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Chapter 7
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Draco meant to push her a little. A prank, if you may. He never wanted her to die. He lowered his face to hers, a stray tear landing on her pale face. Her body was growing colder in the chill. He had his cloak draped around her in hopes to somewhat preserve her. He had checked her breathing but it had grown still. He laid her down and began compressing her chest and breathed into her soft cold lips. Their first kiss. It was not what he had been imagining at all when he planned to pursue her. His little witch really meant it when she said she's rather die than be seen consorting with the likes of him. His efforts at resuscitation brought no effect. His heart had sunk impossibly low, filling his soul with dread and loss.
"NO, I refuse to give up.. Not when you had so much to give!" Determined, he placed her down and searched madly for his wand. He had lost in in their tumble to the earth. He closed his eyes and strongly focused opening his hand and feeling for the pull. There. It whipped from under so leaves and flew directly into his grasp.
Turning immediately, he wracked his brain for any strong healing spells he knew. She needs to breathe! What can make her breathe? He knew no spells for that but that didn't deter him. Spells had to come from somewhere, wizards didn't come about the same way a book of spells did. He would have to improvise. He deciphered the Latin word for 'breathe' and gave it a shot.
He fell to his knees besides her and aimed directly at her chest, praying for it to work, "Spiritus."
Nothing. He pulled at his hair and thought deeper. What did he overhear Pomfrey say when he was in the hospital wing for hitting his head the last time? He vaguely remembered her replying to a compliment from one of the Professors over her skills at healing, 'It is quite simple, really! All one needs to do is add hea-' the rest was a blur. Why can't I remember it? Fuck! 'Health? Healing?'
He was running out of time. He had no choice but to try something.. He aimed at her chest again,
"Curatio Spiritus!"
A horrible choking gasp filled Hermione's lungs as she hacked away, clutching her chest in pain. Incredible, magical relief flooded through his body as he collapsed on top of her, gathering her into his arms and pulling her up. He did it. She's going to be okay. He couldn't believe how close that was. What a horribly stupid way for things to turn out and yet he was so happy it ended like this, with her in his arms alive and breathing.
She's alive, thank Godric Fucking Gryffindor. Of all his years cursed with the worst luck, he was grateful to have luck now. It must be because it's Hermione, he thought. She always made it through the worst of anything that was put in her way. It was in her nature, after all.
He spent the next hour casting healing charm after healing charm, confident in his ability to remember so many remedies beyond any other student in his year and even two years ahead of his own. First, he successfully set and healed her broken leg, that was the most obvious wound as it was painfully bent in an odd angle (which somewhat horrified him). Next was her concussion and other fractures bones here and there. He took care of the swelling under one of her eyes and even tended to the lesser cuts on her hands from hitting all those branches on her broom. She had more cuts there than he did, which showed she wasn't really much of a better flier than he was. Chasing a snitch for hours on end for each practice had paid off.
Casting the injury detection charm he had been using one last time over her, he finally determined the only thing left was to allow her to wake up naturally. He made sure to also continue checking her breathing patterns and pulse while he was at it, but who's to say it wasn't out of a bit of paranoia, considering the near death experience he managed to pull her out of in the nick of time. He also learned, during his advanced Healers Class, that 'Rennervating' a patient after having suffered a concussion was one of the worst things you could do for them. Their brains shut themselves off for a reason: So the can restart again. The time it takes for them to wake up allows them a chance to heal mentally, as well.
With a tired sigh, he lowered her head into his lap and propped himself back on his hands, and waited patiently for her to wake.
Hermione P.O.V.
All she could remember was a terrible burn in her chest. She didn't know what it meant for all she could do was stay stuck in her horrible nightmare. She was locked in a small chamber that was rapidly filling with water. Everywhere she looked she could find no escape. In the middle of the room was a bright red apple but she somehow knew it was tainted with a love potion. Her chest never stopped burning all the while, a sickening pull was luring her to the apple and before she could stop herself she found it resting in her hand.
"No, I don't want it!" She tried to throw it away but it stuck to her hand, never relenting. It looked so delicious, distracting her from the water pouring in from all sides of the room now. "Can't I have a choice?" She whimpered.
The water was up to her neck now, her long hair was flowing all around her and suddenly that song started to play again, but this time it was slower, like the slowing beat to her heart. She felt like she would die if she didn't take a bite. She caved in and took a bite. Suddenly a rush of air burst into her mouth through the apple, choking her as the bits flew into her throat, the water having completely encased the room now started to empty and she felt herself grow weak. She fell to her knees, grateful towards the sweet tasting apple as it continued to push the water out of the room. Her body felt warmer and her head spun as she laid down on the cold soft floor, the sound of her heart pounding away in her ears until she fell asleep.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything was a blur of events that lead up to this point. Someone was holding her but she couldn't see who it was. She could hardly form words with her mouth, it refused to cooperate with her mind and the flood of questions that built up, slowly being answered as bits of memory came to her in time.
"I-I'm.. alive?" Her voice sounded pretty harsh, startling Draco. He gently withdrew their embrace and studied her eyes. They seemed to be lost as her brows drew in confusion. Did she think she died? He wondered, but he couldn't think much on it now. She is alive.
In a careless moment of happiness he brought her closer and kissed her forehead before cradling her head to his chest, "Yes, Hermione. You're alive.."
She attempted to push him away and ask questions but he stopped her by bringing his lips down onto hers in a gentle kiss. He couldn't help himself as he petted her head and kissed her again and again, this time all over her face and head and back to her lips again, muttering, "Don't ever do that to me again. You hear? I cannot lose you. Not ever.."
His lips felt so warm and passionate against her own. Her body fit into his mold so well and his words were spreading electricity through her, to her toes and back. She recognized the voice now that her senses were starting to become more clear with every passing heartbeat. It belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy and he was kissing her.
She hit his arm this time, still feeling so weak and tired, but he didn't let go. She gasps for air, turning her head a little, making him pause in concern.
He firmly holds her chin and makes her face him giving her a look, "You know you want this as much as I do, Hermione."
The sound of her name rolling off his lips made her melt. He could have been so much crueler when he treated her as a pet and she finally realized they were simply designed so that she would have to spend more time with him, alone.
He kissed her again but very gently this time. A kiss only sweet lovers could capture. Her resistance slowly faded away as she looked back on all the endeavors they had shared throughout the years. Her hand came up willingly this time, placing it on the hand he used to cup her face. She came to an amusing determination: all of her memories with him were quickly replacing themselves with only the good ones. He made her feel.. happy.
AN: Shortie but oh so much fluff! I wanted to puke rainbows, it made me that happy! LOLOL. I loved creating new spells for him to perform on poor Miss Granger. Things are looking up for them now, at least? I don't think a couple of biased friends would very much appreciate it if they saw what she was getting into.
SERIOUS QUESTION: Should I continue the story? I'm considering it but I haven't really planned much, yet. These last two chapters were pretty tough to write.. Okay all of them were in their own ways, but that's besides the point! Remember this was originally intended as a one shot, ohh, I'd say about 6 chapters ago? It's only 12:30am and I'm already seeing double. Do I even make sense anymore? BEDTIME, Oh may Gah! {I wrote three chapters today! Two for this fic and one for "Youkai's Subterfuge" my other latest fanfic based on Sesshomaru x OC, hehe!} Check out my other fics if you want! Thanks for reading,
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