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Draco POV
I woke up in my bed with dry tears streaks across my cheeks. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and jumped out of bed, wand in hand. I relaxed when I saw that it was just Hermione, but then I tensed up again. Those hands…that led me to my roon…they couldn't have been Hermione…Could they? No! If it was… then she saw me crying.
At that moment, Hermione woke up to find me pointing my wand at her. She gasped and quickly stood up from the chair, "Wh-why are you pointing your wand at me?"
"Sorry." I warily replied, "Thought you were someone else…Were you the one who took me to my room when I was…you know…"
"Yes. Why were you crying Draco?"
The memory brought tears to my eyes once more. "My grandmother. She died." Hermione sat down beside me on the bed and put her arms around me. I flinched, but then slowly relaxed into her hold. I looked at the time, "Oh. We'd better start getting ready." I said, though I didn't really want her to let go. She didn't move. "She didn't even die from a wizarding illness. It was a Muggle disease. Something called lung cancer."
Hermione stiffened and gasped. Then shestood up and said, "I'd better go now. Um…You start getting ready too," then raced out of my room like it was on fire or something.
I looked after her, confused. Was it something I said?
Hermione POV
Lung cancer. I thought to myself as I rushed out of Draco's room. I flung myself onto the bed and started to cry. I didn't want to die. I had had my whole life ahead of me. Not anymore.
"STOP Hermione." I said to myself, "You promised no more crying." But I needed to tell someone desperately. I chose Ginny. She wouldn't freak out and get overprotective like Harry or Ron would do. Never mind, she probably would freak out, anyone would, but she would understand.
Ginny POV
In the common room, I was working on a new assignment I had gotten, when Hermione came in. I smiled, the homework forgotten. "Mione! It's so great to see you! You rarely come in here anymore!"
"Hey Ginny. I know. It feels great to be here again. Listen, Ginny. I have something to tell you. It's serious. Not even the slightest bit funny."
My smile faded, "Okay. I'm listening."
She took a deep breath and said," You know how Muggles have a disease called cancer? There is brain cancer, leukimia, lymphoma, lung cancer, and many more. But my point is that I have lung cancer."
I just sat there, stunned, "Is this some kind of joke? I thought you were being serious!"
"Ginny, no! I am being serious! I have lung cancer! I have two years to live! I-I'm dying!" She started sobbing. I hugged her tight. I knew that now was not the time for words. All she needed now was comfort
Little did I know that there was another person there, listening to the entire conversation.