Draco's sickness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,824
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Draco's sickness
Draco’s sickness
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters… but someday I hope to… amen.
Warning: language, slash… well more so in the other chapters. There is also some wanking. Lemon in the next two chapters.
Series summary: well I think its quite obvious, but its about people getting sick, and mine all include Harry and Draco either getting together, or trying to come out to other people together… and other such nonsense.
Story summary: Draco gets sick, and Harry is on watch Draco duty… turns out Harry is in for quite the lesson on magical flu…
Authoress: damn foreign keyboard… damn foreign word processor!!! Not letting me know if I’m spelling things right in my language!!!!! Grrr.
//Harry’s thoughts//
/Draco’s thoughts/
o0§0o
On the first day back, the Great Hall was filled with conversation and laughter, and well…eating. Harry ate while only half listing to Hermione re-count her summer holidays.
“…and then we finally came back to Ottawa, and ate the most delicious dessert, called a beaver tail.”
Ron looked confused. “So wait, you ate a beaver’s tail for desert?? That sounds disgusting…”
“Ya, it sounds like something you’d eat more for dinner, then for dessert…” added Dean Thomas.
Hermione just rolled her eyes. “It’s not an actual beaver’s tail, it’s just called that because it looks like one.”
Ron smiled and nodded, seeming like he finally understood, then once again donned his confused face.
“If it’s not an actual beaver’s tail, but it’s called a beaver’s tail because it looks like one, then what is it actually made of?” Ron took a breath after the question.
“Well, it’s made from a dough, then I believe it’s fried, then they put on the most delicious sweet toppings. Like Cinnamon and lemon, and raspberry jam, and chocolate…” Hermione just smiled like she was in heaven.
Harry smiled, laughing, as he knew he was about to rain on her parade.
“Hermione, did you say ‘I believe it’s fried’? As in you’re not sure???”
Hermione frowned. “Well I haven’t had time to research it yet:”
Harry looked at her faking incredulously.
“Well…alright leave me alone already…” Hermione huffed.
Ron looked at Harry like he was a genius. But then his face fell into an apologetic frown.
“Look mate, I’m so sorry that we left you… but there were just some things that happened…”Ron trailed off, while a rather red blush appeared on his cheeks.
Harry laughed. “It’s alright Ron. I ended up not having that bad of a summer myself.”
Ron perked up. “Oh? What did you do?”
“A little this, a little that…you know.”
Harry gave his best shy model smile, that made half the girls in Gryffindor squeal and faint, and half the boys sport raging hard-ons.
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table, and saw Draco Malfoy watching him. So he through the blond the same shy look. First Draco blushed, then he grinned maliciously, then he stopped and looked at the other boys who were looking at Harry, and gave the others a preditorial look. Harry just smiled and watched as Draco stopped and changed his expression again. This time his expression was more nauseous, then anything hot. He quickly stood up and walked calmly out of the Great Hall.
Harry turned to Ron and made his excuses, then walked out as well. Harry had taken the mad with him in his pocket, as he was studying it on the train. But it was good because, as he watched it, he could see the little dot labled 'Draco Malfoy' moving quickly to the dot labelled 'Mme Pomfrey'. Harry ran to the Hospital wing as fast as possible, an made it just in time to see Draco start to lie down on one of the beds. He walked over and sat in the chair beside him.
“Are you ok??”
“Of coarse, dammit! I think I’ll go for a stroll…” he said sarcastically. “Fuck, Potter you really are stupid sometimes. No, I am not ok. I just threw up and I have a high-ish fever.”
Harry heard him mumble ‘idiot’ under his breath, but smiled, as he knew it was just Draco’s way of showing affection. And it didn’t slip Harry’s attention that Draco had sneakily managed to grab Harry’s hand to hold on to.
During the summer, Harry had come to stay with the Malfoys and enjoyed his time with Draco. Somehow, they had become friends and for Harry, more than that.
A few minutes passed and Mme P. came in and gave Draco a potion, and tried to show Harry out, but Draco insisted that he stay. So a very confused Pomfrey left the room. After finishing the potion, Draco fell instantly asleep.
Harry learned that sitting in a room, with nothing going on, nothing to think about, and nothing to do, can become quite boring… so soon his head lolled slightly to the side and light snores could be heard escaping him.
Soon Harry woke up again and saw that Mme Pomfrey was quietly bustling around. Once she saw that he was awake, she conjured him up a mug of hot tea.
“It seems that young Mr Malfoy is suffering from a magical flu. I managed to control it before it went into the contagious stages, but I’m still unsure of what the reactions might be.”
With that, she swept off into her office, and left Harry to his thoughts.
//I wonder what the effect could be…like normal non-magical flu…*so confused*//
/I bet I can tell you what the effects are…/
“Draco??? What? How?… huh?”
/Let me put it in simple terms for you Potter. I can here your thoughts, and you can apperantly hear mine. It’s one of the effects of the flu… get it?/
//... ya I think so… i still think it’s so odd though…//
/Yes.. you would wouldn’t you??/
//…right…so…//
/Potter, stop trying to make this awkward…/
//I’m sorry… and would it kill you to say my first name? You know as well as I do that we’re past that whole thing…//
/Harry…/ Draco tried.
//See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?//
But Harry’s comment went unnoticed as Draco started to play with the sound of Harry’s name.
/Haaaarry…/
Harry blushed.
/Harryyyyyy!/
At this they both laughed at the idiocy of the sound…
/Harrrry…/
This turned Harry on very much, as the dreams he’d been having lately re-assulted his brain. He quickly found a bathroom and let the scenes flood through him. First he watched as “dream Draco” flicked his tongue against the head, then took Harry’s entire cock in his mouth. He hummed lightly, sending vibrations through Harry’s cock. Soon Harry shot against the wall and slumped down in exhaustion.
/Yes, that was all nice and dandy, but can you come back now? I need you to take care of my BIG problem…/
FIN
o0§0o
So ya, that’s it for now…the other two in this series will be up soon. And yes, they are directly linked to this story… and everything will be explained.
And a cyber cookie for everyone who reviews… and for those who don’t like cyber cookies.. well, if you don’t review, then you don’t get more of the story…*grins*
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters… but someday I hope to… amen.
Warning: language, slash… well more so in the other chapters. There is also some wanking. Lemon in the next two chapters.
Series summary: well I think its quite obvious, but its about people getting sick, and mine all include Harry and Draco either getting together, or trying to come out to other people together… and other such nonsense.
Story summary: Draco gets sick, and Harry is on watch Draco duty… turns out Harry is in for quite the lesson on magical flu…
Authoress: damn foreign keyboard… damn foreign word processor!!! Not letting me know if I’m spelling things right in my language!!!!! Grrr.
//Harry’s thoughts//
/Draco’s thoughts/
o0§0o
On the first day back, the Great Hall was filled with conversation and laughter, and well…eating. Harry ate while only half listing to Hermione re-count her summer holidays.
“…and then we finally came back to Ottawa, and ate the most delicious dessert, called a beaver tail.”
Ron looked confused. “So wait, you ate a beaver’s tail for desert?? That sounds disgusting…”
“Ya, it sounds like something you’d eat more for dinner, then for dessert…” added Dean Thomas.
Hermione just rolled her eyes. “It’s not an actual beaver’s tail, it’s just called that because it looks like one.”
Ron smiled and nodded, seeming like he finally understood, then once again donned his confused face.
“If it’s not an actual beaver’s tail, but it’s called a beaver’s tail because it looks like one, then what is it actually made of?” Ron took a breath after the question.
“Well, it’s made from a dough, then I believe it’s fried, then they put on the most delicious sweet toppings. Like Cinnamon and lemon, and raspberry jam, and chocolate…” Hermione just smiled like she was in heaven.
Harry smiled, laughing, as he knew he was about to rain on her parade.
“Hermione, did you say ‘I believe it’s fried’? As in you’re not sure???”
Hermione frowned. “Well I haven’t had time to research it yet:”
Harry looked at her faking incredulously.
“Well…alright leave me alone already…” Hermione huffed.
Ron looked at Harry like he was a genius. But then his face fell into an apologetic frown.
“Look mate, I’m so sorry that we left you… but there were just some things that happened…”Ron trailed off, while a rather red blush appeared on his cheeks.
Harry laughed. “It’s alright Ron. I ended up not having that bad of a summer myself.”
Ron perked up. “Oh? What did you do?”
“A little this, a little that…you know.”
Harry gave his best shy model smile, that made half the girls in Gryffindor squeal and faint, and half the boys sport raging hard-ons.
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table, and saw Draco Malfoy watching him. So he through the blond the same shy look. First Draco blushed, then he grinned maliciously, then he stopped and looked at the other boys who were looking at Harry, and gave the others a preditorial look. Harry just smiled and watched as Draco stopped and changed his expression again. This time his expression was more nauseous, then anything hot. He quickly stood up and walked calmly out of the Great Hall.
Harry turned to Ron and made his excuses, then walked out as well. Harry had taken the mad with him in his pocket, as he was studying it on the train. But it was good because, as he watched it, he could see the little dot labled 'Draco Malfoy' moving quickly to the dot labelled 'Mme Pomfrey'. Harry ran to the Hospital wing as fast as possible, an made it just in time to see Draco start to lie down on one of the beds. He walked over and sat in the chair beside him.
“Are you ok??”
“Of coarse, dammit! I think I’ll go for a stroll…” he said sarcastically. “Fuck, Potter you really are stupid sometimes. No, I am not ok. I just threw up and I have a high-ish fever.”
Harry heard him mumble ‘idiot’ under his breath, but smiled, as he knew it was just Draco’s way of showing affection. And it didn’t slip Harry’s attention that Draco had sneakily managed to grab Harry’s hand to hold on to.
During the summer, Harry had come to stay with the Malfoys and enjoyed his time with Draco. Somehow, they had become friends and for Harry, more than that.
A few minutes passed and Mme P. came in and gave Draco a potion, and tried to show Harry out, but Draco insisted that he stay. So a very confused Pomfrey left the room. After finishing the potion, Draco fell instantly asleep.
Harry learned that sitting in a room, with nothing going on, nothing to think about, and nothing to do, can become quite boring… so soon his head lolled slightly to the side and light snores could be heard escaping him.
Soon Harry woke up again and saw that Mme Pomfrey was quietly bustling around. Once she saw that he was awake, she conjured him up a mug of hot tea.
“It seems that young Mr Malfoy is suffering from a magical flu. I managed to control it before it went into the contagious stages, but I’m still unsure of what the reactions might be.”
With that, she swept off into her office, and left Harry to his thoughts.
//I wonder what the effect could be…like normal non-magical flu…*so confused*//
/I bet I can tell you what the effects are…/
“Draco??? What? How?… huh?”
/Let me put it in simple terms for you Potter. I can here your thoughts, and you can apperantly hear mine. It’s one of the effects of the flu… get it?/
//... ya I think so… i still think it’s so odd though…//
/Yes.. you would wouldn’t you??/
//…right…so…//
/Potter, stop trying to make this awkward…/
//I’m sorry… and would it kill you to say my first name? You know as well as I do that we’re past that whole thing…//
/Harry…/ Draco tried.
//See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?//
But Harry’s comment went unnoticed as Draco started to play with the sound of Harry’s name.
/Haaaarry…/
Harry blushed.
/Harryyyyyy!/
At this they both laughed at the idiocy of the sound…
/Harrrry…/
This turned Harry on very much, as the dreams he’d been having lately re-assulted his brain. He quickly found a bathroom and let the scenes flood through him. First he watched as “dream Draco” flicked his tongue against the head, then took Harry’s entire cock in his mouth. He hummed lightly, sending vibrations through Harry’s cock. Soon Harry shot against the wall and slumped down in exhaustion.
/Yes, that was all nice and dandy, but can you come back now? I need you to take care of my BIG problem…/
FIN
o0§0o
So ya, that’s it for now…the other two in this series will be up soon. And yes, they are directly linked to this story… and everything will be explained.
And a cyber cookie for everyone who reviews… and for those who don’t like cyber cookies.. well, if you don’t review, then you don’t get more of the story…*grins*