A Cabana Boy Summer

Hermione arrived at the Manor, dashed through it's many rooms, and came upon Draco's room, to see him held up by a foul smelling, Frankenstein-like thing. She saw the wooden shaft too late, and heard her boyfriend scream in utter pain as he was skewered. Harry arrived, and analyzed the situation as only he could, and hurled a curse at the thing. It grunted, and dropped Draco. It spun around, and Hermione and Harry saw it's eyes. The eyes of Death.

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Draco was floating, seeing white, experiencing a comfortably numb sensation. He looked down, and saw white dribbling out of his belly, and with it went his life.

If this is dying...why, it's not so bad...

He closed his eyes.

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Hermione and Harry threw all the curses they could at It. But they just seemed to bounce off, not harming the creature at all. It grabbed Hermione and threw her over to where Draco lay. She immediately got up, surveyed the damage to her boyfriend, and performed a small spell to slow and stop the bleeding. She noticed the Zippo nearby, and a clever plan began forming in her mind (as it does only with Hermione. Ever.)

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Draco felt a tugging sensation, not unlike using a Port Key. It was pulling him back, the light was fading, the white stuff stopped coming out as fast, and pain began to take over the numbness. He felt angry. It wasn't painful to die, it felt nice, and he had been so close to having a painless happy life...but was being painfully being taken back.

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It had Harry in a death grip, and was probably surprised by the cold feeling hitting him.

Flammable liquid.

Hermione threw the lighted Zippo.

It shrieked an unearthly sound, death, pain, anger combined.

Ran screaming out of the house.

Fell, then disappeared.

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Harry winced, feeling the scabs on his stomach break open. Sometimes having a release had it's downside, but it was a release no matter what. Now he had to help Hermione with Draco. He couldn't stand his best friend not being able to do anything about her boyfriend.

"Hermione, St. Mungos...?"

"Yes, yes! Hurry, we've got to get him there! He's lost a lot of blood..."

Harry grimaced, fought the stinging pain in his belly, laid a hand on Draco, and Apparated.

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Draco woke, then shut his eyes against the painful florescent lights. He felt starched sheets, and an itching in his left arm. His abdomen was on fire, and yet he couldn't feel it. He waited until the glare went away, then slowly opened his eyes again. He could hear voices.

"...Special case, we've never seen this before..." he focused on leveling his breathing out, taking breaths through his nose and out his mouth. "...Poison seems to be conflicting with the healing potions...Might not be able to heal..." It occurred to him that he might be the one they were talking about. He heard Hermione's voice, and opened his eyes all the way.

She was sitting beside him, holding his hand. She had been crying, and looked like she'd start crying again. There was a tall black man at the foot of what looked like a hospital bed, making notes on a clipboard and talking in a very soothing voice to Hermione. Draco was confused, and then the night came back to him, the power outage, the monster, his brush with death.

He sat up, ignoring the numb fire sending shocks through his body.

"Hey, I'm up. Mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" the doctor raised an eyebrow, and Hermione came swooping into him, giving him kiss after kiss after kiss. He winced.

"Gently, gently..." she didn't hear him. "GENTLY!!!" he yelled, and she looked at him, blushed and sat down again, holding his hand. The doctor looked faintly amused.

"Well, Mister Malfoy, it's good to see you awake. The other doctors were worried you might not wake up. You have been stitched up, but there are a few tests we'd like to run on you-"

"No." he said.

"But, sir, this is something we've never seen before! You have been injected with some sort of poison that cannot be diagnosed and therefore can't be healed! Without the proper antidote, it will slowly spread through your entire body, and finally paralyze your brain, killing you!"

"How would you know this?" Draco asked, his voice small.

"When you were brought in, the poison was only in your belly. Now it has progressed towards your legs, and you won't be able to walk unless an antidote is found or created. We NEED you to conduct the tests on, because time isn't going to heal this," he gestured towards the bandage on Draco's stomach area, which smelled like rotten fish and underwear, and was a puke shade of green. "Without these tests, we won't be able to find out what is causing these reactions in your body, and you yourself are going to die." The doctors eyes were hard, serious. Hermione's eyes had started leaking. Draco looked out the window.

Never able to walk again...never able to do anything...death...poison...

"Do the tests." he said, fighting back tears of his own.

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Wow.

I actually didn't expect to write that.

Shows how smart I am. Oh well. Hahaha, that's kind of pathetic really.

I'm having some issues at home, but not too big.

So yeah. Peace

Shorty