Chapter 8
Breaking the Shattered Glass
"Left"
"Right"
"Up"
"Down"
"Male"
"Female"
"Dogs"
"Cats"
"Black"
"White"
"Different shades of blue"
"Bl- bl... that's not fair"
"I did tell you though"
"No...Really? Oh for Merlins sake, I can't bloody believe it, I really that I was getting b-"
"Gotcha"
"...So cruel"
"I know"
"Next one then"
"Hmm, I think you've done enough for one day...fancy a chocolate frog, yes?"
"No"
"oh? Really?"
"not really"
"so you want one, yes?"
"No"
Draco giggled as a pillow came and smashed him in the face, sending the finest goose feathers flying across the room. He had felt amazing the past week of the two weeks they had been stuck in a horrid confined house that cried for attention and a lick of paint. No, he still didn't remember much, heck, he couldn't even tell you what he did ten minutes ago if she asked him. Details of his personality, his girlfriend, his house, and every year of Hogwarts from year one was still a complete blur, so asking questions about his scar on his forearm and his evident psychotic episode didn't even cross Katrina's mind.
Bubbles in the bath, aromatherapy oils and certain tastes and smells sent his mind in overdrive and he would tell her random stories of his childhood, like how he would put bubbles on his head and shoulders and say "Narcissa, fetch me my cane!" in resemblance to his father, and how ecstatic he was at his 7th Christmas when 'Uncle' Snape presented him with his first Professor Mugoosely's Potions Set, and they would spend hours making pretend- and some real under the strict supervision of Severus- potions that would evaporate when poured or turn into a rainbow cloud that floated across the room.
It was obvious that Draco still thought he was 7, and would probably laugh if told he was soon to be 17. His child like demeanour made Katrina slightly nervous, as she hoped this was just part of the healing process after a brain trauma, but at least he spoke to her. She found it funny at how a week ago, she was crying and begging that he would talk, but now, she can't seem to find a way to shut him up.
Katrina had read a couple of healing books, titles that she had to think hard of the name of, seeing as she has only seen Madame Pomfrey once walking about the corridors tightly holding 'Madam Fredrick's Healings incantations and potions', and once she read that, she read the sequel, which she found really easy to comprehend and practice, and was slightly surprised at how many healing spells could be practiced at student level- maybe she taught Healing classes somewhere in the school grounds.
Katrina found one that sealed his wounds completely, unlike the ones she tried before which only healed for a couple of hours and made Draco complain of a stinging sensation.
"This one tingles" Draco exclaimed, currently paralysed on the floor while Katrina casted a green healing spell over his entire body.
"Good, it means it's working then" she smiled, watching the last of his wounds slowly sealing, leaving a faint scar mark, "hopefully you won't feel any pain now"
"Thanks" Draco smiled, propping his body so his back was against the wall. "Urm...Little babe..."
Katrina chuckled, as she has been trying to tell him that her name is Katrina, but it won't sink in, "Yes Draco?"
"Why don't you use your wand when you do these awesome spells?"
Katrina gave a nervous cough continuing the healing charm, "Urm...I'm...special"
"Special?" Draco scrunched his eyebrows as the bird in the clock whistled its tune, "like, special like... werewolves and grindylows and stuff?"
"Yeah, something like that" she smiled, taking his arm in hers and kissing away the last visible scar, "there, all gone"
Draco smiled, which still gave Katrina little butterflies in her stomach at the strangeness of Draco being capable of pulling such a face, opened his arms and threw himself on Katrina's warm shoulders. She hugged him back, taking in his own unique fragrance mingled with the fresh sweet nectar of blueberries from breakfast.
"I wish you could do something like that to my head, It's hurting like mad"
"Is it? I'll try something later...I bet you're glad you don't have to wear those horrid bandages any more though, eh?"
Draco let go and began walking across the room, stepping on his extra long trouser legs on the way, "mmm...Kinda, I hate them, but I also thought they were kinda cool"
"Oh? Well, soon we'll be back at Hogwarts, and you can tell your friends all about them"
Draco stopped and turned back to look at Katrina; for any signs of her joking. She was far too familiar with that face he pulled; she read right through to his core and inhaled the unimaginable scents of confusion.
"Draco, I-"
"No" He moved away his hands as she tried to grab them, " It's okay, I-I just...what are their names?" Draco asked, dragging a heavy hand through his moonlit hair.
"Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy... but Pansy is... is more of a friend"
"she's my best friend, a girl?" Draco pulled a funny face and fiddled with the string of his jogging bottoms.
"No, shes your... girlfriend"
Draco bloated his cheeks, just like a four year old would do when presented with a bowl of sprouts. "Really? Ick" Draco exclaimed, sticking out his tongue. Katrina laughed at his child like reaction, and crawled over to him, having no energy to walk, and tied his string tighter to stop them falling down even further past his structured hips as they already were.
"hows she like" he called, completely ignoring her laughter for her to answer his pondering questions.
She's a little selfish twat who wouldn't know sense if it jumped up and bit her on the ass.
"well...she's a Slytherin, so..." Katrina searched through herself to find any positive to say about her, for Draco's sake- she found none. "well to be honest Draco she's a little c- clingy" she said at the last minute, to stop herself from saying anything more than she should.
Draco, looking down at the top of Katrina's head as she tied his strings, couldn't help but race his index finger through her deliciously long hair.
"So why am I with her? Do I like, love her or something?" Draco asked, watching Katrina move back into the shadow on the dusted ground.
"I don't really know- on both questions" Katrina replied, burying her chin in the top of her baggy t shirt, and while breathing in could still smell the odd hints of Draco.
Draco stared at her, his grey eyes admiring her heart shaped face, then began to pace up towards to dusty painting hanging lopsided on the wall and back towards to the pile of pillows and blankets that was their bed.
A piercing intake of air was sucked through Draco's shut jaw as he pressed the palm of his head heavily on his left temple.
"OW" he screamed, his face screwed tightly with sharp pain travelling through his head, and accidently tripped on his trouser leg, causing him to go flying into the Gryffindor's exhausted body.
"mph-Draco!" she squealed, as he knocked the wind out of her. She grabbed his waist and pulled him onto her lap, his body heating her skin, and Draco nuzzled his blonde head in the crook of her open neck, wanting desperately for the pain to go away. He dragged his nails down her arms- the pain was too intense.
She pulled his chin up so she could see his entire face- his expression was unbearable.
She was used to him having small outbreaks of noise, but never, ever, has he looked this much in pain, his pale face getting even paler as the pain pumping through the veins in his head becoming excruciating.
"Draco, Draco, Dr- please" she sobbed, rocking his fragile body back and forwards in her arms. She parted her dry lips and kissed his cheek, the warmth from him heating her plump lips until they softly tingled.
Draco faced relaxed a little, and his eyes caught hers, watching the watery rivers of fear tremble over her chocolate eyes. He brought his hand up to her cheek, and caressed the soft skin from her ear to her trembling jaw. Her voice stiffened, as her breath hitched in her throat, watching Draco's grey eyes becoming unfocused and pale eyelids fluttering painfully slowly up and down.
Two awefully long hours past, with Katrina caressing his arms and legs in a desperate attempt to keep him safe.
Through a stream of heated tears, her trembling hand pushed away the greasy blonde hair that coated his freezing cold forehead. She could see the veins straining on his temple and neck as the pain engulfed him, desperately trying to find release- any release.
"Draco..." she whispered, and leaned forward, and covering her lips with his. She kissed him, savouring the taste of blueberries, fear and Draco that rested on his pouting lips. She left his arm leave her shoulder as he body became limp, his eyes beginning to wobble over hers.
"Jag älskardig" He whispered, his breath becoming shaky before stilling, his eyes frozen on the Gryffindor's.
Draco was gone.
