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A Spiders Web	By : twodollartrick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-End
- 2-Green
- 3-Bruise
- 4-Learning
- 5-Solo
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Time is shortening...

...but every day that is fought for and lived is a victory.

If I wasn�t aching in every single part of my body that could possibly ache, I would have been tossing and turning in bed. It was the early hours of Tuesday morning which unfortunately meant the inevitable Muggle Studies lesson. True, I�d had three now and in each one we hadn�t touched upon the subject of illnesses that related to mine, but I still broke out into a cold sweat every time the lesson was mentioned or thought of.
I�d tried to get out of it. I spoke to Professor Pifflin who primly reminded me that I was the one who chose the course and so it wasn�t convenient for me to drop it. Fucking asshole. I went to Dumbledore to see if he�d say anything different, but he spoke to me in that slow fucking wheezing voice he has and told me I couldn�t change either. So I was stuck in this fucking class never knowing if we were going to touch upon Leukaemia, which is why I was always awake stressing out about the upcoming lesson the next morning, which is why I could never sleep on a Monday night, which is why I was always extra irritable on Tuesdays.
I lay there for what seemed like a couple more hours before I heard Lynx�s wings flapping in the distance. The noise of her wings grew louder as she drew closer. She finally made an appearance, landing gracefully on the ledge before perching herself on the windowsill, hooting expectantly. I eased myself out of bed slowly, taking much longer than I had done last week. Lynx was patient enough though, understanding that her owner wasn�t feeling his best.
I shuffled over to the cupboard on the opposite side of my room. This was a routine every morning; Lynx would wake me up and I would feed her. It was really for my benefit more than hers - every week I needed to wake up a little bit earlier as my condition got worse and it took me longer to get ready in the mornings. I bent down slowly towards the cupboard before straightening up again, gritting my teeth, drawing a breath painfully. A few tears welled up in my eyes and I blinked them away angrily. I was not going to fucking cry over this.
�Lynx, come over here,� I said, jerking my head towards the cupboard. Lynx glided across the room elegantly and landed neatly on top of the cupboard, watching me with her big brown eyes. �I can�t reach in there to give you a treat. Do you think you�ll be able to get it yourself?�
She gave a single affirmative hoot, hopped down from the cupboard and went inside. She was in there for a couple of minutes shuffling around, before coming back out, half a biscuit in her beak. She flew back up to the top of the cupboard and waited for my approval.
�Yes,� I nodded. �You can have it all, you beautiful, clever bird.� I stroked her feathers while she ruffled them out proudly, succumbing to my stroking. �Beautiful, beautiful bird,� I whispered hypnotically, still praising her with rhythmic strokes. She pecked at the biscuit, breaking it down into smaller crumbs, before nipping at a morsel and swallowing it appreciatively. She ate a second crumb before looking up at me, hooting questioningly.
I gave her a small smile. �I�m not up to scratch Lynx. I�m slowing down and I�m not going to get any faster. You understand that, right?� Lynx responded by flicking a crumb of biscuit at my fingers and hooting dolefully. She understood.
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�Aren�t you glad I transferred into this lesson with you?� Pansy asked me, anxiously waiting my approval. I neither confirmed nor gave her a rejected answer as we walked through the corridors to Muggle Studies. Although I was slightly glad that she was in this class because she�d hopefully take my mind off of the worry I always had before the lesson began, I didn�t want to give her any praise for it. If I did that, she�d be in all my fucking classes before I could stop her, and Pansy Parkinson twenty four hours a day was too much for anyone. I don�t even know how she lived with herself.
�Drakey?� she asked again. She never knew when to keep her fat mouth shut.
�My name is Draco,� I said in a dangerously calm voice. I hoped she�d get the message but she blundered on with her usual stupidness.
�Sorry Drake...o,� she quickly added. �Aren�t you glad that I transferred into this class with you? Now you won�t have to learn about boring Muggles by yourself! As if we want to know about their illnesses! Like they affect us!�
�No, I hate the fact that you transferred to this class,� I suddenly snapped. She blinked in surprise.
�But Drakey, I thought you�d appreciate -�
�Appreciate? APPRECIATE WHAT?� I exploded. �Appreciate the fact that everywhere I turn your ugly pug snout will be snorting in my face? Yeah, like that�s something I�m going to welcome.�
She was visibly hurt, but she didn�t say anything. I couldn�t contain my anger.
�SAY SOMETHING,� I roared. �Hurt me, hit me, insult me, just do something. Why are you just standing there taking what I�m saying to you? Do you get off on it?�
She sniffed, a few tears coming into her eyes.
�Oh, go on cry, fucking cry! Cry me a river, I don�t give a shit for crocodile tears, you know that,� I spat.
Pansy tried to link her arm through mine. �Drakey, I know you don�t mean what you�re -�
I yanked my arm away sharply, causing it to seize up in horrific pain like I�d never felt before. A small, desperate cry escaped my lips and Pansy�s features contorted into concern. She halted to a stop next to me.
�What�s wrong, Drake?�
�DRACO,� I screamed, clutching my arm. �My fucking name is DRACO. And guess what? Draco doesn�t want you here, and neither does Drakey or Drake for that matter. Now do me a favour and fuck off back to the hole that you crawled out of because I�m just about sick of you causing me so much � shit.� I stopped myself from saying pain just in time.
She didn�t move and continued to stare at me blankly. �You don�t mean that,� she said finally.
�I DO,� I shouted. �I mean every word I fucking say, just leave me alone!� She stared at me for a further few seconds before taking two steps back.
�I�ll give you some alone time for a couple of minutes if that�s what you want,� she said decidedly. I opened my mouth before realising it was wasted breath and settled for biting down and chewing on my lip hard. How could one person be so fucking annoying?
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�Is the amount of work you have to do Draco? I�m so surprised, I thought Muggle Studies was meant to be an easy class. Isn�t that why you took it? You didn�t actually tell me why you took it, but that�s what I assumed. Why do we need to learn about muggles anyway, they�re not that important to devote a whole lesson around them. Still, if it gets up top marks then I suppose they have just a small purpose in life. Don�t you agree?�
Pansy wouldn�t fucking shut up, no matter how much I snapped at her. She was sitting far too close for comfort. I protested my annoyance but she hadn�t noticed as she�d bunged all her stuff onto the table next to mine with a grin. I covered my ears with my hands but she didn�t seem to notice as she took a deep breath and continued her babbling.
�Of course, if I had it my way, I�d just give top marks to all pure-bloods because it�s obvious that we know all the stuff anyway. It�s the mudbloods and the half bloods that should have to do all these stupid exams, they�re the ones that have to prove something. I think ... �
A pain throbbed in my head and I knew a headache was going to arrive soon. Why couldn�t Pansy just shut up?
� ... which is really stupid, because I said to Professor McGonagall that I wanted to change and she tried to get me to change my mind. I just did my little simpering act and she brought it, the old fool. So then what happened ...�
Pain tattooed against my skull like a beating drum. The pounding was hurting so much that I couldn�t even tell Pansy to shut up. I groaned softly, hoping that it would distract her from her jabbering and she�d elicit some sympathy towards me but she didn�t hear as she continued her mindless chatter. I bent my head down onto the desk and covered my face with my arms.
� ... and I said to her, �how could you possibly be an auror, Millicent?� I mean, have you seen her grades? You must have seen them, they�re so low, Drake. Drake? Draco?�
I was vaguely aware of her shaking my arm. �What?� I moaned softly.
�Are you alright?�
�No.�
�What�s the matter?� she asked worriedly. I didn�t answer, it was too much effort. �Drake, what�s the matter?� she asked again, shaking my arm. �Tell me.� She tried to prise my arms away so she could look at me, but I grunted irritably and she stopped. �Draco, I�m worried.� I suddenly lifted up my head and stared at her through venomous eyes.
�It�s just a fucking headache calm down you stupid bitch,� I snapped in one breath. Pansy looked crestfallen.
�I was only worried about you,� she said softly. If she was trying to make me feel bad, it didn�t work.
�Well don�t be,� I replied shortly. My head still felt like it was in a blender but I formed a normal expression as I could on my face and pretended there was nothing wrong. It was only then I noticed that people were staring at me.
�What?� I asked sharply. �WHAT?� They turned away hurriedly.
�If you continue to talk to people like that, nobody�s going to be friends with you,� said a voice from behind me. I turned and saw Granger standing there with her arms folded, looking like a fucking ratbag.
�Fuck you,� I spat, �what business of it is yours?�
�Yeah,� interjected Pansy. �What business of it is yours, Granger?�
�It isn�t,� she replied coolly, ignoring Pansy, �I just thought I�d offer my opinion.�
�It isn�t wanted,� I said dismissively.
�Yeah,� said Pansy, �It isn�t wanted Granger. So why don�t you just go and revise for an exam? You�ll fail if you don�t.�
Granger raised an amused eyebrow. �You would know,� she said and walked over to her seat at the front of the class. Pansy huffed.
�She thinks she�s so clever,� she fumed. �She thinks that just because -�
�Good afternoon class,� said Pifflin, sweeping into the room cutting Pansy�s rant short. I�d never been so grateful to see him enter a room in my life. All the same, however grateful I was that he had the power to shut Pansy up, the silence in the classroom was only too keen to remind me that another lesson of Muggle Studies was about to start, and the familiar butterflies started to flutter around in my stomach.

Get a grip, I commanded myself furiously. I did this every lesson; got myself worked up into a frenzy and found that there wasn�t anything to worry about.
�Today we will be continuing our studies of Muggle illnesses,� Pifflin announced. �Today�s topic is in on your desk ...� I looked down and sixteen inches of parchment appeared in front of me. � ... expect you to read it in no less than fifteen minutes.�
The silence was broken as everyone unrolled their parchments noisily. �In silence,� old Pifflin whined. I unrolled mine half-heartedly. The title at the top made my heart turn to ice and a cold shiver ran down my spine.
Leukaemia.
I was frozen to my seat, unable to do anything. I stayed in that position for about five minutes, not knowing what to think. Fucking Pifflin, why did he fucking choose this? No, fucking Hogwarts, why did they do this as a lesson? No, fucking muggles, because if it wasn�t for them I wouldn�t have this fucking shit inside of me. I dared to glance around the classroom carefully, expecting everyone to be staring at me with looks of horror on their faces. Nobody was doing anything out of the ordinary; they were just reading it with mild looks of interest on their faces. I relaxed and started to do the same.
I was only half way through when I heard smothered giggling from next to me. I turned to Pansy and saw her trying to hold her laughter in, tears streaming down her face. Her laughter was not contagious, it just made her look more repulsive and I turned away in disgust and carried on reading. I was taking it all in very carefully and only read about four more lines after that before Pifflin told us to stop reading.
�Now, who can tell me what Leukaemia is?� he asked. Granger�s hand shot up predictably. He nodded questioningly.
�Leukaemia is a type of cancer which affects the blood cells. It is the 12th most common cancer in adults, though it affects more men than women. It is also the most common cancer in children,� she said in her stupid fucking superior voice.
�Good girl, take five points for Gryffindor,� Pifflin said. �And who can tell me the two main types of Leukaemia?� Again, her hand shot up into the air.
�Acute and chronic,� she answered. Before he could ask the next question, she rambled on. �Acute leukaemia tends to affect younger people. The symptoms develop rapidly, and it can quite quickly become life-threatening if not treated straight away. Chronic leukaemia tends to affect older people. The disease gets worse slowly and has a more prolonged progression.�
�Take another five,� Pifflin smiled. �Yes, Miss Granger has explained the two common types perfectly. Of course, there are others, but we wont divulge into too much about them. Now, we don�t exactly know what causes the illness, though some say ...�
I began to take interest in spite of my earlier fears. Pifflin, with the aid of the fucking mudblood shouting her opinions every five seconds, explained it all pretty well, and I have to admit that I had new found admiration for the old guy. He lessened my fears at least. Pansy nudged me. She was still giggling. �Hey Drake,� she whispered. I ignored her. I wanted to pay attention to the lesson. �Drake,� she hissed again.
�Shut up,� I whispered shortly. Instead of being offended she merely collapsed into a fresh fit of giggles. Something was seriously wrong with that girl.
It was almost time for the end of the lesson and I was almost sad that it was drawing to a close. Part of me was thankful that we hadn�t touched upon anything too close to home, but as a whole, the lesson was enlightening. I was more well prepared to take down this fucking disease now.
�Are there any questions?� Pifflin asked. To my surprise, Pansy�s hand went up. I glanced at her quizzically but she just grinned and giggled some more.
�Yes, Miss Parkinson?� Pifflin asked. Pansy couldn�t get the question out at first from laughing so much, but she finally swallowed and asked her question all in one breath.
�Professor, do all of the people that have leauky...thing look like this?� She pointed to a picture at the bottom of the parchment that I hadn�t had chance to see. In it, a young muggle boy I could only presume, suffering from leukaemia was waving smilingly. He looked perfectly normal save for his bald head that gave him a really ill, suffering look.
�Hair loss is natural when prescribed the necessary drug treatment,� Pifflin explained patiently. �Chemotherapy can sometimes result ...�
�But he looks so stupid!� Pansy screeched. �He looks like a freak!� She went into fresh peals of laughter and my heart turned to ice once more as more people in the class started to snicker.
�He looks like an egg,� some Gryffindor smirked. I shot her a murderous glare but she didn�t notice.
�If I was him, I�d want to die than ever look like that!� Pansy laughed loudly. I wanted to say something cutting to her, to everyone that was laughing, but I didn�t know what. This was basically me that they were laughing at. I�d never experienced anyone making fun of me before. It wasn�t a nice feeling.
�SHUT UP,� someone suddenly yelled. It was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone turned to the direction of the voice and saw a slightly trembling Granger standing next to her desk, staring viciously at Pansy
She opened and closed her mouth stupidly, trying to think of a snappy comeback. �Who do you think you are?� she said finally.
�Who do you think you are?� Granger seethed, her eyes flashing dangerously. �If you was him you�d rather die? Do you know how much sufferers fight every day to battle against this illness?�
�Miss Granger, please sit down,� Pifflin said, but she ignored him. I watched, transfixed.
�Do you know how much they fight only for some stupid ... bitch like you to say that?� she continued. Pansy stood up too.
�How dare you,� she began furiously but Granger cut her off.
�HOW DARE YOU!� she shouted, marching over to her.
�Girls, calm down,� Pifflin cried desperately, scared that a fight would break out between the two. Both ignored him and Granger continued, just inches away from Pansy.
�How dare you be that insensitive to something you know NOTHING about.� She shook her head disgustedly. �I hope you never suffer from Leukaemia. I hope you�ll never experience the heartache that some families go through. I�ve been there first hand. My aunt beat it a couple of years ago, but to watch her fall so ill to something that isn�t always curable was ...� she took a deep breath. �It was hard. It was so hard. And I hope you never have to go through it. I wouldn�t wish it on anyone.�
�I wish it on you,� Pansy spat spitefully.
Granger suddenly slapped her round the face so hard Pansy was flung back down into her seat. Her hand flew to her cheek and her mouth dropped open. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked stupidly at Granger, then to me, and then around the class. Nobody did or said anything, and it wasn�t until hearing noise outside that we knew that the lesson was over.
�Er ... We�ll continue this next week, a different subject however. There�ll be no homework,� Pifflin said hurriedly, gathering up his things from his desk and exiting the classroom quickly. Granger walked over to her desk and gathered up her things. She turned to the door and left without saying a word, though she never took her eyes off of Pansy, who shrank into me afraid. I pushed her away suddenly so hard that she fell off the chair into a crumpled heap on the floor. She hardly noticed.
�Did you hear what she said to me?� Pansy cried. I stood up and towered over her.
�You disgusting cunt,� I spat. Pansy�s eyes goggled in open-mouthed shock. �Don�t ever fucking speak to me again.�
She didn�t reply at all as I gathered up my things and left the classroom. The corridors were full of little kids and I threatened hexes on the ones that wouldn�t move out of my way when I shouted at them. I walked determinedly to the end of the corridor and turned left. I paced quickly to the Left Wing moving staircases and waited for a stairwell to take me to the location I wanted to go.
The Gryffindor common room.
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