WISHLISTS: Love Sick (Draco/Rose)
Author: drcjsnider
Recipient: mlui187
Title: Love Sick
Pairing: Draco/Rose
Request: Draco/Rose (romantic situation) - I'd prefer not to have a fic with infidelity. Maybe Draco is divorced and it's post-Hogwarts.
Rating: R
Word Count: 643
Summary: Draco gets some disturbing news from his healer.
Author's Notes: First - I know this isn't a REAL romantic situation, but I just couldn't write a romantic Draco with Rose. This is as close as I got, sorry if it falls short. Second, I wrote this thinking about it as an outtake from Draco’s POV of a future chapter in _The Dragon and the Rose_. However, because mlui187 requested no infidelity, I removed any references of that sort from this drabble. You can fine a full version - which is basically the same but for two lines - at my journal.
Draco was growing alarmed. This was the fifth healer he’d seen in three weeks. He’d been tested for nefarious potions, cunning curses, disreputable spell affects, magical maladies, physical ailments, and even Muggle diseases. Yet none of the wizards or witches he’d seen could diagnose his affliction. The last one had even suggested that perhaps "nothing at all was wrong." The stupid, idiotic, man.
If nothing was wrong with him, if he was healthy, then how did one explain the sweaty palms, the stomach churning, and his rapidly beating heart? It was true that these things did not happen all the time. They were fleeting, but no less real despite their transitory nature.
Determined to find the answer to his situation, Draco agreed to an appointment with Padma Patil, a Muggle-trained specialist who focused on neurological problems. He had avoided going to this particular healer because she had been on the receiving end of a nasty Cruciatus Curse he cast under the direction of the Carrows during his seventh year at Hogwarts. Still desperate times - and research into the legal and magical implications of the Hippocratic Oath - had convinced him that an appointment with Patil would be safe, even if not prudent.
“Mr. Malfoy,” she said in a cold voice as she entered the examining room.
“Healer Patil,” he responded just as coldly.
She got right down to business. “I’ve been reviewing your charts and medical records and I find your symptoms to be very common.”
“You do? How come none of the professionals I’ve visited have been able to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I suspect that because of your advanced age they didn’t consider this particular condition a possibility.”
“My advanced age? I’m only forty-five. I’m same age you are!” Crazy bint.
“Yes, well, this particular condition is more typical among those in their early teens,” she explained calmly.
Draco frowned. The only “condition” he could think of that primarily affected teenagers were spots, which - thank Merlin - he’d never had to worry about. “It must be exceedingly rare.”
She smiled and shook her head. “No, it’s quite common. Most people experience their first episode between the ages of fourteen and seventeen and often have several more occurrences throughout their lifetime.”
Draco glared at her. Patil was obviously having a go at him. There was no way some epidemic of monumental proportions had occurred about which he had no knowledge. “And what exactly is this condition called?” he sneered.
“You’re in love.”
“Impossible,” he scoffed.
“Perhaps unfortunate, yet still true,” Patil replied.
Suddenly, Draco’s head began to hurt. “Who?”
“That I can’t tell you. However, if you think back to when your symptoms began and who you are around whenever they appear, I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.”
0-0-0
He was waiting for her when she returned from dinner at her parents.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need to test something,” he told her.
“Well forget it. I was a guinea pig for my uncle George too many times. I vowed never to let myself-”
He shut her up by covering her mouth with his own. As she relaxed into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, Draco began to feel ill. His stomach lurched, his heart pounded in his chest, his mind became blurry with images of holding, fucking, worshiping this girl for the rest of his life. He pushed her away, sat down heavily on her bed, and buried in his face in his hands.
Rose knelt in front of him and rested her chin on his knee. When he looked up into her deep blue eyes, they were filled with concern. “Are you okay, Malfoy?”
“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I’ve done something unbelievably stupid.”
“What?” she inquired, her eyebrow arched in wariness.
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
The End
Recipient: mlui187
Title: Love Sick
Pairing: Draco/Rose
Request: Draco/Rose (romantic situation) - I'd prefer not to have a fic with infidelity. Maybe Draco is divorced and it's post-Hogwarts.
Rating: R
Word Count: 643
Summary: Draco gets some disturbing news from his healer.
Author's Notes: First - I know this isn't a REAL romantic situation, but I just couldn't write a romantic Draco with Rose. This is as close as I got, sorry if it falls short. Second, I wrote this thinking about it as an outtake from Draco’s POV of a future chapter in _The Dragon and the Rose_. However, because mlui187 requested no infidelity, I removed any references of that sort from this drabble. You can fine a full version - which is basically the same but for two lines - at my journal.
Draco was growing alarmed. This was the fifth healer he’d seen in three weeks. He’d been tested for nefarious potions, cunning curses, disreputable spell affects, magical maladies, physical ailments, and even Muggle diseases. Yet none of the wizards or witches he’d seen could diagnose his affliction. The last one had even suggested that perhaps "nothing at all was wrong." The stupid, idiotic, man.
If nothing was wrong with him, if he was healthy, then how did one explain the sweaty palms, the stomach churning, and his rapidly beating heart? It was true that these things did not happen all the time. They were fleeting, but no less real despite their transitory nature.
Determined to find the answer to his situation, Draco agreed to an appointment with Padma Patil, a Muggle-trained specialist who focused on neurological problems. He had avoided going to this particular healer because she had been on the receiving end of a nasty Cruciatus Curse he cast under the direction of the Carrows during his seventh year at Hogwarts. Still desperate times - and research into the legal and magical implications of the Hippocratic Oath - had convinced him that an appointment with Patil would be safe, even if not prudent.
“Mr. Malfoy,” she said in a cold voice as she entered the examining room.
“Healer Patil,” he responded just as coldly.
She got right down to business. “I’ve been reviewing your charts and medical records and I find your symptoms to be very common.”
“You do? How come none of the professionals I’ve visited have been able to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I suspect that because of your advanced age they didn’t consider this particular condition a possibility.”
“My advanced age? I’m only forty-five. I’m same age you are!” Crazy bint.
“Yes, well, this particular condition is more typical among those in their early teens,” she explained calmly.
Draco frowned. The only “condition” he could think of that primarily affected teenagers were spots, which - thank Merlin - he’d never had to worry about. “It must be exceedingly rare.”
She smiled and shook her head. “No, it’s quite common. Most people experience their first episode between the ages of fourteen and seventeen and often have several more occurrences throughout their lifetime.”
Draco glared at her. Patil was obviously having a go at him. There was no way some epidemic of monumental proportions had occurred about which he had no knowledge. “And what exactly is this condition called?” he sneered.
“You’re in love.”
“Impossible,” he scoffed.
“Perhaps unfortunate, yet still true,” Patil replied.
Suddenly, Draco’s head began to hurt. “Who?”
“That I can’t tell you. However, if you think back to when your symptoms began and who you are around whenever they appear, I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.”
0-0-0
He was waiting for her when she returned from dinner at her parents.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need to test something,” he told her.
“Well forget it. I was a guinea pig for my uncle George too many times. I vowed never to let myself-”
He shut her up by covering her mouth with his own. As she relaxed into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, Draco began to feel ill. His stomach lurched, his heart pounded in his chest, his mind became blurry with images of holding, fucking, worshiping this girl for the rest of his life. He pushed her away, sat down heavily on her bed, and buried in his face in his hands.
Rose knelt in front of him and rested her chin on his knee. When he looked up into her deep blue eyes, they were filled with concern. “Are you okay, Malfoy?”
“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I’ve done something unbelievably stupid.”
“What?” she inquired, her eyebrow arched in wariness.
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
The End