Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

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"Drink this." He mumbled when we finally arrived back to the common room.

Draco had conjured what appeared to be a glass of water and placed it in front of me. I glanced down eyeing it wearily. "What's that?" I questioned, much to my regret.

He gave me a bizarre glare. "Oh my."
He threw his head back and smacked the table with his hands in clear annoyance. "You're getting worse!"
He slid the glass towards me.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" He paused watching me. "It's. fucking. water."

I didn't have to look up at him to see he was in no mood to loose an argument. It didn't take a fool to see that.

My hands were shaking, I felt clammy and cold and I just wanted to lie down.

I took one sip as quick as I picked up the glass. The water felt cool as it touched my lips and then soothing as it passed my throat. But my stomach churned and I knew it couldn't handle much more of anything altogether and I gently placed the cup back down on the table.

He opened his mouth before my hand even left the glass but I cut him short, taking a gamble on what words were about to come through his lips. "I'll drink more tomorrow" I spoke quietly.
"I just need to go to sleep." I kept my eyes down at the table still not bearing to look at him. I told myself I didn't want to, but deep down I couldn't, I wouldn't dare.

I didn't really know what to do with myself. I'd yet again crossed another line I once told myself I'd never.
I was worried and it was starting to scare me, I don't know how long it had been since I had a choice about crossing these lines. Nor did I want to find out.

I felt dreadful, the type of feeling that cements itself in depths of your torso holding your heart down with bricks. That type of feeling that feels like nothing.

Life felt nondescript, a gunmetal grey.
I didn't exist in the same life that most others lived in, I was behind a colourless screen, tied back where no one could hear me scream.
The only thing I had was the fine pieces of him.
And even though I couldn't look at him, throughout the corner of my eye, just ever so slightly, he still held the slight piece of colour that surrounded my black and white world.

-

I felt like I'd hardly shut my eyelids before waking to a dull hum of moonlight seeping through the curtains. It was early, just about dawn and it wasn't long until I realised my head was still steadily pounding accompanying my heart beat. As I attempted to roll over onto my side I also then realised I was quite damp.
I sighed, touching the slick layer of sweat on my bare legs. I thought I must of overheated throughout the night but I wasn't hot which was odd. When I finally shifted my sore body onto my side, I felt abnormally heavy, my limbs were weak and I felt frail, but also woodenly bound to the bed. I looked over to see Draco still beside me whom only had barely moved since we went to sleep, he was still facing the wall and I sighed. I could only assume he was asleep but it was oddly calming to see him rested for once.

My mouth was so deathly dry I couldn't even feel if I had a tongue anymore, I went to sit up but I felt my chest tense. I quickly lead back down to relive the pressure and readjust but as I came back up it happened again, like someone was holding my chest down.
I tried one last time and got slightly further up, I thought I had it but when I was almost all the way up my heart thumped hard and a shooting pain spread throughout the nerves around my chest. I fell back down harshly, breathing heavily. My heart was now pounding harder than the floorboards below Pansy and Zabini. Something was definitely wrong and I wondered if I was going to die. I also wondered if I should be more concerned about if I was going to die. But then I wondered if I was really going to die if I was wondering about going to die.

"What are you doing"

The abrupt noice startled me and annoyingly interrupted me from the conversation I was having in my head.

"Did I wake you?" I whispered,

Draco slowly moved onto his back while side eyeing me. "Since when was I was asleep?"
He continued speaking in a normal tone even thought I was whispering which felt like a crime at this type of hour.

I turned my head to fully face him and I felt another sharp pain sparkle though my chest as my heart palpitated, it felt heavier this time like someone was stepping on me and I visibly winced.

He snapped his head entirely in my direction. "What was that." He demanded.

"Shhhh." I put my hand up to stop him. "We're going to let mother nature do her job now." I closed my eyes smirking at my own humour but quickly lost my smile as I started to feel extremely hot as more sweat became present on my forehead.

I couldn't see him but I knew he was less than amused. I heard the sheets rustle as he moved and I opened one eye. He sat up slightly, I noticed he was still in a long sleeve white shirt but lacking a jacket or tie, the buttons were undone about half way down.

He watched my face intensely, never taking an eye off me. He turned on a light and I could see his eyes darting around all of my features.

I just observed, not bothering to say anything knowing he already knew something was wrong. He pulled his hand up to my forehead so quick it made me finch but he felt it anyway.

"Don't flinch." He snapped, pausing briefly but quickly returning to his serious state.
"I need you to tell me how you feel."
His eyes were wide, his posture was stiff and he looked alert. "I feel fin-" I barked back, rolling my eyes.

"What do you feel." He growled in an extremely low tone, showing me he had no patience remaining.

I sighed. "My chest feels heavy and my heart..." I trailed off, distracted by my now tingling legs.

"Your heart what."

"It just hurts."

He stands up and I notice he's still wearing his black school trousers. "Why did you go to bed wearing-"

"Shutup." He demanded.

He quickly came over to my side of the bed and stood over me. "You're too pale." He muttered, now looking up to the ceiling in thought. "Cold but sweaty." He whispered.

I stared at him strangely, he looked a tad mad.

He drew his wand and the tip grew a faint glow over my face as he cast a silent spell on me, reciting minuscule movements I'd never seen before. He kneeled down to my height.

When he stopped I felt a peculiar shiver present itself upon my body. I paused to analyse what had changed about me, I didn't feel any different and from what I could see I didn't look any different.
I peered up at him to see him staring blankly back down at me, which remained for what felt like a minute or two before he abruptly stood up, making me jump. Clear that he'd noticed the spell did no good, he started pacing.

"What is wrong with you!" I managed to sit up slightly, ever so slowly to avoid pain. "Have you taken something!" I accused while poking at my legs trying to understand why they felt the way they did.

"What's wrong with your legs?" He looked down.

I huffed because he ignored me and every question I've asked so far.
"They just feel tingly and numb like pins and needles." I frowned, prodding them some more.

He immediately stopped pacing and his face went a ghostly kind of pale. The moonlight behind him outlined his gaunt jawline and made him look skeletal. I wondered if he had lost more weight under his loose shirt.

"Are you eating?" I asked tilting my head.

He clasped his wand whitening his knuckles and snatched his jacked that was in an unusual heap on the floor, making a nimble bee-line towards the door.

I sat there in complete puzzlement as to why he was making an brisk exit. "Where are you going!? What's wrong with you!" I yelled.

He paused at the door and stared at me, still with no colour in his face.

It was hauntingly silent for the next few seconds.

"Keaton." He muttered croakily, not quite catching his voice, quickly clearing his throat.

"You're dying."