What If I Told You...?

Chapter 5

The next day, Wednesday, the boys went to school together, as usual. When they walked into the school, Ron spotted them and walked over hand in hand with his girlfriend, Hermione; much to the boys' displeasure. They both groaned internally as the couple came up beside them.

"How ya' doing there mate?" Ron asked Draco, making Draco grimace. They were not mates.

"I'm... fine," Draco answered, looking at Harry to see he was just as unhappy as he was to be having this conversation.

"What was that yesterday?" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes.

"We just found out that Draco has asthma, is all," Harry interjected.

"Is that like, a mental illness or something?" Hermione asked, looking dazed.

"Breathing disorder, actually," Draco said.

"Wait, so you can't play anymore?" Ron asked, looking rather excited.

"He can play just fine, thank you," Harry snapped. Ron appeared disheartened at this. The boys knew that Ron wanted to play forward like they did, but he didn't because the boys played better in that position. If Draco couldn't play, then Ron could have a chance of playing.

"Oh, well. Did you tell the coach yet?" Ron asked.

"No, not yet. I was going to tell him today. Well, if you don't mind, we should get going now..." Draco trailed off as he walked away and Harry followed.

"He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's an arse, does he?" Harry says.

"Yeah, but what if Coach Wood changes my position because of the asthma?" Draco asked, looking worried.

"You're letting your thoughts get the best of you, Draco. He's not going to take away your forward position," Harry assured.

"But if I can't run-" Draco started.

"You can run. You just need to take your medicine daily," Harry reminded him. "You were running this morning."

"It was different. It was a short run we do daily. In the games, we're running back and forth non-stop," Draco said.

"Stop worrying Draco. Nothing is going to change because of your asthma. Trust me," Harry said. Draco nodded.

"I trust you," he said. The first three periods went by uneventfully, and then it was time for lunch. Draco and Harry sat together, obviously, but they also sat with their other friends. There was Neville, Dean, Blaise, and Seamus. Harry and Draco got to the table first, followed closely by Neville and Blaise. Ten minutes into lunch and Dean and Seamus still hadn't shown up.

"Where's Dean and Seamus?" Neville asked the group. Everyone else shook their heads and looked around the room. They couldn't see them anywhere.

"Maybe they needed to get some work done for one of their teachers...?" Draco suggested. The others shrugged and they went back to other conversations. They talked about their classes, football, and other mindless things. A few minutes had passed when Dean and Seamus had finally walked in. Harry noticed them first and pointed them out. Everyone turned to see them and noticed they were holding hands. They walked up to the table and sat down, never releasing their hands.

"'ow ya' guys doin'?" Seamus asked with his Irish accent.

"We're good," Draco said, unphased by their holding hands. He had seen it coming for a while now. Dean and Seamus nodded and everyone continued eating. They were silent for a few minutes.

"So what, are you guys shagging now?" Blaise asked, the straight-forward one of the group. Dean choked on the food he had been eating and Seamus became as red as a tomato. The other boys laughed at their reactions.