If only it were that easy (draco malfoy 18+)

12 : "what if he doesn't come back?"

Peeling your eyes open that next morning was arguably one of the most difficult things you have ever had to do. It was like scraping sandpaper against your eyeballs and as soon as you could see the ceiling it started to spin.

Violently.

"Oh my god I'm gonna be sick" you blurted, smacking your hand over your mouth instinctively as you felt the vile bubbling sensation in your stomach.

It was then, in a panicked state, that you realised where you were, lay sprawled across the common room sofa, head in Blaise's lap and legs tangled onto Draco's chest. Your toes were uncomfortably close to his cheeks. He shifted beneath your feet uncomfortably and pressed his face into a soft cushion besides his head, seemingly still asleep somehow. He was half siting half lying, with one leg on the sofa and the other dangling over the edge, arms intertwined with your legs.

Blaise hadn't shifted in the slightest, sat up right with his head tilting at what looked like a painfully crooked angle against the back of the chair. You blinked your tired eyes and stared up at him with a frown- his mouth was hanging open and it was like he was talking in his sleep, mumbling nonsensical strings of syllables into words that you were certain didn't exist.

The churning continued and you let a pained groan slip your lips, trying to wiggle free from Dracos grip and avoid shaking Blaise from whatever dream he was having right now.

It was taking too long, you could feel it rising in your stomach.

"Fuck" you wheezed, panicking and falling off of the sofa with a loud and painful thud.

Draco groaned loudly, springing up from his slouched searing position and grabbing his jaw- turns out you had kicked him, rather viciously, directly in the chin.

He looked angry for a second, but when his eyes landed on you it switched to changed instantly and he extended a hand down to help lift you up.

"No, no no, no" you mumbled, lifting your hand to your mouth and shaking your head.

Muggle alcohol gave the most disgusting hangovers, and judging by the dark rims around Draco's eyes in comparison to his sickeningly pale now green-ish skin, he was feeling the negative effects too.

"Wait...wait" he grumbled, begrudgingly lifting himself off of the chair as if the grinding of his bones was causing him excruciating pain.

He reached over the chair and grabbed his wand from the coffee table, absentmindedly knocking his palm though clattering empty bottles and half drunk glasses of mixed alcohol. Before you knew it he was pointing it uncomfortably close to your head, focusing the tip against your temple, and muttering something under his breath.

Draco's eyes were squinted almost shut, and be used his other hand to rub his brow bone- as you watched him suffering from his hangover you felt the heavy fog lifting from your own head, the sickening feeling fluttering away from you.

"T-thanks"

Blaise woke up, winking open one eye first and locking eyes with you stood in front of him. He laughed.

"Tell me why I just had a dream that you guys were getting expelled for graffitiing Pansy fucks Snape on the sly in the prefects bathroom" he was laughing and then suddenly he wasn't, eyes wide "wait- that didn't actually happen right?"

Draco had clearly cleared any remnants of sickness from within him as his eyes were much brighter, like he had gotten a full night of peaceful sleep, and he laughed heartily at the idea. He reassured Blaise that your group antics had been solely confined to the common room, so there was no need to worry, but he chewed on his lip, explaining that it "felt really real man"