Draco never really cared if people were sick around him, provided they don't give it to him. He was so rarely ill, any cold likely would have shut him down immediately, after all. That was precisely why he stared at people taken ill with utter disdain.
But when the person clearly taken ill was an adorable little girl? Well, perhaps it was only then that Draco would sidle a bit closer to make sure she was alright.
He draped imself over the back of the bench, peering at her. "I think you are, darling. What are you doing out of bed?"
"That's just it," she whispered since talking any louder than that hurt. "I'm not sick. Sick people can't get out of bed. I got out just fine and dressed myself." Which was mostly true, she had some complications doing both tasks but she wasn't going to say anything about that.
She sniffled and looked over at Draco trying to offer him a smile although it was interrupted by coughing.
He sighed, shifting until he was settled beside her - with a decent distance - on the bench. "You are most definitely sick." Draco mused aloud, leaning his arms over the back. "People prefer not to get out of bed, but it's certainly not an impossibility. You obviously wanted to prove that you weren't-" He paused, giving her pointed look, "-but I'm afraid your voice gives you away."
"That isn't true," she sneezed. "It's called a sick bed because they can't get out. I could leave so it is not a sick bed nor am I-I," she started coughing, holding Basil close.
He rose from the bench now, gesturing for her to hop down as well.
"No, only in Hogwarts are people actually attached to their beds when ill. I'm sure I can concoct a spell to keep you from leaving, but I won't," he tipped his head at her. "But you, Alice, are most certainly ill."
"Would you rather suffer through this because of childish pride, or would you rather have nice potions? I mean, I do brew them for a reason, after all." He sighed, planting both hands on his hips akimbo.
But when the person clearly taken ill was an adorable little girl? Well, perhaps it was only then that Draco would sidle a bit closer to make sure she was alright.
He draped imself over the back of the bench, peering at her. "I think you are, darling. What are you doing out of bed?"
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She sniffled and looked over at Draco trying to offer him a smile although it was interrupted by coughing.
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"No, only in Hogwarts are people actually attached to their beds when ill. I'm sure I can concoct a spell to keep you from leaving, but I won't," he tipped his head at her. "But you, Alice, are most certainly ill."
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"I've a few potions back home you can have. They should clear it up nicely."
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