A little-known and strange disease had swept through the magical world. Hanahaki. The very definition of dying from love.

The first flower petals Draco vomited were when he noticed your closeness to Theodore Nott. It seemed illogical to him because he couldn't be falling in love with someone like you who wasn't even at his same level. You didn't even come from a pure-blood family. Each petal he vomited or coughed up was different. Different emotions that already had an owner. YOU. The worst part is that he would rather die than tell you he was in love with you.

Everyone was asleep except him. The pain in his stomach and his difficulty breathing didn't allow it, so he had laid down on one of the sofas in the common room near the fireplace while his thoughts wandered to you. And when he saw you appear, he felt as if his own thoughts had called you. That night Draco had vomited a complete flower for the first time. A carnation. A beautiful red carnation that only meant his heart was aching for you.

Can't you sleep either? he asked from the sofa as he met your surprised gaze. His tone, although somewhat weak, didn't lose that characteristic mocking tone he always used when talking to you.