck, he didn't want to think about that) and he could get some pads or tampons… He took out his wand and muttered 'Accio pads.'
Nothing.
Then he muttered, more desperately this time, 'Accio Tampons.'
Nothing.
He felt like he wanted to cry. He hadn't looked up any spells that transfigured something into a pad or tampon and that wouldn't do anyway. He was still going to bleed five days and he would need a lot of pads or tampons. Though he preferred pads, the tampons were really uncomfortable and it couldn't be healthy, having something like that, stuck in your arse for a long time.
What was he going to do?
He must've been there for a long time, because after a while, someone knocked on the bathroom door.
"Michael? Are you still in there?" Draco's head snapped up. What would he say?
"Erm.. yeah, I'm here."
"Could you please hurry up? Harry and I would really want to use the loo."
Shite.A thousand swearwords ran through Draco's head as he desperately tried to come up with an idea. He cursed the fact that he hadn't taken that course Madam Pomfrey had given the previous year. They had learned how to conjure up pads and tampons and other stuff for emergencies. But it was no wonder he hadn't taken it… it had been for girls.
And now, since he couldn't think of anything better, he took a handful of paper and stuffed it into his boxers… He prayed it would stay in place, because the boxers were pretty loose…
The people outside the doors were getting worried since it took so long for Draco, but they assumed it was because he was blind. When he stumbled out of the doors, blushing furiously, they just gave him weird looks, even though he couldn't see it. He made his way to the stairs, when Harry's voice suddenly called out to him.
"Michael? Why are your trousers wet?"
Draco froze. Shit. Not answering he ran up the stairs, tripping on the carpet as he walked through the hallway, falling on his nose and bumping his head on the wall. Lying there, feeling utterly miserable with some loose paper in his boxers, period-cramps, the bump on his head and a nosebleed; he didn't hear the person crouching next to him, before the person grabbed his arms and heaved him up.
Draco whimpered softly as he felt a wave of sickness wash over him.
"Michael? How are you? How badly did you fall?"
It was Harry. The veela inside Draco melted. He was in Harry's arms! Shaking his head to clear his stupid thoughts, he felt that wave of sickness again. He was about to answer Harry, when he realised that if he opened his mouth, he would puke all over his mate-to-be.
Harry, seeing the green look in Draco's face, led Draco to another bathroom, letting Draco down on the floor in front of the loo.
"Here. If you need to puke, just do it. Better now, then all over your bed."
'Or you.' Draco thought, but didn't voice it out loud. Instead he retched and puked. Over and over again. When it felt like he was 'finished', a rush of dizziness took over him as he tried to stand up and he fell. Luckily, Harry caught him before he hit the floor, but he wasn't conscious to enjoy it. He had passed out.
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'Fuck' Harry repeated over and over again in his head as he held the unconscious boy in his arms. He lifted Michael up, so that he was now holding the boy bridal style and carried him to his bed, laying him down softly. He had to wake him up. Harry guessed that Michael had gotten a concussion. He wasn't supposed to pass out. What if he never woke up? Harry started to panic. He had to get someone. He didn't know how to do healing spells and those things yet.
He raced down the stairs and bumped into-
Remus.
Remus' face seemed to lit up when he saw Harry, and he hugged him. Harry tugged impatiently on Remus' arm, trying to get the man to back off.
"Remus, I'm glad to see you too, but could you please let me go?"
Remus backed off, smiling. "It's so good to see you again Harry. How have you been?"
"Good, good, but Remus? Do you know any healing spells for concussions and that sort of things?" Harry started tapping his foot against the floor and ran a hand through his hair. He always did this when he was impatient or nervous.
"Eh, yeah, I do. But wh-"
Remus didn't get to finish, as Harry had grabbed his arm and dragged him up to the second floor and into Michael's room.
"I need your help Remus. Michael here tripped and slammed his head against the wall pretty hard. Then he puked and passed out. I think he might have a concussion…"
Remus kneeled down next to the boy on the bed and looked at him.
"Yes, that does sound like a concussion… You shouldn't have let him pass out though… He could go into a coma."
Harry ran a hand through his hair once again. "I know, I know, but there wasn't anything I could do."
"Yes Harry, I realise that. Okay, I'm going to try to wake him up and then I'll perform a few stabilising spells for his brains. Please don't interrupt me."
Harry stepped back as he watched Remus roll up his sleeves and take out his wand.
"Enervate" Remus whispered and the boy's eyes fluttered open. Remus almost winced at the boy's unnerving blue eyes. Then it hit him. The poor boy was blind.
"Unh… "
"Don't speak, boy. I want you to try not to fall asleep again, when I do a few spells. Okay?"
Draco tried to nod his head, but couldn't… it hurt too much, so he settled with a simple "uh-huh" to show that he understood.
Remus nodded and started with his spells and Draco felt the dizziness return, to slowly fade away again…
A couple of minutes later, Remus was ready.
"There. You can go to sleep now." He didn't have to say it twice, because the second the boy closed his eyes, he was asleep again.
Remus turned to the nervous Harry, sitting in a corner. "Don't worry Harry. He'll be okay now." Harry nodded and Remus sat down on the couch next to him.
"Who is that anyway?" Remus asked with a smiling face.
"Uh, his name's Michael Blythe and well, Mrs. Weasley found him on the street and decided to help him. "
Remus nodded. "He's… blind?"
"Yeah." Harry's eyes saddened. "He revealed to me a couple of days ago, it was his… father who did it."
Remus winced and a flood of sympathy for the boy lying on the bed washed over him.
"It must be awful to carry such a burden. Being blinded by his own father. I trust he's a wizard?"
"Yeah. He doesn't go to Hogwarts, though. He says he was home-schooled. His father didn't really believe in Dumbledore, he says."
Suddenly an angry squeak came from the other side of the door and they both jumped a bit. Harry went to open the door and in came… an angry Knives, for being separated from his master and friend for too long. As Knives saw the boy, lying on a bed, he quickly flew over to him and settled down beside him, nuzzling his head as usually in the crook of 'Michael's' neck.
Harry, seeing Remus' startled expression, chuckled a little. "Yeah, I forgot. He also has a pet dragon whose name's Knives. And if you ever refer to him as an 'it' or say that he's 'cute' he'll rip your head off… almost. Otherwise, he's really cool." Knives grunted a little, which was very weird, since he was a dragon but anyway, to show he agreed to Harry and Harry's grin just widened. Remus just blinked and shrugged, deciding not to try to understand.
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A/N: okay… this chapter took quite a long time to get out, but SORRY! I have a social life too, ya kno.. :) anyway, another… weird chapter xD Hope u all don't mind… Next chapter will be out… sometimes :)