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un-draco-like

harry potter dramione fic 😈

A/N: I will never be able to ship canon dramione. I mean come on! Malfoy is incredibly anti muggle and hermione hates him. Draco is definitely a redeemable character but I don’t think how they stood in the series was any grounds for a relationship. However, I think that they had some potential for an enemies to lovers arc if that was how JK wanted to write it, but she didn’t and they definitely aren’t a ship in the book. That being said, I can write whatever tf I want 😈. I think the big thing that can make or break an enemies to lovers is the moment where that wall is broken down between them and i think a sick fic is perfect for that.

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Set during PoA

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    Hermione glanced at the picture of her parents on her nightstand beside her. She was feeling a bout of homesickness, a feeling she seemed to experience a lot lately. After all, she had been visiting home less and less. With all the tensions building in the wizarding world, she felt silly wasting time with the muggles. The thing is though, she loves those muggles. She misses them a lot. 

    She felt like crying, but didn’t want to, especially not in her dorm. Her roommate’s wouldn’t make fun of her by any means. Quite the opposite, in fact, they would do nothing but smother her with attempts to help her feel better. Hermione appreciated their caring, but preferred to be sad alone. Instead, slipped into the corridor for a walk around Hogwarts, hoping to clear her head.

   It was when she passed the slytherin dorm that she began to hear it. It was oh so quiet, the kind that someone not quite as observant as Hermione would have missed entirely. But Hermione couldn’t ignore the sound of panicked breaths coming from the corridor. Maybe someone was in danger? Maybe they needed help! She quickened her pace a bit and turned down the nearest corridor. She didn’t come down this hall much, seeing that it is not only right next to the slytherin dorms, but also the only class found down this hall is muggle studies. Safe to say, that was one of the few classes she wasn’t wasting her time on. 

       She reached the end of the hallway where the sound was loudest, almost missing the source. Leaning against the wall was Draco Malfoy. He looked somehow paler than usual, his skin matching his hair, which was pasted to his forehead with sweat. 

       “Draco?”. She said, her voice soft with concern, a tone even she was surprised to be taking with him. 

       He opened his mouth to speak: probably attempting to say something along the lines of “Go away Mudbload.” but the sound that came out was closer to a whimper than a snarky remark. Hermione wanted to walk away, returning to her dorm and letting Draco deal with whatever this is on his own. But he looked so helpless. So un-Draco-like. So, against herself, she stayed.

        “Are you okay? I almost mistook you for a ghost, you’re so pale.”

        Draco sighed. “Just a little…sick is all.” He said, drawing breaths in between each word.

        “A little sick? You look like you could pass out any second. Why aren’t you in your dorm?” Hermione asked as she stepped closer to him.

        “My dorm mates aren’t exactly the most compassionate individuals.” 

With each word he painstakingly mumbled, his panic seemed to grow.

         “Okay… so why are you freaking out?”

          After a moments hesitation Draco simply replied, “Nauseous.”

That’s when it clicked in Hermione’s head. “.                  “You’re scared of vomiting?”. Draco had expected her to mock him. The fearless Draco Malfoy is afraid of something as harmless as getting sick, who wouldn’t poke fun at that? Hermione he supposed, because the only word he could use to describe her tone was worry.

He debated trying to hide his weakness from the girl. But he really could use someone who cared right now. 

“I really don’t like it. Getting sick I mean.” Hermione noticed how hard it seemed for Draco to be speaking through his nausea, with his quiet voice and shaky breath.

“Okay. Just stop talking and breathe.” She said as she summoned a bucket, a wet rag, and a bottle of water. His fear seemed to grow when he saw the bucket, the possibility of him vomiting becoming realer by the second.

“Sit down.” Hermione said, guiding him to sit on the ground. He sat, bringing his knees up to his chest.  She placed her palm against his forehead, not having to keep it there long to know he definitely had a fever. She draped the rag across his forehead.

“I really don’t like this Hermione.”

Hermione shushed him gently. “I know. But you’ll feel better once you’ve been sick.”

His body seemed to take this as permission, because he gagged harshly into his hand. Hermione quickly held the bucket under his chin. Another heave came, but Draco was still fighting against each one, not allowing anything out.

“Come on Draco, just let it out and it will be over before you know, I promise. You’re not alone.”

He shook his head, but seemed to ease up ever so slightly. 

Finally, with the next heave, his dinner spilled into the bucket. Tears spilled down his cheeks with each wave.

She gently drew circles along his shaking back. Surprisingly, Draco didn’t draw back from her touch. He was uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Eventually his stomach finished revolting, and Draco leaned back against the wall behind him. Neither of them said anything. Hermione handed him the water bottle. Draco sipped timidly trying not to trigger whatever was left in him.

After a moment, he tilted his head onto Hermione’s shoulder. She was tempted to take a picture for Ron and Harry but didn’t want to make Draco feel any worse.

Eventually she remembered they were sitting in a hallway at probably around midnight, and they can’t stay out here all night. 

“Alright Anti-Draco. Let’s get you back to your dorm.”

Malfoy groaned. Hermione stood first, offering Draco her hand to help him up. 

The unlikely pair walked together down the hall to the slytherin dorm. When they reached the portrait, Draco mumbled the password and the door opened in front of him.

Hermione was ready to turn back to Gryffindor dorm, when she heard more mumbling beside her.

“Did you say something Malfoy?”

“Thank you, Hermione. And… and I’m sorry.”

He didn’t need to say what for. He was sorry for all of it. 

Hermione smiled. She couldn’t quite forgive him for all bullying she’d endured in the past. But it was a start.

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lmk what yall think!

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so majority of you said you wanted me to continue writing kpop… but i’m just not so into that anymore! so to the 39% of you who said they would read anything, i’m going to keep writing sickfics for you in many many different fandoms. expect them to be so all over the place. also some of you said you’d like oc stuff which i can do! i have been posting some non kpop stuff on my other blog which was meant for more non kpop stuff but i think ill just start posting that here as well since i don’t really write kpop on here anymore anyway. i love to just talk to yall on here and i dont want to lose that

sorry if this disappoints any of you!

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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

thanks for a great past 3 years ❤️

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Hey, just wanted to check in, make sure you’re doing alright! Sorry to hear you’re having a tough time (also sorry I haven’t interacted on here in a while). Stay strong, I’m rooting for you ❤️

now that it’s summer, i’ve been feeling so much better. i’ve been focusing on myself and my hobbies recently and i think that’s been good. i was so happy to see you in my inbox! its crazy to think i have people on here that i don’t know irl but still have this friendship with. how are you?

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vent

i’m just super lonely rn i have no friends everyone hates me ive never had a boyfriend my crush got a girlfriend my best friend has other friends i lost a bunch of friends everything sucks

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my return

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i had two accounts tag me saying that i’m one of their favorite writers and that’s so fucking awesome

obviously i haven’t been active on here. i wish i could come back but i fear im not really into kpop anymore 😞 i miss yall. i tried writing for other communities, but i know most of you follow me for my kpop stuff so im in a predicament

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vent/aitah/advice?

i don’t usually make posts like this, but i just need to get this off my chest to someone. My best friend and I had plans to hang out tomorrow night. We were going to dinner with some friends and then going back to my place for a sleepover. Except she texted me that she forgot about other plans with some of our other friends. I’m equally close with these friends, but they keep hanging out without me. I’ve talked to my best friend about it and she said she would try to included me in that, but hasn’t. Previously, she would talk about it a lot and it made me feel left out. She knows I experienced bullying in the past that mainly involved blatant exclusion from stuff, so it sucks that she’s not more sensitive to that with me. She said that they agreed that me being invited would throw off the dynamic. But I’m upset because those plans with friends not only were double booked with our sleepover but also the dinner had to be moved and cut short so her and her boyfriend can attend this other hang out. Did I mention she hung out with that group all day today and another time before this? It’s spring break and the only time I’ve hung out with anyone is tomorrow’s dinner. And I planned that. I just feel so unwanted. Not to mention i’m feeling incredibly single lately. I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life, or a talking stage, or someone have a crush on me, or casually ask me for my number or snap. Everyone around me does. Idk why i’m so unnatractive to both friends and boys. I thought she was my best friend but im rethinking that too. I just feel like the only person who would choose me is my twin sister lmao

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Can you please do more Percy Jackson sickfic???

i would love to, if you have a request drop it in my inbox and i’d be happy to write that for you, if you weren’t anonymous i could tag you in the next post but you aren’t and that’s totally fine but just keep checking! Also I try to post those non kpop fics on @sillysickfics192 so check there rather than here❤️

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i wish i was more active on here this summer 😔

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My summer’s been perfectly uneventful! Really cool to hear you working on a Mary Poppins production (one of my absolute favourite movies as a kid)! Good luck with it ❤️

thankyou! mary poppins is suchhh a great classic and this production is like amazing. the cast is so great but the dancers are actually DEVOURING. i love dance. i love watching dance. but i HATE dancing. i just cannot dance lol. i joined the show like super late like during tech week cause they just needed more people and i was so shocked at how amazing the production is.

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Hello! Here to ask how you’ve been doing (because I haven’t reached out in a long while 😓) ❤️

i’ve been good! i LOVVEEEE summer and school is starting soon again and im very not excited but its for an education or whatever soooo

i’ve been busy this summer! as i write this i’m running the light board for a production of mary poppins which would probably get me in trouble but u don’t care i’m multi tasking anywho this is super boring but the show is amazing so it’s worth it ig!!

how’s your summer??

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Are you taking requests right now??

yup :))

but i’m a little behind so it’ll take some time to get to you, if you make a request

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

what the heck how! it feels like i started this blog yesterday lol thanks for everything yall

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patience

K-BBQ. The fun part of korean barbecue is the fact you get to cook it diy style. Tonight, Stray kids are doing-it-themselves, at their favorite restaurant. They munched on the scrumptious cheese corn while they waited for their server to bring around the meat. Eventually, the waiter appeared with a tray of thinly sliced meat which he placed onto the hot stove.

Not long after the waiter had walked away, Chan eagerly reached for a piece of meat. 

“You may want to let it cook a little longer before you eat that.” Changbin said, across the table.

“Looks fine to me!” Chan said, taking a piece and dipping it in one of the sauces.

“Mmmm” he said, the tasty meat practically melting in his mouth. He washed it down with a big gulp of his coke, before going back in for more.

“Whatever. I advise that the rest of us wait just a little longer.”, Changbin said, to which everyone agreed. 

By the time the meat was deemed cocked enough to eat, Chan had already eaten a pretty large portion of it. 

Although a bit frustrated they would have slightly less food to themselves, they dug in. Meanwhile, Chan ordered a refill on his coke. 

It wasn’t long before his stomach started to churn. He assumed he was just a bit over filled, although he didn’t remember eaten all that much. He guzzled down more coke, hoping it would help to settle his stomach, to no avail. If anything, it made his stomach ache even more.

Luckily, the boys were all polishing their own plates off already, and they just had to wait for the check.

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The car-ride home was hell. The rest of the group was loud and rambunctious, just as they always do, the bumpy movement of the car just made him feel 10 times worse. It took everything in him not to throw up then and there, almost asking Minho to pull over. But he somehow managed to make it back to their dorm. 

Once they made it back, he casually sauntered in the direction of his bedroom, careful not to draw attention to himself.

Once he was out of sight, he tiptoe-ran to the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door, and leaned over the toilet bowl with a heave. However, the food didn’t want to crawl up his throat. The twisting pain in his stomach was almost unbearable. He panted through the nausea, saliva dripping down his already sweaty chin.

Han barged into the room, never having much value for peoples privacy, 

“Chan your favorite show is on tv-“ He said as his flew through the door before realizing how Chan hunched over the toilet, his back arching as he gagged dryly. 

“Oh my gosh, Chan? Are you alright?”

In response he shook his head with a look on his face, as if to say “of course not idiot.”

“Have you thrown up at all?”

Another head shake, this time without the annoyed expression.

“Here, why don’t you sit down?”

Jisung said, guided the leader to his knees in front of toilet. He whined, digging his head into Jisung’s shoulder, who sat beside him on the tile.

After almost ten minutes of staying exactly there, Jisung spoke up.

“Do you want to go back to your room? I can bring you a bucket in case, but it doesn’t seem like you’re going to throw up right now.”

He groaned.

“Feel like I will.”

The poor boy was so nauseous, he didn’t see himself ever getting up. 

For ten minutes more, he sat there, panting over the toilet water.

“Chan, you gotta let it up buddy.” Han said.

“It’s not coming up.”

“You’ll feel better after.”

He nodded his head, opening his mouth a gagging, before snapping shut again. His body didn’t want to throw up. He won’t admit it, but he’s scared.

“Channie, just open your mouth wide, close your eyes, and let it out.” Jisung said, feeling bad about what he was about to do. Slowly, as to not let Chan know, he moved his hand to Chans mouth. He used two fingers, and pushed them into Chans mouth, quickly now, and touching the back of his throat, retracting his hand as Chan flinched away. His efforts were not unrewarded, as Chan gagged, bringing with it a mouthful of undigested meat from dinner.

“I’m sorry Chan.” 

Once it started coming up, it didn’t stop. Mouthful after mouthful of beef, rice, and cola spewed out of him. Eventually, Chan finished vomiting, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Cmon, let’s get you to bed.” Jisung said, helping Chan up and tucking him into bed. He rested a bucket on the floor beside Chans bed, along with a bottle of water. Chans stomach still cramped and churned, warning to the night ahead. But atleast he had his quokka, there to take care of him, no matter how gross.

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this was a request but i mistakenly deleted it from my inbox 😔 you know who you are i guess!

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Okay so I was wondering if you could pls pls base a sickfic off of Han’s Stomach ache that he got in Stray kids Log of STAYweek at timestamps 3:07, 8:11, and 25:18?? If you need more detail then just that let me know 😭 im not good at explaining, Thank you!

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okay so this one was one that i absolutely LOVED. that’s why it’s taken me like REALLY long to answer, because i want to get it right. thing is, nothing really happened in the video other than him complaining about his stomach hurting. is it preferred that i try to keep it accurate to the video and what actually happened, or should i take creative liberties, maybe, the cameras turned off 😋

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hey guys!!

lots of people liked my school bus graveyard fic and pjo fic! and i love that! and i want to make space for those new readers, so i think im going to move those fics to my other blog which i deserted and decided to test the water keeping my fics here. but i think its easier for me to have them separate so if you like my fics and want that non kpop content, follow me here! @sillysickfics192

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also don’t worry! i will still definitely be posting here and filling those requests :)