Authors Note:: Ah... The last chapter. I know this has been a really very short series. I'm still debating on whether or not to continue it. If there's interest, I might keep writing for it. If anyone would like to see this continued, please let me know! Also, let me know what you'd like to see happen in the future! Enjoy!
Disclaimer:: I still do not own Harry Potter or anything in the HP universe. /cry
Broken Butterfly
Chapter 4
Prompt:: Light
She'd finally fallen asleep, after hours of furious tossing and turning. Her mind hadn't wanted to banish the terrible sight of a young man's broken body. She fought to slip into the comfort of sleep, and, finally, she had won. Until a scream woke her again. She was up and moving before she even registered that she was awake. The pain in the sounds coming from across the hall tightened her stomach, made her cringe. She swiftly made for the door to her room, only pausing to grab her wand.
The sight that met her eyes as she entered the only other bedroom on her floor, made her want to weep. There in the bed, shaking and writhing as much as his injured body would allow, was Malfoy. Tears were trailing down his pale cheeks, and, without thinking, she moved towards him, longing to end the suffering he was clearly feeling. Gently, she stroked his forehead, noting with worry how hot he felt to her touch. It didn't matter to her that this was the tormentor of her childhood, it didn't matter what he'd done or called her in the past. No, now all that mattered, was that he was a young man forced into a world of pain. A world no one deserved.
She whispered to him, unable to stomach the sounds of his whimpers. She begged him to just open his eyes, to look at her and know he wasn't alone. In those moments, it didn't matter that he was Draco Malfoy or that she was Hermione Granger. All that mattered was that he was hurting, and she was there. With tenderness, she touched him, petting his face in an attempt to comfort him in his pain. Tears filled her eyes, making her vision blurry at the thought of the agony plaguing him. With quiet sobs she continued to plead with him to just wake up. And as the first light of dawn peaked through the window, haunted eyes of gray opened and met her pleading stare. In that moment of connection, Hermione knew that things would never be the same.
Author's Note:: Well, that's it, folks! I hope you enjoyed! Please, read and review!
