Don't ask me why I decided to do this. I just did. As usual remember to review/favorite/follow if you enjoy the story and want me to continue. I discontinue stories that aren't popular so if you want to see more be sure to do any of the above! :)
If the blood hadn't washed out his platinum hair it would have been near impossible to identify the ferret. He was beaten to a pulp, teetering on the edge of death. Remus and Tonks were busying themselves with the most pressing injuries. It was my job to keep him alive. A constant stream of magic was enough to keep his heart pumping and his lungs expanding, but it was draining and my vision was already beginning to double. So I focused on washing his hair and cleaning his face. I spent my energy clearing his body of blood and minor cuts and bruises. When he was cleaned to my satisfaction I busied myself with braiding and unbraiding the slowly drying locks.
"Slow down his heart! He's bleeding out too quickly!" Remus ordered. I did as told, hoping I'd be able to regain some of my strength in the meantime. As Tonks healed another of his wounds his breathing got harsher. His body was rejecting my magic. His cheeks had faded to such a chalky white that the sight of blood almost blinded me. He began to convulse, shaking the table he was laid upon. I didn't know what else to do so I let the magic go. I was cold for a moment from the the loss of his heat, but just as I went to reach out once more he inhaled deeply, springing to life like Frankenstein. His chalky cheeks flushed as his ragged breathing began to slow. He made eye contact with me first before crystal tears sprung into stormy eyes. My feet moved of my own accord until I reestablished contact. At that moment my nerves set on fire, my entire body was in pain and it seemed that getting closer to him was the only way to douse the skin searing pain. Hesitantly I wrapped my arms around his trembling form. There was a blinding flash that made my knees go weak and the only thing that was keeping me upright was the man clutching me like his line. Then he let go and I stumbled back.
Draco POV
There was the pain of being crucioed into next year, but it was nothing in comparison to need that drowned me. Something was pulling me to the mudblood. I hated feeling like I needed her, but the pain would never subside if she didn't get closer. I willed her forward, bringing her closer until her arms wrapped protectively around my torso. Instantly the fire was doused replaced by a light. The light made me lose my hold on the girl who brought me relief and when she stumbled backwards the pain returned full force, ripping my soul and body apart until I was plunged into darkness.
A.N./ that was a more of a prologue than anything. If there's any interest in this story I will have the real first chapter up by thursday. Toodles!