A Secret Romance- A Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 3

    After a while, I finally made it to the Room of Requirements. I went over to the wall and paced back and forth in front of it, thinking of the thing I needed. When I got inside he there waiting for me, his silver eyes and pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and his tender lips were opened ever so slightly. He spoke in such a delicate voice that at first, I didn't think it was him, the Malfoy I knew all those years ago would never speak in such a tone, but, once I processed what he said, it reassured me that, yes, indeed, this was my Malfoy.

"I am not going easy on you," he said in the most erotic voice ever heard to human ears, almost as if he were a siren, his voice luring me closer and closer to him the more he spoke.

We kissed so long that by the time we stopped kissing we had gotten all our clothes off which were now lying on the floor near our ankles in clumps. We got on the bed--and since this wasn't the first time, I knew exactly what to do. This time we were so lustful, and dare I say, horny for each other that we forgot to use the protection spell.

The next morning I bid him farewell for the time being and put on my clothes from the night before, putting on the invisibility cloak once I was done. By the time I got back to the common room, the sun started to come up, so I quickly scurried up the stairs since I was still very tired from last night's. . . . events. I took the opportunity to go back to sleep.

I woke up from Ron yelling at me to wake up or we'd be late to breakfast. Down in the common room, Hermione was waiting for us, and, of course, as always, carrying a stack of books to read while we were all eating.--Honestly, she must be superhuman, how is she able to carry all those books at once?!?!?--By the time we got to breakfast he was there, just sitting at the Slytherin table, talking to that Pansy bitch that thinks he is as straight as a line. It hurts my soul seeing him talk to her--even though I know he has not even the slightest romantic interest in her. It just hurts seeing her flirt with him and he goes along to avoid any wariness concluding his sexuality.

When we finished breakfast, we started to walk to class. For some indefinite reason, I felt nauseous. I quickly left, not even asking the teacher if I could, and went to the nearest bathroom Ron noticed my absence and poked his head out the hall, seeing me run down it, he quickly ran after me to make sure I was alright.

He was about to knock on my stall when he then noticed it was already open, though just slightly. I quickly proceeded to puke my insides out.

"Bloody hell, you alright in there, Harry?" he asked as he walked into the stall. He patted my back and helped keep my hair out of my face, which was harder than you think for a guy. I have very messy and wild hair.

When we left the bathroom Hermione was waiting for us just outside, a fretful expression on her face.

"Harry," she said, "Are you alright? I could hear you puking your guts out from just outside the boy's bathroom. . . "

"I... I don't feel so well. . . ." I admitted

Ron then proceeded to suggest that we should go visit Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. Hermione agreed, after all, I sounded like I was fucking dying when I was puked, but I, of course, not wanting to get in trouble with Snape tried to dismiss it, saying it was probably just a 24-hour stomach bug and I'd be alright by tomorrow.

Of course, they wouldn't give up that easily, as unyielding as they both were and I had barely managed to weasel my way out of it. Well, I guess they had reason to because right in the middle of potions I asked Snape if I may please to go to the bathroom. Ron followed me a while later, as to not arouse any suspicion from Snape, and checked up on me.

Let's just say I wasn't doing so well.

By the end of the day, they were practically dragging me to Madam Pomfrey. When we got there Malfoy was there because his head hurt due to studying so much and for such long periods of time. When he saw me, he looked concerned and uneasy. Of course, as soon as Madam Pomfrey saw us she asked us about why we were there. Hermione took lead and answered Madam Pomfrey's question.

"Harry has been throwing up all day."

After a few tests she came back and said with a bewildered and appalled expression:

"Harry. . . your. . ."