Draco.
Draco watched as Hermione took in this information, her eyebrows rose considerably before she drearily opened her eyes. He knew that she quietly agreed with this idea. What else could it be? Headaches so violent that cause you to pass out, that certainly wasn't something one developed over one week.
"It's very plausible" She said softly. Hermione's gaze met his own and he could see a small glint of fear. He knew that she was scared. None of them had any real clue on how to fix her agonising problem. He didn't know how much longer she could withstand the pain.
"But we don't even k-know what spell your mother used let how alone how to cure this p-pain" She sighed in defeat, her voice wobbling. Draco's heart crumbled to see her in such a pit of hopelessness and agony.
He gentled took her hand into his own and squeezed it in comfort.
"I promise you I will fix this" Draco spoke firmly staring directly into Hermione's deep brown eyes which were full of despair. He knew she depended on him. At this moment in time, she had no choice than to put all of her trust in him, along with Weasley and Potter of course. And that was the reason that this sight hurt him so much.
"This is all my fault…" He whispered in a raspy tone. He almost felt as though he was going to cry. It was very odd. He had hardly ever cried in his entire life but since meeting Hermione he had been unable to control his emotions. He had already cried once in front of her which was humiliating enough. He didn't want it to happen again.
He took a few shaky breathes, "I'm sorry…"
Hermione frowned gently and shook her head ever so slightly.
"Don't you dare" She hushed, rubbing her thumb over his own, their fingers still interlocked. "Don't you blame yourself."
But Draco couldn't help it, if he had never met Hermione in that dirty, old pub that day she would not been experiencing this pain. His father would not have tried to kill her, she wouldn't have been hit with three spells simultaneously and she wouldn't possess these awful headaches.
"But…"
"No Draco." She uttered stiffly.
He thought it best not to disagree with her so he simply nodded before placing his lips against her forehead.
Silence fell between them. Draco wanted nothing more than to hold her and force the torment to float away. He wished it was him going through this instead of her.
Both of them unsure on what would happen next. Where do you start in trying to find a spell that no one knew the name of? There was no way he was visiting his mother in Azkaban, thoughts of the wretched place still haunted his mind. And neither Potter nor Weasley, who were skilled aurors, had the faintest idea. He was truly clueless.
It wasn't until he glanced at Hermione that a solution sprung to mind. Why hadn't he thought of it before? It was so bloody obvious. Books.
Hermione owned hundreds of the things, there must be at least one that would give them information on rare and evil spells. It seemed so simple. Perhaps too simple but Draco had no other plans.
He lifted himself off the bed, not speaking a word and apparated instantly to his and Hermione's home in hope of finding an answer.
Hermione.
Pop. He was gone.
Draco had apparated, she knew this immediately without even sitting up to look, not that she could anyway. But where had he gone? And why hadn't he said anything to her?
She trusted him though. She trusted that he knew what he was doing so she didn't bother to worry too much. She just prayed that he would be back soon.
She merely lay glaring at the ceiling, her head still throbbing. She begged for the pain to stop. She begged for an answer so that she could finally be happy.
It seemed that throughout her life that had always been an obstacle stopping her from being truly happy.
After the battle Hermione assumed that the struggling was over and that she was free to live her life in peace and serenity. But she was wrong because life wasn't that easy.
Ron had forgiven her and Lucius was dead yet here she was still unable to live her life. It wasn't fair.
She was pulled quickly from her thoughts when she heard the creaking of footsteps up the stairs. Hermione held her breath in anticipation to who would walk through the door. Was it Draco? Had he discovered information on the mysterious curse.
But it was Ron.
He peered his head around the door quietly and smiled when he saw that she was awake. Hermione smiled weakly back at him and was very comforted by his presence.
"How are you feeling?" He asked before shaking his head, "Silly question, sorry."
He slowly perched himself on the edge of the bed. She allowed the corners of her mouth to curve upwards; she had always found Ron's daftness to be strangely cute.
"It is quite painful…" She said half smiling, half creasing her forehead in discomfort.
Ron gave her a sympathetic look. Hermione gazed into his blue, calming eyes although she detected a glimmer of awkwardness.
"Hermione…" He began, grabbing hold of her hand that was still warm from Draco's large hand locked around it previously. Ron sighed and looked at his lap in defeat.
She gave his hand a small squeeze to motion him to carry on. He glanced up at her.
"I just want you to know that I'm… sorry for the way I treated you… you know before... when we were together…"
Her heart clenched, she was not expecting a full on apology from Ron. Especially not at this moment.
"I never gave you what you deserved… I get that now…and I…" He paused and Hermione could see him struggling to voice the next words.
"I'm happy you found someone you makes you happy… Even if it is Malfoy…"
No matter how much her head was throbbing in pain, Hermione couldn't stop herself from beaming wildly at what Ron had just said. It was extremely pleasing.
"I am sorry also…" She breathed, "Deserting you was cruel and cowardly."
He nodded and everything was quiet. Both of them absorbing what had just happened. A revelation at both of their ignorance. Hermione ignored the pain bouncing around her brain and smiled. Ron had given her hope. She had missed her best friend.
A/N: Oh my god! I am really, really sorry I haven't updated in over five months! But I plan to get back on track and finish this story. Let's do this!
