12 December 2005
Draco Malfoy was very, very sick. He couldn't believe that after everything he had survived, he was lying in a smelly tent in the middle of the jungle, dying of some horrible Muggle disease, unable to get anywhere near decent wizarding medical care. His vision swam and he felt very sick, sweat pouring down his face. Let the end come soon, he thought.
Draco's eyes rolled back in his head as images began to flash through his mind. His mother, his father, the war, everything he had lost—
His eyes fluttered open. Hermione Granger was pushing open the flap of his tent, her eyes sympathetic and sorrowful.
"Oh Merlin, is this what Death looks like?" Draco groaned, rolling his eyes.
Hermione looked sorrowful and came to sit on Draco's cot beside him, leaning over his head. The ends of her bushy hair tickled his face, and Draco flinched.
"Shh, shh," Hermione crooned, stroking his hair. She picked up a wet cloth and dabbed his forehead. "Oh, Draco, everything's going to be all right. I'll be here with you, until the very end." Her eyes were full of tears.
"Excuse me?" Draco snapped, his voice dry and painful.
"You know how I adore you, Draco," Hermione whispered, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
"Draco!" Astoria shrieked as Draco leapt up in bed. She clutched her very pregnant belly as she fumbled for the lights. Draco had a coughing fit and reached for a glass of water on his nightstand, hunching over on his side of the bed.
He groaned loudly, cradling his head as the lights flicked on in his and Astoria's bedroom.
"Draco, are you all right?" Astoria asked, moving to sit beside him. She reached up one hand and felt his forehead. "You've still got that fever. Draco, that's it, we're going to St. Mungo's in the morning."
Draco looked up at Astoria. Her hair was blond and gently curled, not bushy and brown, and she was every inch the woman he loved and had married four years ago. His pale eyes widened, and he patted Astoria's head with his left hand and her belly with his right, as if overjoyed to find that she was solid. She stared at him, clearly fearful for his sanity.
"Draco, sweetheart, you need a Healer," Astoria said, ducking away from Draco's hand. She caught his wrist and held it, looking at him sympathetically. Draco seemed to relax slightly, and hunched over again, clutching his head.
Astoria reached up to smooth his sweaty hair. "You're really sick," she said.
"You're not kidding," Draco mumbled, not looking up.
Okay, so I don't know if I've ever said this before, but Dramione is probably my least favorite pairing. Like, ever. This is my attempt at making light of it. I've never done Draco and Astoria before! :) Hope you like. For Forever Jen x's Sickness Challenge! Prompt: Draco Malfoy, malaria.