Draco stood at the edge of the hospital bed, staring at the occupant in horror. His legs felt as though they were made of lead, he couldn't believe his eyes.
Everything was quiet, it was the middle of the night. He knew he mustn't be here so far away from the Slytherin common room. Still Draco had to know, he had to find out if the rumors were true.
He loved her more then anything but, he knew he could never tell her. Still he dreamed that one-day years from now he would tell her the truth, but now would he ever get to?
The thought haunted him, of course she'll be alright Draco told himself. Pushing the thoughts out of his head, Draco moved closer to her.
Her eyes weren't filled with the hate or disgust Draco had become accustomed to seeing when she looked at him. No her beautiful amber eyes were glassy and stared without seeing into Draco's cold grey ones.
Draco knelt down beside her, and took one of her cold, hard, petrified hands.
Gazing into Hermione Grangers eyes, Draco felt as though he'd been petrified too.