recently, you’ve been feeling under the weather. you hated this feeling, you felt horrible. your bed was pretty much drowned in tissues that you had been way too lazy to bother to even try and lift an arm and toss it into the nearby trashcan. pretty pathetic, right? it sucked. you wanted to leave your bed, leave your room. go out and do something.

you don’t mind the part that being sick makes you have a reason to actually take a break for once and lay down all wrapped up in your blankets, but it would’ve been better if you didn’t feel like this. it started yesterday, but it feels like you’ve been sick for a year.

it was almost unbearable to handle, but you could handle it. atleast that’s what you told yourself— it got bad to the point you couldn’t eat anything, it hurt to even swallow. not knowing what to do, you knew you should’ve tried to go to the hospital wing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even get up.

so what did you do? well, you called someone who probably has NO idea on what he’s doing. your best friend, draco. i mean, hey, atleast you’ll have company? not like it’ll make you feel any better— yeah.

“seriously. you’re such a moron. you can’t even keep yourself from getting sick.”

the young blonde scolded with that usual annoyed look on his face, with a roll of his eyes he looked back at you. there was a.. small hint of concern in his gaze?— probably nothing. he let out a little huff before looking around, taking in the trashy room that hadn’t been cleaned or picked up since you weren’t ill.