Draco wakes up screaming, his legs feeling like they were being melted from his body, his lungs burning from the inside out. He lay in his bed gasping, his skin feeling like it was paper dry, like all the moisture was being sucked out of his body. He was able to let out another blood curdling scream, before his throat was too dry and it hurt to try to swallow. His mother burst into his room, crying out his name. She gasped when she saw him, her hand moving to her throat. Draco was coming in and out of consciousness, but he could hear his mother gasping out orders to the house elves and his body being moved from his bed to his bathroom. He sobbed in relief when he was set down gently into the most wonderful water he had ever felt. Gradually he could feel his body relaxing, the aches fading to a dull throb. He cracked open his eyes to look at his mother. "What's happening to me?" he sobbed.