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draaco looked daround hims and wass all cocbfsssed
hee was ont the grournd of fhte quidditch feeield and hasarry was besidee him, looking aalkconcerned and sshit
why wwas harry sos worriedd about him?
"dracco, matre, aee you alright?" haerry asked, very visibly cocnderend. draco frowned
the woerld was all spinny
wwahy did his body ache
whwy did hiss brain feel likee a cloud
"whaa haond?" he rrieed to ask, though tit came outt incocnghherent and weriktrd
"you ffeel and sttartied convulsisng"
"oh"
sosmetimes dracoc forgot aabout the ewhjole epilepssy thing
"letss get yout to the enurse, mate"
"yeaah, alright"