Hia Guys! Gess what! Chapter two is out! But damn, this is hard. It feels like the plot bunnies hate me! Who would have thought?

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Enjoy chapter two folks!

Chapter 2- Dragon scales

Harry knew it had been a bad idea to let Malfoy finish the potion class. The boy should have been hauled to the hospital wing at once, but no, Harry had decided to wait, Snape hadn't commented on his godson's sickly looking appearance and Parkinson… Ha actually had no idea what Parkinson had done or hadn't done, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that nobody had done anything.

As soon as Malfoy had started swaying, Harry had been out of his seat. He caught him just before the blond contacted with the floor, and saved him the headache the hit would undoubtly have given him. Glad to have avoided more healing work for himself, Harry gently lowered him to the floor, checking for damage as he did. Finding none other than the obvious cold symptoms, he rose to check the potion Malfoy had been making. Dragon scales had not been a part of the potion, as far as he knew, and after a summer spent studying potion making and healing under supervision of Madam Pomfrey, Harry felt he had all rights to be worried. After all, Dragon scales were well known for their protection against magic, and no, the boy who lived didn't believe it would make a great combination. Why Malfoy even had been planning to use them, Harry had no idea.

Ignoring Parkinson's worried cries and Snape's demands for an explanation; the-boy-who-lived-to-defeat noticed three things:

There was no dragon scales on the desk Malfoy had been using.

The cauldron was very slowly tipping over the edge of the workdesk.

Draco Malfoy was lying unconscious and sick where the cauldron most likely was to spill it's contains.

…Well shit, Harry knew trouble when he saw it.

Not knowing what effects the potion could have, but having no doubt he would suffer less than Malfoy, Harry dived, trying to reach the sick boy before the gleaming, midnight blue potion did.

Harry attempted to push Malfoy out of the way, but was unsuccessful, seeing the boy was at least three inches taller and serval pounds heavier. Wanting to minimalize the damage the potion could to the blonde, he draped himself over the sick blond hoping the potion effect wouldn't hurt too bad.

The potion hit him not seconds later, and Harry had to stifle a groan at the intense burning spreading to his lower back. But as soon as the pain came, it vanished, leaving Harry gasping for breath. Someone, Snape he realised, pushed him off Malfoy and started examining the blonde.

Parkinson, to his surprise, kneeled down next to him. "Are you okay Potter?" She asked as her eyes drifted over his frame, looking for potion symptoms and abnormal body parts. When none was found, she nodded to herself and helped, actually helped him up. (Oh, come on Potter, close your mouth, its unbecoming.)

After taking a moment to collect himself, Harry thanked the witch and went to see how Malfoy was coming along. As a mediwizard in training, assistant of Poppy Pomfrey, Malfoy was now considered a patient of his until a more capable healer came along.

Straightening up, Harry addressed the worried potion master in front of him. "Sir, if you please could identify the potion. Malfoy needs to be taken to the hospital wing as soon as possible. His condition needs to be taken under control." As soon as he was done speaking, Malfoy started to sweat and shiver uncontrollably. The green hue mixing with his pale completion was making Harry worried. A muggle cold should not have this effect on a magical being, no matter how serve. Whatever the potion had done to the poor boy, it hadn't helped his health.

Crouching down beside the blonde, Harry checked his pulse, which was thrumming wildly, and quickly looked him over for any injuries that needed immediate attention.

"Will he be fine?" Parkinson had snuck behind him, and was watching Malfoy with worried eyes. Harry smiled reassuringly and told her kindly to give him some space. The witch stepped back without protests.

"He'll most likely be fine. His immune system was weak when the potion took effect, making his body vulnerable, adding the obvious cold symptoms he have…" Parkinson flinched, looking guilt ridden and upset at this. "It's not your fault, Parkinson." He said, trying to calm the girl down. "Malfoy should have visited the hospital wing as soon as he woke up."

But Malfoy, being Malfoy hadn't, and now it was Harry's job to bring him there.

"In fact, I think a visit to Madam Pomfrey is in turn, don't you agree?" He said. After receiving a nod from the girl, he grabbed a hold of Malfoy shoulder and asked the witch to do the same. "We'll see you later, Professor. Thank you for your assistance." Harry added, remembering the potion master who was studying the potion. They man didn't answer, but nodded courtly. It was the last thing Harry saw before the portkey to the hospital wing was activated, and the uncomfortable pull from behind his navel took him away.

I know, I know, it's short and probably badly written with lots of mistakes. But I wanted to update before the weekend was over.

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