Eternal Promise
Chapter four: The Deatheater behind
Hermione woke up with a start in the middle of the night. She had been sleeping for the whole day, wondering what she had missed.
"Well, no use in going back to bed," she declared grabbing her cloak and heading out of the door.
"Rather late for you to go on a trip dear," said Ravenclaw behind her as she went out of her room.
"Sorry, I just can't get to sleep. Had Draco slept yet?" she asked Slytherin.
"Hardly, the child went out ages ago," said Slytherin.
"Really, I don't think that he had plans on coming back," said Ravenclaw rather worriedly.
"He's going to get in to trouble again, it will be so shameful for the head boy to get caught," raged Hermione "I better go get him,"
"Good luck," said Ravenclaw.
"Yeah," replied Hermione, as she slipped right out of the portrait hole.
"There's only one place I can think of where he could have gone," she muttered as she crossed the dark corridors of Hogwarts. She passed Filch on the way, and managed to hide behind a marble statue of a woman. "That was close," she whispered in relief when she no could longer hear the limping footsteps of filch and Mrs. Norris' pitter-patter.
When she finally got the door of the library, she quickly grabbed her wand and muttered the unlocking spell under her breath. "Alohamora," she whispered. The door opened with a sickening creak and she slipped herself inside the room. After the long walk though the library's restricted section she finally got to the antechamber. She approached the door with the reflecting glare of flames inside and pushed it open. There, sure enough sitting by the table was Draco scanning through a thick book, at the feel of her presence he looked up with another one of his unreadable expressions on his face.
"What are you doing here, are you awake of what Filch will do to you if he catches you?" raged Hermione to him as she approached the table. He closed the book he was reading and looked at Hermione directly.
"Yes I do, he will give me an eternity of detention and oh, who knows even remove my position as head boy, hell Hermione of course I know, I'm not stupid," he said rather sarcastically, "By the way, I found this." He continued as he tossed the book that he was reading in to Hermione's hands. She immediately caught it and examined it. It was covered by red velvet and bordered by gold colored paper. Hermione was getting exited by the moment because she was getting a good feeling on whose diary this belonged to. Finally, after flipping through a few pages she finally found the page that she was looking for. It was almost crumpled and torn of the book, but Hermione could still make out the letters written on it. Right in the center was a clear 'Godrick Gryffindor' printed in an elegant calligraphy.
"Draco, where did you find this?" she said in excitement.
"Along with the lot, the crate" said Malfoy carelessly.
"Why didn't we see it before? How could I have not seen it." Hermione exclaimed.
"You better go Granger, you wouldn't want to risk your grades." said Malfoy half mockingly.
"Shut up Malfoy, fine I admit, the idea wasn't half bad, going here"
"Half bad Granger?"
"Ok, going here wasn't bad at all,"
"Oh, how great it is taking praise from a mudblood," said Draco as he stood up and went to where Hermione was standing.
"Don't you ever get sick of that word?"
"Not really," he said with a smirk circling her trembling figure.
"Why did you kiss me Draco?" asked Hermione suddenly, still wondering why she liked the fact that he kissed her. To his reaction, Malfoy seemed like he was really startled by her question, but he immediately snapped out of it and regained his composure.
"I was just wondering." he began "what kissing a mudblood was like" he finished cruelly. Hermione faced to her side trying to hide the tear that was streaming down her face.
"But I found out that they taste very good," said Draco taking her chin in his hands to look in to her chestnut brown eyes. He noticed the tear that came down her face and traced its path with his finger to wipe it off. Hermione looked up to his eyes and studied his face for a moment; he was just beautiful for this night with the light in the fireplace reflecting on his porcelain completion and his stormy gray eyes piercing in to hers. Suddenly Hermione wondered for herself what would it be like to feel his lips on hers once again, and with their faces only inches away, she took her chances. She put her trembling hand on his cheek and pulled herself to him, placing her lips over his. Draco was almost too shocked to react at that moment. He got over the shock rather quickly, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her back. He deepened the kiss and she placed her arms around his shoulders kissing him deeply. Her mentality was suddenly screaming out to her, telling her that she was kissing Malfoy, her archenemy, the only person she loathed that much except Voldemort. She let the voice go and ignored it though, she thought solemnly that this moment could go on until eternity and she still wouldn't care, she felt passionate for the first time and she wanted to remember it. It was all perfect until her conscience spoke to her; it told her to stop it now, because if she fell in to it too much she wouldn't have enough of her to keep it. 'Face it' the little voice told her 'even if Malfoy will love you, you could never keep him, he would only be drawn back from you by everybody you know, your love is forbidden. Stop this before it even turns in to love.' Hermione then gripped on Malfoy's robes and hastily pushed him back, sending him a few steps back.
"This is not going to work.I.I'm sorry.I h-have to go," she whispered to him rushing right out the door.
He looked at her as she left the room and crossed the dark corridors of the library with her dark purple robe fluttering in the wind and by the speed she was taking. Malfoy looked at the floor as she was out of site and sighed.
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"D-dr-draconis," Hermione whispered with her trembling voice to the portrait of the young lady as she got there. The young girl looked at her tear-streaked face for a moment before opening up the portrait hole completely. Hermione hastily tore through the portrait hole and threw herself across the room. She strode off uncontrollably to the front of Ravenclaw's portrait trembling at the sight.
"You seem down, dear." Said Ravenclaw as she caught the sight of Hermione's broken down figure.
"I-I'm just tired, I would like to take a rest. Dragon wine." Hermione said with a sob.
Ravenclaw opened the portrait hole and let Hermione in. As faith may have it, the same time Ravenclaw closed the portrait hole, Draco came in panting.
"Was I too late?" he asked Ravenclaw.
"Aparently, Mr. Malfoy." she uttered with such suspicion.
"No use about crying over it now," said Slytherin to him as he approached his portrait.
'Know-it-All," he said still out of breath. The portrait opened up slowly and Draco walked through it.
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Hermione woke up that morning rather late, but it didn't matter. It was a Saturday. Once she realized that, she flopped back down on her bed and held her pillow close to her face. The pink fluff was still rather wet from all her sobbing. She thought about the night before.
"Ant they said the guy always makes the first move," she whispered to herself, making herself smile for a moment. *for a moment*.
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Draco walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, he wrapped his black velvet cloak around him and though it made him look like a vicar with its collars reaching up to his neck, he still liked it, it kept him warm form all the breezes blowing around him and from the coldness which was in him.
He was supposed to meet Dumbledore immediately right before his Quidditch match, to talk to him about the masquerade ball; which was supposed to be a meeting with the headmaster with the head boy *and* girl, but he figured that it would be rather bad to wake her up at such a time of confusion. He knew how to handle the situation by himself, even without her help. He approached the gargoyle statue, which was already open and climbed up the stairs to the headmaster's office.
"Oh come in," said the headmaster as he caught the sight of Draco. Noticing quickly that Hermione wasn't with him he quickly put this in to question. "And where prat-tell is miss Granger?"
"She was a little too tired to come, I have left her a note incase she would like to follow," said Draco deeply doubting that Hermione would follow.
"Oh well then Mr. Malfoy, I would just have to have this conference with you alone,"
"Of course sir,"
"Now, I understand that you have already come up with an idea for the masquerade ball's partnering,"
"Yes sir,"
"Do elaborate Mr. Malfoy,"
"I was thinking, that since it *is* a masquerade ball, we could put a spell on all the students so that they would not recognize each other completely and then, at the stroke of midnight, they would all be revealed by lifting the spell, at the same time lifting their masks."
"Excellent, Mr. Malfoy, brilliant idea. And how about the partnering?"
"I was also getting to that sir, I was thinking of roses, enchanted roses."
"Roses, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes sir, I was thinking of playing with their color. All students would be given a rose and each rose has its match. When a student comes with an encounter with its partner; they would both turn in to glass, telling whom ever who is holding who their partner is."
"That's a good idea Mr. Malfoy, I suppose you would not mind telling the teachers of this in another conference and providing that Ms. Granger would be there-"
The office door suddenly crashing open revealing a very tired Hermione panting at the sight cut off the headmaster.
"I'm so sorry to be late sir,"
"Oh, Ms. Granger, so good that you could join us, Mr. Malfoy here was just telling of your brilliant ideas for our Christmas masquerade ball."
"My brilliant idea?" she asked confusingly as she shot Draco a look telling him 'What brilliant idea'.
"Yes, now I would request for the teachers to meet with us, some time after this day's Quidditch match, now I insist you go Mr. Malfoy your team must be waiting, an Ms. Granger, I insist you hurry off as well, the Gryffindor stands must be packing by now."
"Yes, sir" came their simultaneous replies. Draco stood up immediately and strode out of the door dragging Hermione right along with him.
"My brilliant idea," said Hermione confused as soon as they got in the halls.
"Actually ours, doesn't make any difference."
"Why did you have to share your praise with me?"
"It wouldn't be right if I didn't"
"And since when did you know what was right?"
"Since I shared this God-forsaken job with you, and now if you don't excuse me I have got a Quidditch match," he finally said as he ran over to the tower where his team was leaving Hermione sending a perplexed look after him.
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Hermione quickly ran down to the main doors and went over to the stands. It wasn't too full considering how low the temperature was. She took a seat next to Ginny.
"And how is our busy, busy head girl these days? Come to cheer for her head boy now is she?" said Ginny teasingly to Hermione.
"What are you talking about Ginny?"
"You know what I'm talking about Mione," continued Ginny with a smile.
"No honestly I don't and I came to cheer for Harry and Ron, an *not* for that git."
"Lemmi tell ya, after Harry gets through with him you'll be the one carrying him around to the hospital wing," interrupted Dean Thomas from behind them.
"So, it was true, the whole school knows about that little *incident*" sighed Hermione to her friends.
"Honestly you'd think that was a complete secret? We have eyes you know," said Ginny
"And I guess your eyes don't know how to analyze the situation. And what *did* you expect him to do? Just leave me in the hall with a bleeding head and go to the meeting with the headmaster, telling him that he left me in the hall close to death?"
"Calm down Hermione, that was meant as a joke.' said Ginny patting her friend on the back.
"Yeah sorry, Hermione." apologized Dean Thomas.
"No time for soap operas, lets just watch the game" said Neville behind them. "look the balls are released,"
"Such a good day for Quidditch, oh maybe not; but lets get on with the game" said Kathy Jordan; Lee's younger sister stepping up to announce the game. "Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and here comes Madam Hooch to release the balls, oh there go the bludgers followed by the golden snitch. And .the quaffle is released. Gryffindor takes the ball, by Emily Bates.and.passed to Dennis Jo Lee on his brand new Firebolt 5000. Look at him go, lightning speed of the broom. takes him.and SCORES, Ten points to Gryffindor!" exclaimed the young energetic announcer as Dennis Jo Lee a sixth year Gryffindor chaser takes the quaffle by a frustrated Jaime Walters the Slytherin keeper. Harry high up in the sky also on his Firebolt 5000 was at the same time cheering and surveying the territory for the golden snitch, he had just caught the sight of Dennis pass the quaffle through the goal post as Jaime Walters showed an irritated face. "Serves him right" whispered Harry to himself, just right after a gust of wind blew right before him and almost knocked him of his broom.
"What the," he said as he caught the green robe that swooshed past him along with the shock of white blond with it.
"Malfoy, God that was some Wronski Fleint, and. maybe not. I'm not taking my chances" said Harry as he followed Malfoy on his tail.
Malfoy hadn't obviously been playing the Wronski Fleint, he had spotted the snitch alright, right a few meters past Potter, 'Those glasses aren't thick enough, obviously' he chuckled to himself as he swooshed past Harry chasing the sparkling glint of gold behind him.
"Draco Malfoy has seen the snitch," announced Kathy Jordan as she followed the two seekers hot on the trail of the golden snitch, "but don't look now, Harry Potter is hot on his trail, their high up now. and wait coming down. A bludger is right above Malfoy's head and oh. he ducks."
Harry traveled past the tail of Malfoy's broom and Malfoy immediately swept him away.literally as he directed the tail of his broom to Harry and moved off his broom almost falling over.
"That was a nice try Malfoy!" Harry yelled behind Malfoy's back.
"I'll be sure to try better Potter," he said as he rose higher trailing the snitch by inches, he was unaware however, of the bludger that came chasing him again. Hermione whom was at first being held in the arm by Ginny as Harry was almost knocked of his broom, was now grasping Ginny's arm hard as the bludger drew closer and closer to an unsuspecting Malfoy. Ginny was now grasping Hermione 's hand as Harry came swerving down from fifty feet clutching his scar.
"Harry Potter has fallen, he. seems to be. clutching his .his forehead and oh." announced a whimpering Kathy as the Gryffindor seeker came hurling down from fifty feet with his hand on his forehead. "And Draco Malfoy has the snitch, . as the bludger takes a direct hit.my that must have hurt. Oh my such an accident with our two seekers,"
"God, Kathleen announce the winner," said Professor Snape from behind her as he himself came rushing down to Malfoy.
"And the games over, Slytherin wins," she said with a serious lack of enthusiasm as she leaned down from the announcer's stands to see what has happened to Harry.
Ginny dragged Hermione over to the pitch as the teachers took the unconscious seekers up to the hospital wing.
"You think Harry'll be alright," Ginny asked Hermione as she let out a sob at the sight of his trembling figure.
"I hope they'll both be alright" whispered Hermione as Ginny was too busy sobbing that she could not hear.
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In the castle, Hermione and Ginny came rushing towards the hospital wing only to be met by Dumbledore.
"So sorry Ms. Granger, Ms. Weasley but you may not see them now. Madam Pomfrey has all work all up to her head taking care of the two," he told them as the two approached the door of the hospital wing.
"Please sir, let us see Harry," pleaded Ginny.
"I'm terribly sorry but Harry is in a terrible condition to be seen. Here comes Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore as he saw Ron quickly approaching. "I hope you will explain," he said to Ginny. The headmaster turned around instantly to talk to Hermione. "Ms. Granger, I would like to talk to you in my office."
"Yes sir" said Hermione as she followed Dumbledore up to the headmaster's office.
"Chocolate covered toffees" whispered the headmaster to the statue of the gargoyle as they got there. He let Hermione go up the stairs before himself before closing the statue entrance.
Hermione was told to sit down and as she did; her figure tremble wondering what bad news she would be told. The headmaster sat down dejectedly down behind his desk and shook his head before speaking to Hermione.
"I called you here, Ms. Granger, to make you fully aware of the situation,"
"Harry and Malfoy will be alright will they." she said, slight sharp breaths reaching up to her chest.
"It's not that simple Ms. Granger," sighed Dumbledore.
"But sir Malfoy was just hit by a bludger; surely nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't handle, and Harry. Harry, I saw this happen to him on the train ride here and he was just fine."
"Unfortunately it's not at all like that; you see the bludger that hit Mr. Malfoy was really intended for Harry; which means that it had more power than you think. I believe that Mr. Malfoy shoved Harry to a side with the tail of his broom; making the path clear for the bludger to hit him," Hermione gasped at this.
"That bludger," continued Dumbledore, "that bludger that hit Mr. Malfoy was intended to kill Harry, Ms. Granger and at this moment I don't know how much damage it had done to Mr. Malfoy but all I know that it has now cracked his skull and dislodged his brain. He is currently in a comatose." Hermione gasped again and there were blots of water that became visible in her eyes. "Madam Pomfrey has dosed him with skele-grow and his skull is no longer broken, yet she cannot touch his brain because it might do more damage. That eliminates one factor of the motif of trying to hurt Mr. Potter yet, there is more; you see that even without that bludger attack Harry was still injured, and this is another trouble for us. Harry was attacked by a curse, a curse by the Dark Lord and his followers," at this moment Hermione was now crying more than ever. "I don't know how the safety barrier had been broken but I'm sure they have penetrated it, otherwise Harry wouldn't have fallen. When Harry got to the hospital wing, his scar was glowing a bright green, and there is only one curse I can think of that has a glowing green effect ,"
"The killing curse,' whispered Hermione through her tears.
"Yes Ms. Granger, that curse; that effect fell on Harry because he was once placed under it, and yet, he still survived it. But now, as Voldemort is at the height of his power, he passed the power of the Avada Kedavra on to his servants so that the curse would eat up Harry's body eventually making him die." Hermione's tears were now dripping her robes "I have identified this as a sort of cousin to the curse the process all the same yet the power is passed on. Which means."
"There is someone in Hogwarts which is connected to the Dark Lord," said a voice behind them, it was Snape, he just entered the room.
"But who could possibly." said Hermione as she looked at the two Professors in question.
"We have a few don't we Severus, which are mostly from the Slytherin house. And yet, the closest relation to the inner circle of death eaters is. . Draco Malfoy himself."
"But sir, he was attacked and his father couldn't have risked his own son's life just to kill Harry," argued Hermione
"Evil can do many things Ms. Granger," said Snape as he approached them.
"Yes, even put one's blood in the possibility," said Dumbledore.
"What can we do sir," pleaded Hermione to the teachers as her tear streaked face was now exposed.
"Nothing much Ms. Granger, just hope for the best. Now, I understand you have classes now, hurry on you must not be late," said Snape.
"Or, if you choose to you may take a rest for a little while in your quarters," suggested Dumbledore.
"Of course sir," said Hermione her voice still unclear from all her sobbing. She left the office a few drops of tears falling as she walked. She walked from there straight to the head boy and girl quarters. For once, she did not care to miss a whole period of Transfiguration, what Mc Gonnagal would think of her absence. She did not care what the whole class would think of her, she just wanted to cry and cry all she was worth because she felt that her whole world came crashing down on her.
After two sharp turns, Hermione felt like the third and last one would make her collapse- she did, not because she lost her composure but because she bumped in to someone. Someone tall and stone looking over her figure- It was Ron.
"Mione, Mione what happened," he said as he leaned down to her.
"I'm fine," she said as she stood up.
"No your not, your crying and roaming the corridors by yourself," he said as he grasped her wrist and turned her to face him, with the blank expression on her face, he didn't know what to say. "Mione, Ginny told me you went to see Dumbledore, So, what did he tell you? How's Harry?"
'I'll just tell you in my room," she said as she dragged Ron towards the portrait of the young girl, "Draconis," she whispered in a hoarse voice. They entered the room and Hermione crashed down on one of the couch.
"This your room with Malfoy?" asked Ron rather cruelly.
"Ron, Harry's in danger."
"What?"
"Dumbledore told me that he was hit by a curse, very close to the killing curse."
"But Harry already survived the Avada Kedavra once, why can't he do it now?" said Ron in disbelief.
"But Ron, its not that simple. The Avada Kedavra is one thing, Harry survived it because of his mother and that is the only reason he is living now. The curse was passed on to Harry by a follower of Voldemort, which means that its power was from Voldemort himself, which also means that whoever that did it was at the Quidditch game. They suspect it to be a child of a deatheater, suspected it from the Slytherin house but the only one they could come up with that is in the inner circle of deatheaters is Lucius Malfoy,"
"That scum bag, it means Malfoy is the one who did this to Harry" raged Ron.
"No wait Ron I wasn't finished, so it means that Draco Malfoy is the only person which could be suspected of it but, remember that he was also injured."
"So? That was because he was stupid not to see the bludger,"
"Ron let me finish," Hermione said firmly, "That bludger that hit Malfoy was supposed to hit Harry. But since Malfoy swiped Harry to a side when they were chasing the snitch, the bludger hit Malfoy instead of Harry and if Malfoy were the one controlling the bludger, he wouldn't have directed it on himself and put his own life in danger."
"Then if it wasn't Malfoy who could have done this to Harry then who?"
"They are still trying to find out, Oh Ron what are we going to do" said Hermione as Ron comforted her.
"I guess just hope for the best Mione," he said patting her back.
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Hermione was at the antechamber that night reading up on the diary of Gryffindor which Malfoy had found for her. She was too enchanted reading the diary that she lost track of time. Many entries made her smile, feats of cleverness by Gryffindor mostly. She was really enthralled by the diary and very thankful that Malfoy had found it for her; it rather made her forget that he was in the hospital wing fighting for his life.
She reached the end pages of the diary and fell over an entry that she was surprised at.
Salazar left today, It was funny comforting Rowena like this; playing dumb even if I had figured their relationship out years ago when we were just starting Hogwarts. I saw it in the both of them they were made for each other, surprisingly they were never together; because their love was forbidden, even if it was so perfect.
Rowena was sobbing in my chest and she was telling me something about a curse that they had made. I could not understand her that much because her voice was extremely unclear. Whatsoever this curse is, I am sure it involves the both of them. I cannot talk to Rowena about this anymore; it must bee too hurtful for her. She is completely depressed at these moments, such a pity, and a true waste of herself, an artist Rowena and a true literary. It is a shame she has to waste her talents because of this. Well, not totally I saw a painting that she had created recently, A painting of a young girl in a white gown, it was unmistakably beautiful, but I cant help but think that it was only a product of her depression.
Hermione gasped silently. 'So the girl in the portrait of the head boy and girl quarters was a painting of Ravenclaw' she thought.' Of course, it fits the description perfectly 'The woman who fills sadness in her eyes as he adored lover leaves her in tears for he cannot love her, for their love is forbidden' it was Ravenclaw all this time I should have known'
Hermione looked at the diary entry again and slipped a flattened rose in between the pages. She rose from her chair and started to walk out of the room. She closed the door behind her back and went out of the library, it was empty now, it was about nine at night and she was not aware of that until she came out of the antechamber. She walked slowly out of the library as not to alert Filch, and to the corridors. Suddenly, she heard small footsteps and purring of a cat, "Mrs. Norris," she whispered to herself as she felt for the presence of the cat. That was unnecessary really, at that moment Mrs. Norris jumped right in front of her and purred so loudly that it was beginning to hurt in the ear. Hermione instantly turned and ran towards the opposite corridor non-stop, 'I can't get caught,' she whispered to herself as her light footsteps echoed through the hall. She stopped at a door to catch her breath, and to throw the cat off her trail. Hugging Gryffindor's diary close to her chest as she took sharp heavy breathes.
Once she caught her breath, she gazed up at the door, which she was standing by.
"The hospital wing," she whispered as she realized what it was. She suddenly had a thought, a thought you never would expect Hermione Granger to do, ever. Placing all her doubts down she pushed the big old door back and creped inside of the infirmary. It was awfully dark, if it were not for the full moon this night, she wouldn't have seen where she was going. She walked over to the end of the hall where there were three closed curtains, she figured where Harry and Malfoy must be. Hermione opened the first curtain and spotted a sleeping Harry, he had his glasses on the bedside table and some treats to his right, mostly gifts from his friends. She sat down beside him and noticed his peaceful face, it was hard to believe that he was close to death, she thought, she stroked his usual messy hair and his smooth face.
"It will be alright Harry, we'll all be alright in the end. You're strong, I know it, Ron knows it too and so do all your friends, your going to fight this with the only thing Voldemort can't fight back with. Please be strong Harry for us," she whispered to him, and with her final word she leaned down to give him a very light kiss on the cheek. She opened the diary of Gryffindor and took the fattened rose that she was using as a bookmark and placed it beside Harry's glasses on his bedside table. She whispered a quick 'get well' to him and went out of the curtains surrounding Harry's bed to do to a bed across from Harry's. She opened the peach curtains of the bed and silently went inside.
She spotted Malfoy's white-blond hair and sat on his bed beside him. The curtains around him were blowing hard, and for a moment she wondered, could this be because of his coldness.
"I don't really know why I'm doing this, really I don't. I really hate you; I've hated you since the beginning of this school year. Hell, I have hated you ever since I came to Hogwarts, but I do not know why I am supposed to change that right now. Come to think of it, you've saved Harry's life and I'm thankful for that. I should be just thanking you for saving my friend now, but I really don't know why I'm still here practically spilling everything to you, I don't want you to fucking die Malfoy, I really don't. I cannot explain that fact now because I'm so confused. I don't know what to think of you anymore, I don't know why everything could be so wrong while everything is so perfect." She sighed "Malfoy, you can't leave me to all these responsibilities, I've always wanted them, responsibilities. And if I could, I would do both our works all by myself but I can't do it while I know that you're suffering right here. I can't laugh at you stupid bastard for what happened to you now. I hate you with all my life and I don't know why I don't want you to die. You've been a needle in my cushion for the whole time that I have known you yet here I am telling you how stupid I feel and you're not awake to insult my childish feelings, how can you leave me to this now Malfoy? How?" she fell on his body and started sobbing. She ceased quickly though, after she heard him give a sharp breath.
"Well, at least your breathing," she said softly as she leaned down to kiss his lips. And stood up to leave. She silently opened the curtains of Malfoy's bed and continued walking out of the hospital wing. She closed the door behind her and walked down the corridor, unsuspecting of the person she had left to enter the infirmary.
"He'll won't be, not for long little missy," said the dark figure in a croaky as he entered the infirmary"
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A/N: that was such a stupid chapter, hell, I don't know if you guys would like it. It's just that I can't think of anything that would happen to Draco that would involve Harry too. I hate it. There will be another chapter, and hopefully not as sucky as this.
A.N. ps: Even If I think that this chapter sucks, I'm begging you to review it even flame it, criticize anything just click bellow this note right now.
Chapter four: The Deatheater behind
Hermione woke up with a start in the middle of the night. She had been sleeping for the whole day, wondering what she had missed.
"Well, no use in going back to bed," she declared grabbing her cloak and heading out of the door.
"Rather late for you to go on a trip dear," said Ravenclaw behind her as she went out of her room.
"Sorry, I just can't get to sleep. Had Draco slept yet?" she asked Slytherin.
"Hardly, the child went out ages ago," said Slytherin.
"Really, I don't think that he had plans on coming back," said Ravenclaw rather worriedly.
"He's going to get in to trouble again, it will be so shameful for the head boy to get caught," raged Hermione "I better go get him,"
"Good luck," said Ravenclaw.
"Yeah," replied Hermione, as she slipped right out of the portrait hole.
"There's only one place I can think of where he could have gone," she muttered as she crossed the dark corridors of Hogwarts. She passed Filch on the way, and managed to hide behind a marble statue of a woman. "That was close," she whispered in relief when she no could longer hear the limping footsteps of filch and Mrs. Norris' pitter-patter.
When she finally got the door of the library, she quickly grabbed her wand and muttered the unlocking spell under her breath. "Alohamora," she whispered. The door opened with a sickening creak and she slipped herself inside the room. After the long walk though the library's restricted section she finally got to the antechamber. She approached the door with the reflecting glare of flames inside and pushed it open. There, sure enough sitting by the table was Draco scanning through a thick book, at the feel of her presence he looked up with another one of his unreadable expressions on his face.
"What are you doing here, are you awake of what Filch will do to you if he catches you?" raged Hermione to him as she approached the table. He closed the book he was reading and looked at Hermione directly.
"Yes I do, he will give me an eternity of detention and oh, who knows even remove my position as head boy, hell Hermione of course I know, I'm not stupid," he said rather sarcastically, "By the way, I found this." He continued as he tossed the book that he was reading in to Hermione's hands. She immediately caught it and examined it. It was covered by red velvet and bordered by gold colored paper. Hermione was getting exited by the moment because she was getting a good feeling on whose diary this belonged to. Finally, after flipping through a few pages she finally found the page that she was looking for. It was almost crumpled and torn of the book, but Hermione could still make out the letters written on it. Right in the center was a clear 'Godrick Gryffindor' printed in an elegant calligraphy.
"Draco, where did you find this?" she said in excitement.
"Along with the lot, the crate" said Malfoy carelessly.
"Why didn't we see it before? How could I have not seen it." Hermione exclaimed.
"You better go Granger, you wouldn't want to risk your grades." said Malfoy half mockingly.
"Shut up Malfoy, fine I admit, the idea wasn't half bad, going here"
"Half bad Granger?"
"Ok, going here wasn't bad at all,"
"Oh, how great it is taking praise from a mudblood," said Draco as he stood up and went to where Hermione was standing.
"Don't you ever get sick of that word?"
"Not really," he said with a smirk circling her trembling figure.
"Why did you kiss me Draco?" asked Hermione suddenly, still wondering why she liked the fact that he kissed her. To his reaction, Malfoy seemed like he was really startled by her question, but he immediately snapped out of it and regained his composure.
"I was just wondering." he began "what kissing a mudblood was like" he finished cruelly. Hermione faced to her side trying to hide the tear that was streaming down her face.
"But I found out that they taste very good," said Draco taking her chin in his hands to look in to her chestnut brown eyes. He noticed the tear that came down her face and traced its path with his finger to wipe it off. Hermione looked up to his eyes and studied his face for a moment; he was just beautiful for this night with the light in the fireplace reflecting on his porcelain completion and his stormy gray eyes piercing in to hers. Suddenly Hermione wondered for herself what would it be like to feel his lips on hers once again, and with their faces only inches away, she took her chances. She put her trembling hand on his cheek and pulled herself to him, placing her lips over his. Draco was almost too shocked to react at that moment. He got over the shock rather quickly, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her back. He deepened the kiss and she placed her arms around his shoulders kissing him deeply. Her mentality was suddenly screaming out to her, telling her that she was kissing Malfoy, her archenemy, the only person she loathed that much except Voldemort. She let the voice go and ignored it though, she thought solemnly that this moment could go on until eternity and she still wouldn't care, she felt passionate for the first time and she wanted to remember it. It was all perfect until her conscience spoke to her; it told her to stop it now, because if she fell in to it too much she wouldn't have enough of her to keep it. 'Face it' the little voice told her 'even if Malfoy will love you, you could never keep him, he would only be drawn back from you by everybody you know, your love is forbidden. Stop this before it even turns in to love.' Hermione then gripped on Malfoy's robes and hastily pushed him back, sending him a few steps back.
"This is not going to work.I.I'm sorry.I h-have to go," she whispered to him rushing right out the door.
He looked at her as she left the room and crossed the dark corridors of the library with her dark purple robe fluttering in the wind and by the speed she was taking. Malfoy looked at the floor as she was out of site and sighed.
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"D-dr-draconis," Hermione whispered with her trembling voice to the portrait of the young lady as she got there. The young girl looked at her tear-streaked face for a moment before opening up the portrait hole completely. Hermione hastily tore through the portrait hole and threw herself across the room. She strode off uncontrollably to the front of Ravenclaw's portrait trembling at the sight.
"You seem down, dear." Said Ravenclaw as she caught the sight of Hermione's broken down figure.
"I-I'm just tired, I would like to take a rest. Dragon wine." Hermione said with a sob.
Ravenclaw opened the portrait hole and let Hermione in. As faith may have it, the same time Ravenclaw closed the portrait hole, Draco came in panting.
"Was I too late?" he asked Ravenclaw.
"Aparently, Mr. Malfoy." she uttered with such suspicion.
"No use about crying over it now," said Slytherin to him as he approached his portrait.
'Know-it-All," he said still out of breath. The portrait opened up slowly and Draco walked through it.
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Hermione woke up that morning rather late, but it didn't matter. It was a Saturday. Once she realized that, she flopped back down on her bed and held her pillow close to her face. The pink fluff was still rather wet from all her sobbing. She thought about the night before.
"Ant they said the guy always makes the first move," she whispered to herself, making herself smile for a moment. *for a moment*.
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Draco walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, he wrapped his black velvet cloak around him and though it made him look like a vicar with its collars reaching up to his neck, he still liked it, it kept him warm form all the breezes blowing around him and from the coldness which was in him.
He was supposed to meet Dumbledore immediately right before his Quidditch match, to talk to him about the masquerade ball; which was supposed to be a meeting with the headmaster with the head boy *and* girl, but he figured that it would be rather bad to wake her up at such a time of confusion. He knew how to handle the situation by himself, even without her help. He approached the gargoyle statue, which was already open and climbed up the stairs to the headmaster's office.
"Oh come in," said the headmaster as he caught the sight of Draco. Noticing quickly that Hermione wasn't with him he quickly put this in to question. "And where prat-tell is miss Granger?"
"She was a little too tired to come, I have left her a note incase she would like to follow," said Draco deeply doubting that Hermione would follow.
"Oh well then Mr. Malfoy, I would just have to have this conference with you alone,"
"Of course sir,"
"Now, I understand that you have already come up with an idea for the masquerade ball's partnering,"
"Yes sir,"
"Do elaborate Mr. Malfoy,"
"I was thinking, that since it *is* a masquerade ball, we could put a spell on all the students so that they would not recognize each other completely and then, at the stroke of midnight, they would all be revealed by lifting the spell, at the same time lifting their masks."
"Excellent, Mr. Malfoy, brilliant idea. And how about the partnering?"
"I was also getting to that sir, I was thinking of roses, enchanted roses."
"Roses, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes sir, I was thinking of playing with their color. All students would be given a rose and each rose has its match. When a student comes with an encounter with its partner; they would both turn in to glass, telling whom ever who is holding who their partner is."
"That's a good idea Mr. Malfoy, I suppose you would not mind telling the teachers of this in another conference and providing that Ms. Granger would be there-"
The office door suddenly crashing open revealing a very tired Hermione panting at the sight cut off the headmaster.
"I'm so sorry to be late sir,"
"Oh, Ms. Granger, so good that you could join us, Mr. Malfoy here was just telling of your brilliant ideas for our Christmas masquerade ball."
"My brilliant idea?" she asked confusingly as she shot Draco a look telling him 'What brilliant idea'.
"Yes, now I would request for the teachers to meet with us, some time after this day's Quidditch match, now I insist you go Mr. Malfoy your team must be waiting, an Ms. Granger, I insist you hurry off as well, the Gryffindor stands must be packing by now."
"Yes, sir" came their simultaneous replies. Draco stood up immediately and strode out of the door dragging Hermione right along with him.
"My brilliant idea," said Hermione confused as soon as they got in the halls.
"Actually ours, doesn't make any difference."
"Why did you have to share your praise with me?"
"It wouldn't be right if I didn't"
"And since when did you know what was right?"
"Since I shared this God-forsaken job with you, and now if you don't excuse me I have got a Quidditch match," he finally said as he ran over to the tower where his team was leaving Hermione sending a perplexed look after him.
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Hermione quickly ran down to the main doors and went over to the stands. It wasn't too full considering how low the temperature was. She took a seat next to Ginny.
"And how is our busy, busy head girl these days? Come to cheer for her head boy now is she?" said Ginny teasingly to Hermione.
"What are you talking about Ginny?"
"You know what I'm talking about Mione," continued Ginny with a smile.
"No honestly I don't and I came to cheer for Harry and Ron, an *not* for that git."
"Lemmi tell ya, after Harry gets through with him you'll be the one carrying him around to the hospital wing," interrupted Dean Thomas from behind them.
"So, it was true, the whole school knows about that little *incident*" sighed Hermione to her friends.
"Honestly you'd think that was a complete secret? We have eyes you know," said Ginny
"And I guess your eyes don't know how to analyze the situation. And what *did* you expect him to do? Just leave me in the hall with a bleeding head and go to the meeting with the headmaster, telling him that he left me in the hall close to death?"
"Calm down Hermione, that was meant as a joke.' said Ginny patting her friend on the back.
"Yeah sorry, Hermione." apologized Dean Thomas.
"No time for soap operas, lets just watch the game" said Neville behind them. "look the balls are released,"
"Such a good day for Quidditch, oh maybe not; but lets get on with the game" said Kathy Jordan; Lee's younger sister stepping up to announce the game. "Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and here comes Madam Hooch to release the balls, oh there go the bludgers followed by the golden snitch. And .the quaffle is released. Gryffindor takes the ball, by Emily Bates.and.passed to Dennis Jo Lee on his brand new Firebolt 5000. Look at him go, lightning speed of the broom. takes him.and SCORES, Ten points to Gryffindor!" exclaimed the young energetic announcer as Dennis Jo Lee a sixth year Gryffindor chaser takes the quaffle by a frustrated Jaime Walters the Slytherin keeper. Harry high up in the sky also on his Firebolt 5000 was at the same time cheering and surveying the territory for the golden snitch, he had just caught the sight of Dennis pass the quaffle through the goal post as Jaime Walters showed an irritated face. "Serves him right" whispered Harry to himself, just right after a gust of wind blew right before him and almost knocked him of his broom.
"What the," he said as he caught the green robe that swooshed past him along with the shock of white blond with it.
"Malfoy, God that was some Wronski Fleint, and. maybe not. I'm not taking my chances" said Harry as he followed Malfoy on his tail.
Malfoy hadn't obviously been playing the Wronski Fleint, he had spotted the snitch alright, right a few meters past Potter, 'Those glasses aren't thick enough, obviously' he chuckled to himself as he swooshed past Harry chasing the sparkling glint of gold behind him.
"Draco Malfoy has seen the snitch," announced Kathy Jordan as she followed the two seekers hot on the trail of the golden snitch, "but don't look now, Harry Potter is hot on his trail, their high up now. and wait coming down. A bludger is right above Malfoy's head and oh. he ducks."
Harry traveled past the tail of Malfoy's broom and Malfoy immediately swept him away.literally as he directed the tail of his broom to Harry and moved off his broom almost falling over.
"That was a nice try Malfoy!" Harry yelled behind Malfoy's back.
"I'll be sure to try better Potter," he said as he rose higher trailing the snitch by inches, he was unaware however, of the bludger that came chasing him again. Hermione whom was at first being held in the arm by Ginny as Harry was almost knocked of his broom, was now grasping Ginny's arm hard as the bludger drew closer and closer to an unsuspecting Malfoy. Ginny was now grasping Hermione 's hand as Harry came swerving down from fifty feet clutching his scar.
"Harry Potter has fallen, he. seems to be. clutching his .his forehead and oh." announced a whimpering Kathy as the Gryffindor seeker came hurling down from fifty feet with his hand on his forehead. "And Draco Malfoy has the snitch, . as the bludger takes a direct hit.my that must have hurt. Oh my such an accident with our two seekers,"
"God, Kathleen announce the winner," said Professor Snape from behind her as he himself came rushing down to Malfoy.
"And the games over, Slytherin wins," she said with a serious lack of enthusiasm as she leaned down from the announcer's stands to see what has happened to Harry.
Ginny dragged Hermione over to the pitch as the teachers took the unconscious seekers up to the hospital wing.
"You think Harry'll be alright," Ginny asked Hermione as she let out a sob at the sight of his trembling figure.
"I hope they'll both be alright" whispered Hermione as Ginny was too busy sobbing that she could not hear.
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In the castle, Hermione and Ginny came rushing towards the hospital wing only to be met by Dumbledore.
"So sorry Ms. Granger, Ms. Weasley but you may not see them now. Madam Pomfrey has all work all up to her head taking care of the two," he told them as the two approached the door of the hospital wing.
"Please sir, let us see Harry," pleaded Ginny.
"I'm terribly sorry but Harry is in a terrible condition to be seen. Here comes Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore as he saw Ron quickly approaching. "I hope you will explain," he said to Ginny. The headmaster turned around instantly to talk to Hermione. "Ms. Granger, I would like to talk to you in my office."
"Yes sir" said Hermione as she followed Dumbledore up to the headmaster's office.
"Chocolate covered toffees" whispered the headmaster to the statue of the gargoyle as they got there. He let Hermione go up the stairs before himself before closing the statue entrance.
Hermione was told to sit down and as she did; her figure tremble wondering what bad news she would be told. The headmaster sat down dejectedly down behind his desk and shook his head before speaking to Hermione.
"I called you here, Ms. Granger, to make you fully aware of the situation,"
"Harry and Malfoy will be alright will they." she said, slight sharp breaths reaching up to her chest.
"It's not that simple Ms. Granger," sighed Dumbledore.
"But sir Malfoy was just hit by a bludger; surely nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't handle, and Harry. Harry, I saw this happen to him on the train ride here and he was just fine."
"Unfortunately it's not at all like that; you see the bludger that hit Mr. Malfoy was really intended for Harry; which means that it had more power than you think. I believe that Mr. Malfoy shoved Harry to a side with the tail of his broom; making the path clear for the bludger to hit him," Hermione gasped at this.
"That bludger," continued Dumbledore, "that bludger that hit Mr. Malfoy was intended to kill Harry, Ms. Granger and at this moment I don't know how much damage it had done to Mr. Malfoy but all I know that it has now cracked his skull and dislodged his brain. He is currently in a comatose." Hermione gasped again and there were blots of water that became visible in her eyes. "Madam Pomfrey has dosed him with skele-grow and his skull is no longer broken, yet she cannot touch his brain because it might do more damage. That eliminates one factor of the motif of trying to hurt Mr. Potter yet, there is more; you see that even without that bludger attack Harry was still injured, and this is another trouble for us. Harry was attacked by a curse, a curse by the Dark Lord and his followers," at this moment Hermione was now crying more than ever. "I don't know how the safety barrier had been broken but I'm sure they have penetrated it, otherwise Harry wouldn't have fallen. When Harry got to the hospital wing, his scar was glowing a bright green, and there is only one curse I can think of that has a glowing green effect ,"
"The killing curse,' whispered Hermione through her tears.
"Yes Ms. Granger, that curse; that effect fell on Harry because he was once placed under it, and yet, he still survived it. But now, as Voldemort is at the height of his power, he passed the power of the Avada Kedavra on to his servants so that the curse would eat up Harry's body eventually making him die." Hermione's tears were now dripping her robes "I have identified this as a sort of cousin to the curse the process all the same yet the power is passed on. Which means."
"There is someone in Hogwarts which is connected to the Dark Lord," said a voice behind them, it was Snape, he just entered the room.
"But who could possibly." said Hermione as she looked at the two Professors in question.
"We have a few don't we Severus, which are mostly from the Slytherin house. And yet, the closest relation to the inner circle of death eaters is. . Draco Malfoy himself."
"But sir, he was attacked and his father couldn't have risked his own son's life just to kill Harry," argued Hermione
"Evil can do many things Ms. Granger," said Snape as he approached them.
"Yes, even put one's blood in the possibility," said Dumbledore.
"What can we do sir," pleaded Hermione to the teachers as her tear streaked face was now exposed.
"Nothing much Ms. Granger, just hope for the best. Now, I understand you have classes now, hurry on you must not be late," said Snape.
"Or, if you choose to you may take a rest for a little while in your quarters," suggested Dumbledore.
"Of course sir," said Hermione her voice still unclear from all her sobbing. She left the office a few drops of tears falling as she walked. She walked from there straight to the head boy and girl quarters. For once, she did not care to miss a whole period of Transfiguration, what Mc Gonnagal would think of her absence. She did not care what the whole class would think of her, she just wanted to cry and cry all she was worth because she felt that her whole world came crashing down on her.
After two sharp turns, Hermione felt like the third and last one would make her collapse- she did, not because she lost her composure but because she bumped in to someone. Someone tall and stone looking over her figure- It was Ron.
"Mione, Mione what happened," he said as he leaned down to her.
"I'm fine," she said as she stood up.
"No your not, your crying and roaming the corridors by yourself," he said as he grasped her wrist and turned her to face him, with the blank expression on her face, he didn't know what to say. "Mione, Ginny told me you went to see Dumbledore, So, what did he tell you? How's Harry?"
'I'll just tell you in my room," she said as she dragged Ron towards the portrait of the young girl, "Draconis," she whispered in a hoarse voice. They entered the room and Hermione crashed down on one of the couch.
"This your room with Malfoy?" asked Ron rather cruelly.
"Ron, Harry's in danger."
"What?"
"Dumbledore told me that he was hit by a curse, very close to the killing curse."
"But Harry already survived the Avada Kedavra once, why can't he do it now?" said Ron in disbelief.
"But Ron, its not that simple. The Avada Kedavra is one thing, Harry survived it because of his mother and that is the only reason he is living now. The curse was passed on to Harry by a follower of Voldemort, which means that its power was from Voldemort himself, which also means that whoever that did it was at the Quidditch game. They suspect it to be a child of a deatheater, suspected it from the Slytherin house but the only one they could come up with that is in the inner circle of deatheaters is Lucius Malfoy,"
"That scum bag, it means Malfoy is the one who did this to Harry" raged Ron.
"No wait Ron I wasn't finished, so it means that Draco Malfoy is the only person which could be suspected of it but, remember that he was also injured."
"So? That was because he was stupid not to see the bludger,"
"Ron let me finish," Hermione said firmly, "That bludger that hit Malfoy was supposed to hit Harry. But since Malfoy swiped Harry to a side when they were chasing the snitch, the bludger hit Malfoy instead of Harry and if Malfoy were the one controlling the bludger, he wouldn't have directed it on himself and put his own life in danger."
"Then if it wasn't Malfoy who could have done this to Harry then who?"
"They are still trying to find out, Oh Ron what are we going to do" said Hermione as Ron comforted her.
"I guess just hope for the best Mione," he said patting her back.
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Hermione was at the antechamber that night reading up on the diary of Gryffindor which Malfoy had found for her. She was too enchanted reading the diary that she lost track of time. Many entries made her smile, feats of cleverness by Gryffindor mostly. She was really enthralled by the diary and very thankful that Malfoy had found it for her; it rather made her forget that he was in the hospital wing fighting for his life.
She reached the end pages of the diary and fell over an entry that she was surprised at.
Salazar left today, It was funny comforting Rowena like this; playing dumb even if I had figured their relationship out years ago when we were just starting Hogwarts. I saw it in the both of them they were made for each other, surprisingly they were never together; because their love was forbidden, even if it was so perfect.
Rowena was sobbing in my chest and she was telling me something about a curse that they had made. I could not understand her that much because her voice was extremely unclear. Whatsoever this curse is, I am sure it involves the both of them. I cannot talk to Rowena about this anymore; it must bee too hurtful for her. She is completely depressed at these moments, such a pity, and a true waste of herself, an artist Rowena and a true literary. It is a shame she has to waste her talents because of this. Well, not totally I saw a painting that she had created recently, A painting of a young girl in a white gown, it was unmistakably beautiful, but I cant help but think that it was only a product of her depression.
Hermione gasped silently. 'So the girl in the portrait of the head boy and girl quarters was a painting of Ravenclaw' she thought.' Of course, it fits the description perfectly 'The woman who fills sadness in her eyes as he adored lover leaves her in tears for he cannot love her, for their love is forbidden' it was Ravenclaw all this time I should have known'
Hermione looked at the diary entry again and slipped a flattened rose in between the pages. She rose from her chair and started to walk out of the room. She closed the door behind her back and went out of the library, it was empty now, it was about nine at night and she was not aware of that until she came out of the antechamber. She walked slowly out of the library as not to alert Filch, and to the corridors. Suddenly, she heard small footsteps and purring of a cat, "Mrs. Norris," she whispered to herself as she felt for the presence of the cat. That was unnecessary really, at that moment Mrs. Norris jumped right in front of her and purred so loudly that it was beginning to hurt in the ear. Hermione instantly turned and ran towards the opposite corridor non-stop, 'I can't get caught,' she whispered to herself as her light footsteps echoed through the hall. She stopped at a door to catch her breath, and to throw the cat off her trail. Hugging Gryffindor's diary close to her chest as she took sharp heavy breathes.
Once she caught her breath, she gazed up at the door, which she was standing by.
"The hospital wing," she whispered as she realized what it was. She suddenly had a thought, a thought you never would expect Hermione Granger to do, ever. Placing all her doubts down she pushed the big old door back and creped inside of the infirmary. It was awfully dark, if it were not for the full moon this night, she wouldn't have seen where she was going. She walked over to the end of the hall where there were three closed curtains, she figured where Harry and Malfoy must be. Hermione opened the first curtain and spotted a sleeping Harry, he had his glasses on the bedside table and some treats to his right, mostly gifts from his friends. She sat down beside him and noticed his peaceful face, it was hard to believe that he was close to death, she thought, she stroked his usual messy hair and his smooth face.
"It will be alright Harry, we'll all be alright in the end. You're strong, I know it, Ron knows it too and so do all your friends, your going to fight this with the only thing Voldemort can't fight back with. Please be strong Harry for us," she whispered to him, and with her final word she leaned down to give him a very light kiss on the cheek. She opened the diary of Gryffindor and took the fattened rose that she was using as a bookmark and placed it beside Harry's glasses on his bedside table. She whispered a quick 'get well' to him and went out of the curtains surrounding Harry's bed to do to a bed across from Harry's. She opened the peach curtains of the bed and silently went inside.
She spotted Malfoy's white-blond hair and sat on his bed beside him. The curtains around him were blowing hard, and for a moment she wondered, could this be because of his coldness.
"I don't really know why I'm doing this, really I don't. I really hate you; I've hated you since the beginning of this school year. Hell, I have hated you ever since I came to Hogwarts, but I do not know why I am supposed to change that right now. Come to think of it, you've saved Harry's life and I'm thankful for that. I should be just thanking you for saving my friend now, but I really don't know why I'm still here practically spilling everything to you, I don't want you to fucking die Malfoy, I really don't. I cannot explain that fact now because I'm so confused. I don't know what to think of you anymore, I don't know why everything could be so wrong while everything is so perfect." She sighed "Malfoy, you can't leave me to all these responsibilities, I've always wanted them, responsibilities. And if I could, I would do both our works all by myself but I can't do it while I know that you're suffering right here. I can't laugh at you stupid bastard for what happened to you now. I hate you with all my life and I don't know why I don't want you to die. You've been a needle in my cushion for the whole time that I have known you yet here I am telling you how stupid I feel and you're not awake to insult my childish feelings, how can you leave me to this now Malfoy? How?" she fell on his body and started sobbing. She ceased quickly though, after she heard him give a sharp breath.
"Well, at least your breathing," she said softly as she leaned down to kiss his lips. And stood up to leave. She silently opened the curtains of Malfoy's bed and continued walking out of the hospital wing. She closed the door behind her and walked down the corridor, unsuspecting of the person she had left to enter the infirmary.
"He'll won't be, not for long little missy," said the dark figure in a croaky as he entered the infirmary"
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A/N: that was such a stupid chapter, hell, I don't know if you guys would like it. It's just that I can't think of anything that would happen to Draco that would involve Harry too. I hate it. There will be another chapter, and hopefully not as sucky as this.
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