Written In The Stars
Chapter 7
Hermione stayed in the hospital wing to the end of the weekend, just to get her head round what she had just been told. She was young, she didn't want to die and especially not like this. She thought of all the things she will never get to do, things like, get married, have children, have her own house and not getting to fulfill her dream of an excellent career in teaching Arithmacy at Hogwarts. She just sat up in bed not saying a word, just staring into space. When Harry and Ron came to see her she still didn't say a thing, they didn't even know what was wrong with her and she wasn't going to tell them.
When she arrived back in her dorm later that weekend, she placed a small brown package in the drawer beside her bed and then crawled into bed and under the duvet. Only to be woke a few hours later by the sound of her alarm clock. She knew what she had to do and she knew that no one else could do it for her. She just had to get it over and done with. Then she could get up and get dressed in peace as she knew that Malfoy will still be asleep. She had set her alarm really early so that she had time to do it because she was very scared. She had never done anything like this before, the only times she has had it done is when the nurse at the doctors surgery do it and even then she still didn't like it.
She sat up and rubbed her weary eyes. Today is when it all begins, she thought to herself. She ran a hand through her messy hair and clambered over to the side of the bed. She walked over to the mirror and brushed her hair and put it up in a messy ponytail until she went for her shower. She ran her hands over her face and just stared in the mirror. How was her appearance going to change now that she had cancer? She had heard things about how you lose your hair and become frail and become dependant on people and being Hermione Granger she didn't want that, she thought to herself. By standing and looking in the mirror she was only delaying what she had to do, it was her only hope of a longer life in that drawer and if she didn't want to live longer then she would never have taken the small package from Madam Pomfrey.
She went and sat on the edge of her bed and just looked at the drawer. She slowly eased it open and lifted the package out and held it in her hands. She stared at it for a while then tears brimmed her sad eyes once more. She just felt drained from all the crying and thinking that she had been doing. She placed her thumb nail inside the package and opened it slowly. She didn't take out the contents just yet. Not wanting to look at them, trying to savour one last piece of normality until she had to face the fact that she had cancer and neither anyone in the world, not even magic could help her. She reached into the package and pulled out the months supply of injections that was going to help her live longer, it was chemotherapy. She ran her fingers down the syringe and tried to gulp back tears but it didn't work. They spilled down her pale cheeks again, she just couldn't take it all in. She broke the tinfoil seal on one of the syringes and placed it in the correct position in her hands. She took deep breaths thinking it would help but it really didn't.
She placed the needle tip softly against her left thigh, she couldn't feel any pain yet. She took another deep breath and pushed it into her skin, harder and harder with each breath that she took. She pushed the sharp tip of the syringe into her leg so that the clear liquid disappeared into her body and she pulled it out again so fast that she drew blood. She looked around frantically for something to wipe it with and all she found was her duvet, she held it close to the enlarged needle prick. She winced in pain. One down, infinity more to go.
Hermione was showered and changed and ready to go for breakfast early, so she decided to take a walk about the castle to kill sometime as she didn't want to face Draco either. She turned the first corner after the portrait and she didn't see who came round the right corner, her best friend Harry was coming to get her to take her to breakfast on her first morning from the hospital wing. Hermione had told him the password of the Head's common room as she knew that she could trust him as she always could.
Meanwhile, Hermione was walking the corridors of Hogwarts. She was noticing things that she had never noticed before, like how beautiful some of the stain glass windows were, how many cracks were up the stone wash walls and how beautiful some of the portraits were. She couldn't get over the true beauty of the halls that she had graced for six years and not taking these things in. I am going to take things in more often she thought to herself.
Harry entered the common room and was happy to find that Draco was not sitting in the common room as he didn't fee like looking at him never mind arguing with him over why he was here. He glanced round the sofa's to make sure that she was not lying on them with a book to read, when he realized that she was not there he started to slowly and as quietly as he could creep up the stairs towards the dorms. If Malfoy was to come out of his room and catch him heading for Hermione's room merlin knows what the school will know by dinner time and he didn't want that for her as he knew that she had enough to deal with.
Hermione reached the Entrance Hall and decided that she would take a stroll round the grounds, she may as well as she had so much time. She made a note mentally in her head not to get up this early tomorrow morning. She glanced an eye over at the lake, the lake Harry and saved her and others in the Triwizard Tournament. She took a deep breath in and she hadn't felt this good in a long time. It was as though she was at peace because she knew what was going on in her body and it couldn't be sorted. It still hadn't sunk in yet but she felt a little bit better, she had realized no matter what, she had no choice in the matter she would have to deal with it weather she liked it or not.
Harry reached her dorm and knocked lightly on the door, he really hoped that she was awake before he knocked. He got no answer. Things started running through his head about her whereabouts, was she in the shower, was she in the bathroom doing her make up, was she already down at breakfast, he really didn't know. Once he realized that he was standing there longer than he should be, he slowly placed his hand on the brass knob, its cold sphere shape tucked in his hand as he started to twist the handle to allow him access to Hermione's room.
Hermione slowly walked towards the side of the lake and found a pretty dry spot under one of the massive trees as the early morning dew had made most of the grass not dry enough to sit on. She smiled at the beautiful sight that she saw before her eyes. For some reason, she started to feel lonely, but not the type of lonely for the company of a best friend, but for the company of a companion. How beautiful it would be to share the early morning sunset with your boyfriend, Hermione thought. She closed her eyes for just a few seconds and started to imagine what it would be like, the feeling of having big, strong, masculine arms wrapped round her little waist, leaning back upon a warm chest and having a shoulder to lay her head on. A bird above her began to screech and that certainly woke her from her daze right and quick.
Harry entered the room slowly, just to make sure that she was aware of him coming in just incase she was getting changed or something but the more the door opened the more silent it became. Once the door was fully open and he could see inside the room that he realized that she wasn't there. He felt a slight pang of worry and then thought that she must be in the shower. He walked across the hall towards the shower and the bathroom door was wide open and with no Hermione to be seen. He walked back over to her room to see if he could find anything that could lead to were she might have gone at such an hour. Although he was up at this hour too, but it was only because he had a very sleepless night and didn't feel like trying to get to sleep again when he knew that it just wouldn't have worked. He went in and looked around her walls, placed on them were photographs, pieces of parchment, pieces of paper, tickets of some description probably to the Quitdditch World Cup, Harry thought to himself as he was scanning her walls. He then went over to sit down on her unmade bed which he also thought was strange, he always had expected Hermione's room to be so neat and tidy with everything in its right place and labelled but what he seen before him was far from it.
Hermione had just got up to walk back to the castle when he just snapped into her head when she wasn't even thinking about him at all. That look that he gave her in the hospital wing just kept playing through her head over and over and over again. It would just not erase. Along with the look in his eyes, they looked so sad when he had apologized and she just gave him abuse. Maybe he was trying to change, maybe he has realized that at some stage this year he is going to have to work with her and talk to her. Why now though? Why when she had just found out that she was terminally ill, what did he want from her? She just couldn't put her finger on it. Then the moment were he and Pansy became girlfriend and boyfriend right under her nose in the common room suddenly flashed in her mind and she felt a huge weight had been thrown on top of her shoulders just at the very thought of having to watch it all over again. She didn't know why she was being like this. She had hated Malfoy from the minute she set eyes on him, what has changed? Was it him, her or both of them, together?
He decided he would tidy up a bit for her. How could she have kept the room tidy when she was in the hospital wing anyway? Harry thought to himself. He ruffled her pillows and placed some of the books lying around her bed in a nice neat pile and placed them in the bottom corner of the bedside cabinet. He noticed that there was a brown package with her name on it, something that Hermione hadn't mentioned to him. His curiosity got the better of him and he lifted the package up to look inside. Then he seen branded on the front and back in block red letters, PRIVATE, then he thought to himself, if Hermione needed to tell us she would tell us. So he placed the package back in its place. He then decided he would make the bed. He grabbed the ends and startedto wave it strongly and noticed something small and thin fly across the room. With his such good Quidditch skills he followed it as it darted across the room and landed on a pile of clothes. He left the duvet and went to see what it was. That's when he found out what was in the package. Oh Hermione he thought.
Hermione left her little spot by the lake to go and have breakfast. She would be going in at just the right time. After being here for six years nearly seven, she knew exactly the right time was to have meals, when the crowd was little and the food was plentiful. Although there was always food on the table as the plates refilled themselves every time they were empty, the food always got a little cold. She reached the Great oak doors and slipped in through them to see a lot of people making their way down towards the Great hall. She walked slowly taking in all the peoples faces that came towards her as she made her own way to the Great hall. She entered the massive room were the four tables were set for breakfast and walked over to the second from the right to find that Harry was already at the table playing with his food.
"Hey Harry" Hermione said as she sat down beside Harry and started to look at what was for breakfast that morning..
"Hey" He said not being able to look at her. Why was she doing it? Hermione and drugs? It just all didn't add up. If she had a problem with anything she knows that she could come and talk to Harry, Ron and even Ginny was there for her or at least a teacher.
"What is up with you this morning? You don't look too good and you haven't touched any of your breakfast since I came in, do you want to talk about something?" Hermione said giving him an expectant look. Whatever was on his mind must be troubling him really bad, she hadn't seen such a scared look in his face since well, Sirius died.
"It's nothing, just something playing up in my mind, hopefully everything will work out" Harry said putting on a fake smile.
"Ok well you know that you can talk to me about anything" Hermione said giving him a genuine smile back and look a long sip of her tea that she had poured for herself. She started eating her breakfast of bacon and toast when she felt eyes burning into her back. She slowly turned round ever so slightly to see who was staring and there sitting giggling right in her face was Pansy Parkinson. Hermioine just gave her a dirty look and turned back round. She was not going to let some slag ruin her happy mood today.
"I wonder who the father is, its probably that Weasel, he has always had a thing for that mudblood, I think their child would be the most ugly child the whole magical world will have ever seen" Pansy said to one of her Slytherin friends and sniggered. If Pansy was trying to whisper then she couldn't do it, it was obviously for Hermione to hear.
Hermione's eyes brimmed with tears. How could she say something like that when she didn't even know what she was going through. Hermione just gulped and looked at Harry who just stared at her wide eyed. She shook her head to signal that it wasn't true bit in Harry's mind it all added up. The drugs she was taking was trying to get rid of the baby and that is why Madam Pomfrey was so shocked in the hospital wing, because Hermione Granger, Hogwarts model student, was pregnant.
Hermione turned round to Pansy and gave her a look that could have made water freeze up. "What did you just try to whisper?" Hermione asked with such anger in her voice.
"Oh give in Granger, it's obvious that you have a bun in the oven. Oh, what will your muggle parents say when they find out that their brainy little daughter is pregnant and by her best friend, well that is smart. I think they will be so proud, what do you think girls?" Pansy said and turned to the two Slytherins who were giggling endlessly now.
"I am not pregnant, get it into your thick skull. Your the one that could be pregnant after sleeping with nearly everything with a pulse in your house. They don't deserve to be called boys. Now keep your nose to yourself and ..." Hermione said but stopped as she felt all dizzy and was getting hot and cold flushes. The room started to spin round and yet again she hit that cold hard surface that she had hit when she was in Transfiguration, the floor.
Draco heard the loud bang just as he had walked through the entrance to the Great hall. He seen a body falling to the floor. It was that table right by his. Then he heard her name being shouted. He ran quickly to were the crowds of people started to gather and pushed his way through and it was her. Potter was lying beside her stroking her face mumbling something into her ear.
"Potter get off her give her room to breathe you moron" Draco said as he finally got through the crowd and seen her lying helpless and unaware of what was happening. He pulled at Potter's shoulders to make him move off her. He needed to get her back to the common room at least to check and see if everything was all right. He knew that she didn't want to go back to the hospital wing, he could tell by the way she acted the few times he had seen her in there. He bent down beside her and checked she was still breathing and wrapped his arms under her and lifted her with his masculine arms and held her tight to his body.
"Move, get out of my way will you, I need to get her to the hospital wing, move now!" Draco shouted all over the Great hall so people would move to let him pass.
"Dracoooooooo" He heard someone call him from behind. He turned his head round and seen Pansy coming towards him. He just rolled his eyes he didn't need this right now.
"Draco baby, what are you doing? She is the Weasels responsibility, her and that baby" Pansy said pulling at his hand to make him just drop her, which made him only hold tighter. Then he caught on what she said, his eyes filled with anger.
"Who told you she was pregnant?" Draco said with such anger in his voice that he felt like he would explode.
"Oh no one Drakey" She winked at him and give him an evil smile.
"You bitch, you ungrateful little bitch. Don't you dare come anywhere near me or Hermione ever again or I'll hurt you" Draco screamed in her face.
Draco walked as fast as he could out of the hall, he had already wasted enough valuable time. He knew that there was something wrong with Hermione and he didn't want his roommate dieing, even if they didn't get on the best of times. Why did the Head's common room have to be so far up? Draco thought angrily as he was climbing the fifth staircase. He then climbed another two and he ran to the bottom of the corridor and was granted access to the common room after mumbling the password.
He knew that he wasn't allowed to take her to her room so he placed her on the large corner sofa in the middle of the room. He opened her collar and took off her robes so that she might be able to breathe more easily. He then ran to his bedroom and got his blanket, she would kill him as it was green and silver and had the letters D.M on it with a snake around it, but at least it would keep her warm. He put on the fire as it was cold in here and went to the kitchen and got her a large glass of water. Then, he bent down beside her, waiting, until she was to wake.
A/N- A longggggg chapter! This is to make up for the last one! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
I used to update every Friday ... but now I am just going to update after I finish the chapter because I really don't have the time to wait till Friday's anymore and I know you all want to know what happens!
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Tanya xxxxxxxx
