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Travel Sick On The Train - Drarry

(No actually vomit)

Travel sick on the train

Considering that Harry Potter is a quidditch player he has a surprisingly weak stomach. He's on his way to Hogwarts for his fifth year. The train ride has not been kind to his insides, he hadn't eaten due to anticipation which he was now part thankful for, half regretting that decision.

He stands from his empty cabin and staggers into the corridors, clutching his stomach as he goes. Every couple of steps he would get hunger cramps to go with his motion sickness.

Finally finding another boy, sitting in a Lonely corner of the train.
"Dray!" He gasps
"Harry?!?" Malfoy's head whipped around at the sound of Harry's pained voice.
"Sweetie, what happened? Are you ill?" He immediately rushed over.

HARRY'S POV
Draco wraps his arm around and under my shoulder to support me, I feel his delicate hands hold me up, securing my place in the air. At this moment another cramp hits.
I double over and hug my stomach.
"Harry! Please baby, what's wrong?"
I hear his concern, it makes me smile through the pain.

With all of the sudden movement, it sends another wave of nausea over me.

I feel it, creeping. I'm retching, my whole body convulses, and all of the previously strong muscles on my frail frame tense and contract.

Hardly registering Malfoy gently rubbing my back while I'm hunched over on the floor.

Of course, nothing came up, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning and it's now past mid-day. Instead, I spit up a clear-ish saliva like substance.
"*some words*" Draco casts a spell to get rid of the mess on the floor.
"Harry," he coos gently. I'm falling into his chest, energy spent.
"Come on baby, let's sit somewhere more comfortable"

THIR-PERSON POV
Unfortunately, the blond was not gifted with the skill of strength so his attempts to help Harry proved useless. Instead, he sat down on the floor and pulled Harry towards him. "The floor ok Potter? Here, a cushion." He lays a mat down over the floor that he conjured to make it softer.
Stretching his legs to the sides slightly so that Harry can sit with his back to his chest he asks if Harry can come to him, "Harry, will you be ok to move here. It's just back a bit, if not I can do it" it's clear Malfoy has a soft spot.

Now snuggling, with Harry sitting his back to Draco's chest

MALFOY POV
Poor thing, I hope he won't feet like this for the rest of the ride... I wish there was something more I could do.
"Can I hold you?" I suddenly ask, hoping it will provide him with some sense of comfort.
A small nod.
I wrap my arms around his waist, gently trying not to hurt him further. He's unbearably thin, his relatives really are horrible! I can feel more bones than I should be able to and it's as if I could snap him in half just by hugging him.
"When did you last eat?"
No response
"Harry, please answer me" this is less an ask more of a command and he knows it.
"Yesterday morning. I-it was some crackers"
"My sweet thing, I'm so incredibly sorry. It's probably that if you can eat it'll make you feel better." I try to reason with him, he has to eat.
"But Dray, I don't want to be sick. P-please jus make it stop!" He lets out a choked sob.

"Shh, Shh Baby. It's ok bubble - do you want me to go and get someone who can help? To make it go away?"
"No" he screams
"It'd be really quick and I promise they can help you?"
"P-please no, pa don't go" ah, he's started to slip, of course I should have seen this before but it is unfortunate - he'll experience the pain worse in headspace.
"Ok sweet boy. Just hold in there, not too long to go," I south " I promise I won't go anywhere."

I am lying about the first bit, but hopefully, he will fall asleep and it'll feel like less time.
Swiftly casting a non-verbal spell to help him relax.
I'd cast one on him to feel better but I am unsure of how it will work on him and his depleted glycogen levels - I wouldn't want to make him feel worse.
"It's not too long now sweetie,"
It is, in fact, a long time. It's another at least three hours train ride at least before we get to the thestral born carriages.
Instead, I opt for a non-verbal spell to make him sleepy - if he sleeps, he won't be able to feel ill.
"It's not too long now sweetie" I repeat myself.