Ok guys! Try not to kill me... I know its been a looooong time since the last time I updated...I have issues with committing to my writing... journals, This, Even my english homework...(not that I have any...IT'S SUMMER!) Ok well If you must know I was on a trip for the past like 6 months! (Was that even believable?) Amah Well As aforementioned one of my favorite stories is still Never What I Want by WritingDownDreams! Just thought I would say that. I actually am only writing this because I got on recently to favorite some stories.

Sorry, I will stop rambling...

DOWN TO BUSINESS! (I haven't written for a while so Excuse me while I try to pick up where I left off...)

Oh and I am changing the Point of view to third person, that way it is easier to merge...when the story becomes even more to the Dramione part :)

Disclaimer- I do not own any of these amazing Characters that I am writing about...they are all from J.K. Rowlings amazing imagination...(sadly...I Wish they were mine)

Chapter 3

Draco

"Draco, Draco Draco." Draco looked up abruptly from his shoes, as the voice continued "What's wrong Draco? Is my voice too scary for you? Do you even know who this is?" Draco stopped and looked around...there was no one in the hall, then he realized that the voice was in his head. The Dark Lord's voice."I know you may be wondering how I survived, are you not?" Draco shivered, if the Dark Lord was alive would he have to be the Dark Lord's servant again? Draco shivered at the thought of his first task, to kill his headmaster, Dumbledor. He hadn't done it, Snape had. Maybe the Dark Lord hadn't returned, but his head was messing with him because of all the stress caused by Hermione. "No, Draco. I have returned. I can hear your thoughts, and they are not true. Although if you do not kill Harry Potter and become a Death Eater I will have to kill you. It would be a shame though, having to destroy all of your potential talent. A true shame." Draco used all of the power in his body and pushed the Dark Lord out of his thoughts. He had to see his mother. What room was she in? Why hadn't he listened when that ginger had told him her room number? He stopped at the nearest nurse's station and asked.

"Room 425. It is just down the hall to the left." The nurse said. She sounded nervous, like she had something quite serious to tell him. He shrugged it off and walked towards his mothers room, not even thanking the nurse that had helped him. He stopped right outside the door to see his mother. He didn't realize it, but he was scared of what his father had done to his mother, the only woman who loved Lucius Malloy but also hated him for bringing so much pain into her family. Draco rested his hand on the handle, was he ready to endure any pain that might have a lasting or fatal effect that his mother was going through? Was he mature enough to be able to see the things that his father has done? Was he ready? He finally decided that he was, if he can cause pain to all of the other students at Hogwarts like he did, then he can attempt to comfort his mother on her deathbed if necessary. Draco opened the door bracing himself only to see Hermione tending to his mothers wounds, wounds that look deep and painful. Hermione looked up from his mothers forearm at the sound of the opening door.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped "Draco! Well your mother doesn't have any wounds that appear to be fatal, but she will have to stay in the hospital for until she has healed. Your father used a very strong dark curse and it could take months to cure it." Hermione started to walk out of the door, when she stopped, "visiting hours are from 8 o'clock in the morning until midnight. We also allow family members to sleep in the rooms of their sick loved ones." With that Draco watched as Hermione rushed out of the door, noticing that she looked like she was stressed about something.

Hermione

Hermione rushed out of Draco's mothers hospital room. Why did she not confront him about what he had said earlier? She realized the reason. She loved him. Seeing the pain on his face from seeing his mothers condition was clouding her vision. She had wanted to embrace him. She wanted to fully heal his mother so he was happy. She wanted to be his. His girlfriend, his wife, his best friend, his everything. Most of all she wanted to be the girl who made him happy.

Yes I realize that the Hermione section was short...well truthfully I didn't know what else to say.

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