Thicker Than Blood | Drarry

Eleven.

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Before this year, Draco had never actually been to the Hospital Wing.

He never had any reason to. He didn't play Quidditch before, so it wasn't like he was falling out of the sky. He kept to himself, never getting into any fights, and he never had to have a visit after an accident in potions or charms because he simply never messed up enough for something severe to happen.

The first time he visited Madam Pomfrey was when Harry broke his nose. But that was just a quick walk down to the office. Now, he had woken up in a bed, and he had no idea why.

He looked around. It was still the middle of the night, and he was the only one in the room. He sat up, carefully, as to not agitate anything that he had injured. But as he sat up, he found that he was able to do so with ease, and nothing was giving him pain. His head didn't even hurt. Why was he here?

Madam Pomfrey had stepped out from behind a door a box of potions tucked underneath her arm, rushing over to him. "Oh, take it easy my dear boy!"

"But I feel fine. Why am I here?"

She rolled her eyes. "You bloody Gryffindors. Always insisting that you are just fine even when you've fallen fifty feet off a broomstick?"

"I fell off a broomstick?" He was shocked. If that was true, then Pompfrey really was an amazing healer. He felt nothing.

She chuckled, setting the box of potions on the nightstand next to him and grabbed the clipboard that sat next to it. "Oh, heavens no. I'm afraid that you've had a panic attack."

A panic attack? "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The mediwitch sighed. "Your friend, Miss Granger brought you in. You had fainted in your common room, do you remember that?"

He struggled to concentrate. He remembered sitting by the fire with her, arguing over who had been in the wrong during their friendship. It was stupid, really. "I remember talking with her, then all of a sudden I just, I think I got really overwhelmed. I- I started shivering, and I felt like I was drowning, and I couldn't hear anything and I felt like I-"

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?"

He looked her in the eyes before watching her shoulders rise and fall, and he tried to mimic her. He didn't even realize that he had stopped breathing and he felt the knot in his chest start to loosen. "I am sorry, I don't know why-"

"You don't have to apologize, my dear boy." She smiled, reaching into the box and taking out a vial. "Here, I think you should drink this."

He immediately recognized it as a calming draught, and gulped it down without complaining. He knew there was no use in fighting Pomfrey, no one ever got their way against her.

She waited until his breathing had returned to normal before continuing. "I believe that you and Granger were talking about something that upset you, which is why you got overwhelmed. Sometimes, people can get so overwhelmed that their body can have a physical reaction to their stress, and that's what happened to you."

He tried to understand it, he really did, but nothing made sense. "But, why did it happen? Why tonight? Did I start to do it again just now?" He was glad that he was given the potion, or else he was afraid that he would start hyperventilating again.