Draco woke up, got dressed, and did his hair, the same three things, every morning. Except this time, it was slightly different, just slightly. Something was off, like when you knew something bad was going to happen.
"Jesus Christ, what's wrong with me?" Draco whispered, touching his head, it felt warmish, but not fever warm. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was pale but not more than usual.
What was off? He put his hands on the sink, leaning closer towards the mirror, his knuckles were white, he felt...nauseous. The nausea was getting worse by the second, it got so bad he sat against the wall on the floor.
"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked himself, his palms were now sweating and he had gotten chills down his spine like he had just walked through a graveyard.
His heart started pounding rapidly and it was hard to breathe. He closed his eyes and all the colors turned to nothingness, black, black ink. He felt himself hit the floor, the last thought was what had happened this morning, a nightmare, a terrible one. Black ink.
|Hello, this was kind of a prequel of what it's like before Draco faints, so yeah.|
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Black Ink | Drarry
Fanfiction" I miss your touch...Then come hold me" Draco's newly found faints make him feeling sick with fevers, nausea and vulnerability. his least favorite things. Harry, finds out and is worried sick, he doesn't understand why but it changes his attitude...
