Chapter Four
— Many Slytherin like her. But honestly, I think that woman is a bitch. And her classroom is an eyesore. — Pansy complained about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
— Yes, Pansy, you complained about that all day. — Blaise said with a sigh as he leaned against the back of Pansy's chair.
— But I haven't complained to Draco yet. He'd agree with me every time I said that. Right, Draco?
— Pansy, I’m not in the mood for this. — Draco massaged one of his temples.
He really didn’t want to talk to anyone. Draco was in a bad mood for being stuck in the hospital wing for who knows how long. It had barely been the second day and Draco could no longer stand sitting on that bed.
— You two are such grumpy bores. That’s what I get for not interacting with the Slytherin girls. We like to talk bad about each other.
— Then Draco must be a girl. — Blaise teased.
Draco showed the middle finger to Zabini, drawing a smile from the other.
— Your boyfriend has been asking about you. — Pansy said with a mischievous smile.
— Who? — Draco didn't even bother to look at her, keeping his eyes closed and pressing a hand to his forehead as he felt the headache intensify.
— Windsor.
Eliot Windsor was a Ravenclaw boy a year above who liked to be fucked by Draco. And Draco liked to fuck Windsor. He is a handsome, tall boy with tanned skin and brown hair, with hazel eyes and a physique well-honed from his years as a Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. In other words, a standard boy, desired by all the girls. Windsor was indeed a womanizer, including a big jerk, but the girls kept falling at his feet, even though he treated them badly. He dated several girls at the same time, but he never fucked anyone, it was all to keep up appearances and not suspect that he was actually gay.
Draco thought him disgusting and inferior for his actions, but he still liked fucking Windsor. There was something satisfying about watching that "big boy" moan and beg like a whore for more of his cock. It was a dynamic that gave Draco a sense of superiority.
— He's not my boyfriend. — he said impatiently.
Good Heavens, that boy was clingy.
— Uhm, and you told him that?
— Every time I fuck him.
— It didn't seem like it did much good. — Blaise laughed. — He won't stop asking about you.
— Already? — Draco rolled his eyes.
— He must miss your dick. After all, he went the whole summer without it. — Pansy laughed.
Draco groaned in frustration.
— Desperate boy.
— Considering what people say about you, even I would miss your cock. — Blaise smiled at Draco with amusement.
Draco blushed. It was true that he had gained a certain amount of fame in his final year, and not just for being the Prince of Slytherin. Curiosity about his sexuality had led him to experiment. He had kissed a girl in his third year, but he had never tried anything with a boy. Well, you could say that Draco had gone all in. After kissing a boy for the first time, he went further and ended up losing his virginity that same night. And Draco liked it. Since then, he had discovered that, although he liked girls, his preference clearly leaned towards boys.
He liked the soft feel and curvy bodies of girls, but he found the straight and hard bodies of boys more attractive.
However, something was wrong. Since the holidays, Draco had not felt the same way. When he thought about sex, instead of the usual excitement, a feeling of discomfort and anxiety took over him.
— Okay, enough talking about Draco's dick. — Pansy picked up her bag from the floor, pulling out a stack of parchment. — I brought your homework.
— What? — Draco picked up the stack of parchment. — There's a week's worth of homework here.
— Maybe it's because you've been here for a week?
Draco looked at Pansy with wide eyes.
— A week? — he asked incredulously.
Impossible. Draco had gone to the hospital wing the morning before, there was no way it could have been a week, he would have noticed, even with his memory lapses.
Right?
— Yes, Draco. — Pansy looked at him with a mixture of confusion and concern. — It's already Friday, you came here on Monday.
Draco blinked a few times, running his hand over his face.
— I think that explains why you're still here. You're so sick that you don't even know what day it is. — Blaise said, seeing his friend's confused expression.
Draco stared at the blanket, running his hand through his hair and noticing that it was dirty and messy, confirming that, in fact, more time had passed than he had realized.
— Draco, are you okay? What's wrong with you? — Pansy asked with concern.
— I'm fine, Pansy, it's nothing. — he said with a sigh.
Pansy and Blaise exchanged worried glances.
Pansy sighed.
— Well, I asked Blaise to get my book back. — Pansy said, taking the book out of her bag. — I saw you didn’t finish reading it.
— Uhm, yeah. I… I ended up keeping myself busy during the holidays.
— It’s okay. — she smiled gently and handed over the book. — Here. You can stay for a while longer. At least you'll have something to do while you're here.
Draco took the book.
— Are you sure?
— I am. — she smiled at him. — You can stay as long as you need.
Draco couldn't breathe, his face pressed tightly against the pillow. The feeling of suffocation made his heart beat even faster and harder, increasing his desperate need for air.
Suddenly, his hair was pulled violently, allowing him to take a long, deep breath of oxygen. His body was turned abruptly, like a rag doll, and his back hit the mattress. Draco blinked a few times, disoriented. He looked up at Voldemort's face, the man with his face inches away from his, a mischievous smile on his thin, pale lips.
— I love it when you struggle like that. I love it when you try to hide and run away from me, like a scared little bunny. — Voldemort whispered. — You, a little bunny, and I, the fox. — Draco felt something press against his entrance.
His heart raced in panic, and his eyes widened as he looked down, realizing that he was completely naked. Voldemort, on the other hand, already had his penis exposed, ready to invade him. Draco tried to push him away, but his wrists were quickly pinned above his head. He began to struggle even more frantically, his stomach churning as his body was flooded with paralyzing terror.
— And the fox always follows the bunny. — Voldemort laughed with amusement at the look of terror and despair on Draco's face.
— Let me go... Please, let me go. — Draco begged, tears streaming down his face.
— That's it, beg me! I love it when you beg me. You don't know how exciting that is. — Voldemort ran his tongue over Draco's jaw, savoring the taste of his skin and the salt of the tears that ran down to the pillow.
Voldemort moved toward Draco's lips, sealing them.
— No matter where you hide, little bunny, I will always find you.
Draco sat up in bed, his eyes wide as he looked around the bed. His stomach was churning, and the air seemed to refuse to enter his lungs, while his heart raced faster and faster.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Draco leaned his head off the bed and vomited. He coughed violently, trying to breathe, but the suffocation persisted. His body trembled uncontrollably, the fear caused by a dream he didn't remember squeezing his chest tightly.
— Malfoy? Are you okay? — Draco looked to the side, seeing Potter standing at the edge of the bed, also wearing his infirmary pajamas.
Before he could tell Potter to go fuck himself, the nausea overcame him again, and he vomited again. He choked, unable to breathe no matter how hard he tried. The feeling of suffocation seemed to intensify, consuming him.
He felt a tug on his shoulder, forcing him to lie down again. A vial of a pale blue potion was brought to his lips, and Draco grudgingly drank it, even though he choked. He coughed as the liquid went down his throat, but gradually he felt his heart slow down, and his breathing evened out. The panic gradually dissipated, being replaced by a strangely induced calm.
Draco coughed as the potion went down his throat. His heartbeat slowed rhythmically, as did his breathing, the panic being emptied from his chest as the air began to return to his lungs.
— It's okay, Draco. It was just a calming potion. — Draco heard Snape's voice as his eyes remained unfocused on the ceiling of the infirmary. — It was just a nightmare. You'll go back to sleep soon.
Draco actually began to feel his eyelids heavy, the fear, panic and anxiety leaving his chest completely, making the feeling of suffocation pass. Now that his mind was clearer, he could see how oppressed he had felt. The anxiety and anguish that had been there all day long finally lifted, as if he were free of the burden for the first time.
When had these feelings started? How had he not noticed them before? And why was he suddenly so distressed?
With his eyes already closed, Draco felt the questions drift away from his mind as he fell asleep, his body light, as if he were floating in the water.
Draco stared at the number five in Roman numerals at the top of the page. He had never gotten past chapter five. At least, he didn't remember getting past chapter five. He had a vague feeling that it wasn't the first time he had stared at that number.
The feeling of anxiety and anguish returned as soon as he woke up. The difference was that now he was aware of those feelings, along with a strange discouragement.
The feeling of anxiety and anguish returned as soon as he woke up. The difference was that now he was aware of these feelings, along with a strange discouragement. His perception of time had also worsened. He no longer knew how long he had been there, or what he had done in the last few hours. He would wake up, have coffee, and when he looked out the window again, the sun had already set. That was of the days he remembered looking out the window. Severus had given him a calendar so he could mark the days and not feel so anxious, but Draco was sure he also forgot to mark the days, since the calendar showed September 3rd, but the trees outside the infirmary had already lost all their leaves, suggesting that it was already around the middle of August.
Complaining about not noticing the time of day, and feeling distressed about having lost the whole day, often going days without even taking a shower, Severus also gave him a pocket watch with a personalized alarm system, ringing a different tone for each item Draco was supposed to do during the day. But it didn't work. Draco couldn't remember what each tone meant, and the few times he could remember, his sense of time would become distorted again and in the blink of an eye hours would have passed and he would only realize it because of the next alarm.
The teachers had given up on sending out homework, or Severus had asked them to stop. It didn't matter. One way or another, he wouldn't remember to do it. And if he did, Draco tried everything to remember the information from the texts to do the activities. Highlighting, writing notes, making summaries, but nothing worked. Before he could even finish reading, he would forget.
Draco let out a sigh, rubbing his face with both hands when the clock rang. Looking at the clock, he saw the hands showing four in the afternoon. Draco racked his brain to remember what that time meant, but all he got was a headache.
He looked up when he saw a shadow standing at the foot of his bed. Snape was standing there watching him with a glint of concern in his eyes. Snape placed some of his clothes on the bed.
— Get dressed. It's good to get some air every now and then. — he closed the bed curtains.
With a sigh, Draco slowly got up from the bed, stretching. His bones cracked, making him wonder how long it had been since he had gotten up from his bed. His body felt tired from standing still for so long.
He put on his clothes, feeling relieved to finally take off those uncomfortable pajamas from the infirmary. He got out of his bed and followed Severus. They both remained silent for a long time until they went outside the castle. Draco felt the cold autumn wind hit his face. He pulled his scarf tighter, feeling his body shiver all over.
— Draco, I don't have good news. — Snape began as he stood beside him and walked slowly through the grass. — Madam Pomfrey and I are doing our best, but...
Draco looked at the castle as he walked, ignoring the faint murmur in the background. He loved autumn. Better than autumn, only winter. He liked the snow, playing in it and walking around the school grounds covered in it. He thought the castle looked beautiful this time of year. He liked snowy days, sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea or hot chocolate, cookies at your side, a blanket warming your legs, and a good book in your hands.
He looked at the Forbidden Forest next to them. He liked to walk through the extensive woods that were behind his house. He liked the creatures he found along the way, and he remembered enjoying hunting insects when he was a child. His father hated it when he came back with dirty clothes and glass jars with holes in the lids with insects inside. Draco always released the insects after some time observing them.
The Forest seemed like a good place to hunt insects. The castle too. The cracks between the stones looked like perfect hiding places for spiders.
— I'm sorry, Draco…
They stopped at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. Draco looked around before looking at Severus in confusion.
— Uncle Sev, where are we?
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