dream • 018

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • none.
Effects • growing anxiety and nervousness.

Comments

[initforthedoe]

You may need something for those dreams, I think, Draco.

[He has potions for that.]

[mudbloodhater]

Where were you for the two years I was here? [his reply comes from beneath the covers, from a very miserable looking Draco.]

[initforthedoe]

Busy.

I will bring something up.

[mudbloodhater]

Better keep your distance; I think it's contagious.

[livethecreed]

[Altaïr watched the dream as the woman and the boy were familiar. The boy looked almost identical to Lucius and he was willing to bet they were related.]

You are Lucius' son correct? Are you unwell?

[mudbloodhater]

[muffled sniffle-]

S'right. You've met?

[and he turns his head away for a hacking cough.] You tell me if I'm unwell or not.

[livethecreed]

We have. During the Dreamscape trap and I taught him to use the filters on the Dreamberry.

[a pause]

Are you always this pleasant? [Can you hear the sarcasm Draco?

[mudbloodhater]

[he nods slowly, showing that he follows, but having very little to say on the matter. Of course his father would learn how to use the filters - that was probably the first thing Lucius learned.]

You've spent more than five minutes with my father, and you're asking me that?

[mudbloodhater]

[a bastardisation of what might have been. Regardless, he offers his father a trying smile.]

It helped.

I'll keep myself in bed to keep from giving this cold to you or Mother. [sniff-]

[mudbloodhater]

[he nods before the conversation is ended, sniffing and dabbing at his nose. When Lucius arrives, he's snuggled up in bed, sitting up somewhat but still looking miserable as ever; he wants to read, but that's not going to happen - his eyes keep falling closed.

[He glances up to his father, blinking blearily.]

Father..?

[sonuvasnitch]

I'm sorry. [ Not bad first words out of Harry's mouth. Especially considering he's going to blame himself for Draco getting sick. ]

[mudbloodhater]

It's not your fault. [besides, he didn't regret a second of it.]

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry really doubts that somehow. ]

Someone's taking care of you?

[mudbloodhater]

Father's round. Mother's up finally. Snape's making Dreamless Sleep potions.

Did Mille ever speak to you?

[royalseashells]

Oh, no! Draco, you're sick, too?

[She huffs a little sigh.] This is getting ridiculous...

[mudbloodhater]

Blame Harry. It's fully and completely his fault. [sniff.]

[royalseashells]

[Have a small smile.] Is he sick, too?

[mudbloodhater]

Even worse than me, if that's possible. He had it first.