Wow so I was asked to do a part two for my first ever One Shot, "a little ill"! So this will be fun 😊 by the way, sorry if I'm sitting on a few requests. It's just that I have exams to study for this year.
ANYWAY, usually for Pt.2's, I fo the other perspective but let me know if you want me to extend the plot.
Draco's POV
I stumble into the bathroom, barely able to see. Shadows seem more intense and any light present burns my eyes.
I focus on breathing properly. I don't know what's happening.
Then I notice Potter standing at the mirror. Probably admiring himself, the Golden Boy he is. I think he notices me too in the reflection.
He turns to leave, but not before looking at me. He pauses.
"Draco, are you okay?"
I can barely hear him through the ringing in my ears.
Potter's concerned for me?? I get nervous. Potter can't be worried about me. Our hatred for each other is the only thing keeping me from kissing him. And I can't have that. Father would want me gutted and hung over the fireplace at Malfoy Manor. I push my thoughts away. Keep up the illusion.
"Shove off Potter." I reply, stronger than I feel.
I'm struggling to keep upright and the whole world's spinning and Potters looking at me and I don't know what to do and oh God.
I hurry into the nearest cubicle and hurl up all my breakfast. I few sobs escape me as my defensive walls break down. Potter's seen me like this and there's no going back.
I font hear anything so he either left or I've gone deaf. Or both.
But no, a few seconds later I feel his gentle hand on my back.
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
There's so many reasons for me to be sorry. I suppose the main reason is because my family has a bottle of wine ready for his death. Or because what I'm planning for Albus Dumbledore.
But he obviously assumes I was taking about this situation.
"Hey, it's okay." he soothes. "Did you eat anything bad today?"
I think back. Well I've been feeling bad since I woke up, so probably not.
"I don't think so." I admit.
I wipe my mouth and attempt to stand up but my legs are weak and I feel like I can't breath and my vision is blurry.
I squeeze my eyes shut, as if it would help.
I'm aware of Harry reaching out to feel my temperature but I pull away, mainly due to nerves.
But he looks me in the eye and simply states " it's okay." And something about his voice makes me believe him.
He reaches agin and this time I allow his hand to touch my forehead.
He quickly pulls back, shocked. "Draco, you're burning up!"
I nod slightly.
"Come on we'll get you to the infirmary." he decides and puts an arm around my shaky body.
We leave the bathroom, me leaning on him and continue slowly until we reach the infirmary. I nearly passed out a few times but thankfully didn't.
I don't know what else to say. I was so cruel to him and he was actually helpful.
"Thank you, Scarhead."
"Anytime, Ferret."
