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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
A month passed quickly as Harry focused on his studies. As he closed his Double Potions textbook, he glanced up and outside his bedroom window. October brought such beautiful landscapes and often new feelings. He glanced at his clock. It was time for Quidditch practice. The chilly wind nipped his exposed neck as he and his broom made their way to the Quidditch field. He instantly spotted his teammates ready to go. He grinned as he neared them. "Sorry I'm late. I was studying."
The teams best beater flew closer. "It's okay, mate. We would wait for our seeker anytime." He winked at Harry as he flew off to fetch the rest of their materials. Harry watched as his teammates passed around the Quaffle. He sat calmly on his broomstick, deep in thought when a fuzzy feeling erupted in his stomach. "What the...," he spoke aloud to himself. He glanced around from his place in the air and spotted Draco of all people sitting in one of the stands, wrapped up thoroughly in Slytherin attire. The Gryffindor noticed how his teammates were involved in their own practice that it seemed okay to wander off for a while. He flew over to where Draco was seated.
Draco watched Harry fly closer and folded his arms across his stomach. He cautiously watched Harry land perfectly in the stands and take a seat beside him. "What now, Potter?" "Why are you here?" Harry kept his eyes on his teammates, unwilling to make eye contact with the Slytherin.
"Can't I sit alone for my own pleasure?" Draco sneaked a glance at Harry. "I was here before your practice began."
Harry sighed softly. "Oh." He bit his lip in contemplation. "Well, could I sit with you?" Turning his head, he met Draco's gaze. "My teammates have ignored me, unintentionally of course, and Ron and Hermione are busy if you know what I mean."
The Slytherin smiled gently. "I know what you mean and I was actually about to leave." He stood and brushed back a few loose strands of blonde that were tickling his face. "You can walk with me, if you like?" He moved his left hand in circles as he spoke. "I mean, for company's sake." An awkward grin appeared on his face.
Harry stood and grabbed his broom. "Sure." He smiled softly and followed Draco down the wooden steps. Soon, they were walking languidly side by side back to the houses. "So?"
Draco grinned shyly. "So, Potter?" A gust of wind blew his hair.
Noticing Draco's hair, Harry smiled inwardly. "You like to say, Potter, don't you?"
"No," Draco spit. He raised his chin slightly. "I just like to be proper."
They walked onward down the sidewalk. Harry slipped his hands into his pant's pockets. "What's wrong with my first name?" He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Draco's smile just before it faded again.
"Nothing is wrong with your name, Potter." Draco kicked a pebble that was in his path.
Harry thought before responding. "You say my last name as if you hate me."
Draco gasped lightly causing Harry to look at him as they walked on. "I do not hate you."
As they walked onward, he reached his left hand upward to rub his temple. The sunlight seemed to fade just before he passed out on the sidewalk.
Harry caught Draco just before his head hit the pavement. He laid him down easily and removed his robe to place under Draco's feet. It was a first-aid tip he learned in the muggle world. Sitting next to him, Harry thought of how lucky he was that no one was around to witness the event. He glanced down quickly when he heard a faint groan.
Draco opened his eyes warily and his eyes locked with Harry's emerald gaze. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to do that." As he attempted to sit up, Harry placed his hands on his chest to push him down gently.
"You should lay down a few minutes longer until you feel you can walk again."
Complying, Draco laid down and closed his eyes. The nausea was gone but the weakness was not. He took a deep breath.
Harry sat still watching color return to Draco's face. "This is the second time I've seen you ill," he whispered.
Draco opened his eyes again and actually sat up this time. He pursed his lips. "I'm in a fragile state right now." He glanced away from Harry's scrutinizing gaze.
"You have an illness?" Harry asked. The frightened expression on Draco's face was enough of an answer to his question. "That's why you can't play Quidditch.." The sentence faded in a gust of wind.
The Slytherin prepared to stand on his own but Harry insisted on aiding. "Thank you." The two of them finally reached the houses and began to part when Harry turned around and enveloped Draco with his arms. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered into his ear.
At dinner several days later, Harry ignored the food sitting on the table. He felt Hermione scoot closer and lean towards him.
"Harry, why aren't you eating?"
Harry sighed and glanced up to see Draco on another non-eating night. He noticed Hermione waiting for an answer. "I'm concerned for Draco."
Ron took a bite out of his chicken and spoke with his mouth full. "Did I hear Malfoy's name?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "No, and Ron, don't speak with your mouth full," she scolded. She watched Ron get back to his feasting. "Why, Harry?"
"He has an illness. That's all I know." He lowered his head to inhibit any eye contact with anyone.
She took a sip of her water. "Any symptoms?" Naturally, she was interested.
Harry thought quickly. "He passed out a few days ago as we walked back from the Quidditch field, um.." he scratched his head and looked up to see Draco gone from the Slytherin table. Sighing, he recalled more symptoms. "He eats more some days and very little on others and I caught him vomiting last month in the restroom."
"So," Hermione repeated back to Harry, "vomiting, fainting, and altering eating habits. Sounds like a trip to Madam Pomfrey."
The following day, Hermione approached Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. "Madam, I have a question for you?"
Madam Pomfrey smiled at Hermione as she changed the sheets on one of the beds. "I'll do my best to answer."
"I have a friend who isn't feeling well but has a great fear of medical treatment."
"I see." Madam Pomfrey began to change the sheets on the adjacent bed. "What are the symptoms?"
Hermione recalled quickly those Harry had told her. "Fatigue with occasional fainting, vomiting, altering eating habits."
Madam Pomfrey chuckled lightly. "Sounds like your friend is pregnant, my dear." She fluffed the pillow lightly and looked at Hermione's shocked expression. "Or it is simply a stomach virus I could heal quickly if your friend finds the courage to come."
"Thank you, Madam." Hermione left the hospital wing boggled. "Pregnant," she repeated to herself. "Is that possible?"
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