A/N: You guys get two updates this week because I am completely packed with high school and probably won't be updating for a while.
"Oh… Dragon…" Narcissa cooed as she saw a tear roll down Draco's cheek, feeling a pang in her chest as she saw her only son in pain. Blaise stopped in ravishing Harry's body, feeling his dominant's pain, and went towards Draco, nuzzling and licking his neck to sooth him, both completely forgetting about Harry, who was bewildered as to what was going on.
Harry was standing where Bla- no, Zabini, had left him, feeling confused at the sudden sadness that was coursing through him. He knew it wasn't his own, but whose was it? Was it Voldemort's? Harry found that hard to believe, and almost completely dismissed the thought as soon as it came. The only reason as to why Voldemort would be sad was that his plan to kill him had failed.
Even if, Harry decided, this was pure sadness. The sadness of losing someone close to you, and Harry knew first hand what that felt like. A pang in his chest, this time was his own, hit him as he thought of Sirius and his parents.
'Maybe I should just come back at another time… or not at all…' Harry thought to himself, feeling as if he was intruding on the private scene. When did Malfoy and Zabini get together? Why were they just kissing him a moment ago if they were in a relationship? Did they not care if they saw other people? Were they both just a source for each other's amusement?
All of these questions and more were running through Harry's mind, and he quietly and sneakily tip toed his way to the door, being as silent as possible. However, during all of his time thinking, he forgot one factor during his escape plan. One important factor.
"And just where do you think you're going to Potter?" A voice drawled out from behind him as he was just about to reach for the doorknob.
Lucius Malfoy.
Harry froze as he felt everyone's eyes on him, the silence thick enough for a knife to cut through it. Harry saw Draco walk towards him until their noses were almost touching. Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into those silver eyes. Draco slowly raised a hand and cupped his cheek, and Harry leaned into the touch.
"You want to leave?" He asked softly, looking intently in his eyes, and Harry thought he saw a flicker of gold flash in his eyes for a second before it was gone so quickly to the point where he thought that he had just imagined it.
"N-No" Harry gasped out, feeling breathless as he looked into those silver eyes, feeling as if he was drowning in them.
He saw Draco smile softly at his response, before Narcissa spoke up "Draco darling, now is really not the time-"
"I will do what I want with my mate" He interrupted her, and Harry felt himself getting hard at the voice that was filled with authority and demanded respect.
'Now's really not the time' Harry thought as he looked at Draco, who was looking at him tenderly, and Harry felt his face heat up as Draco smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"You like it when I order people around, don't you? You naughty, naughty boy" Draco teased as he nipped Harry's ear lightly, making Harry gasp in surprise.
"Did we make you feel as though you weren't wanted, little mate? Cause if so, then I'll make sure that you'll never feel unwanted ever again, little mate" Draco whispered, making a shiver run down Harry's spine as his mind thought up of dirty images that made him blush again.
"You're making me feel as though I'm unwanted with all this attention on Harry" Blaise chuckled as he saw the pair together, and Draco smirked, knowing that Blaise was just teasing him for fun.
"Oh, don't worry Blaise, you'll get your share soon enough" Draco sent a wink in Blaise's direction, and Harry felt an emotion well up within him, an emotion that he was surprised about as Blaise returned the wink.
Jealousy.
However, that feeling quickly faded as he started to feel faint. He stumbled, and Draco was immediately on alert, head snapping in Harry's direction so quickly that if Harry wasn't so dizzy, he would've feared that Draco's would break. Draco caught Harry by the waist before he could fall face-first on the ground.
He blinked multiple times, trying to clear his vision even with his glasses. He felt as if he was on a rollercoaster, and he was panting heavily, feeling a bile rising up in his throat.
"Harry? What's wrong?" He heard Blaise ask as Draco tried to get him to lean his weight on him, but Harry was leaning away from him, sweat dripping down his face.
"Harry? What do you need?" Draco asked, trying to remain calm as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his mate.
"Bucket" Harry croaked out, and Narcissa quickly summoned a bucket, and Harry spilled all of the contents from his stomach into the bucket as Draco rubbed his back soothingly and ran his hands through his hair.
Draco finally realized what was wrong with his mate, and internally face palmed himself.
How could he forget that his mate had a high fever and just woke up from a coma?
