A/N : 'Photograph' - Ed Sheeran

"Hearts are wild creatures, that's why our ribs are cages."

The day passed by slowly through Theo's incessant hovering. He refused to be shooed from Draco's bedside and Draco was beginning to feel that Professor McGonagall excusing Theo from his classes, was some sort of punishment of which he did not deserve.

At two o'clock, Draco opened his eyes from feigning sleep. He had hoped his friend would take a break, but to his dismay Theo was now standing over him wielding a wet sponge.

"Okay, Theo! I'm quite alright, thank you!" he exclaimed, snatching the sponge from Theo's hand and tossing it at his mate's face. Theo's eyes bulged in surprise as he took a seat.

"Mate, you don't have to give me a sponge bath, that's just creepy. When Pomfrey left she said I'm your nurse, remember?" Theo said, a mischievous fire in his eyes. Draco anticipated his friend's boredom.

"Theo, you know how you asked how you could help me?"

Theo nodded.

"Okay, this is very important," he began.

"Yeah, yeah! Get on with it!" Theo hurriedly interrupted.

"I need you to go to Honeyduke's and get me three sugar quills and five chocolate frogs."

Theo's face suddenly looked thick with confusion. "I'll just call Dibley—"

"NO!" shouted Draco hurriedly, "Er, I mean, Madam Pomfrey might see and she doesn't want me to be eating sweets" he lied.

Theo stood, a calculating look sweeping his features before Draco continued in a whisper.

"Not to mention, it wouldn't be helpful to have a Death Eater's family house elf see me in this condition. If it were reported to the Dark Lord, it wouldn't paint me favorably."

Theo nodded. "So Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and a couple of Jelly Slugs, yeah? Or was it Fizzing Whizbees?" he said thoughtfully.

"You're joking, right?"

"Of course! You said Candy Floss and Chocolate Cauldrons." he recited.

At Draco's scowl, Theo giggled. "Alright, alright. I'll be back shortly with the Sugar Quills and Chocolate Frogs that you're using as an excuse to get me out of your stupid silver hair."

Draco's scowl transformed into a grin, "Now get on before Honeyduke's goes out of business!"

Theo nodded yet again, "Yes, Master!", bowing like a house elf. He started to leave but paused between Draco's cot and the door and turned back, as if he saw someone approaching.

"As your nurse it is my duty to let it be known there shall be no rumpy pumpy while I am out. Your health will simply not allow it." he said sternly before cracking a smirk. Draco only gave him a quizzical look as Theo disappeared from view. He could have sworn he heard a faint "Granger Danger" from the corridor.

"Shit!" he muttered, sitting up in the cot as he tried to smooth his hair and test his breath. He quickly lost his nerve and sunk back down, feigning sleep once more.

Hermione Granger appeared and gave his figure a shy smile. She placed her bag gently on the floor before closing the curtain around them and lowering herself into the seat Theo had last occupied. She reached out, before pausing, then seemingly changed her mind, fixed his sheets. She smoothed and tucked them compulsively, as if she had a fair amount of words dancing on her tongue that she was fighting to subdue. It seemed she was finally ready to shatter the silence as her lips parted.

"I'm so sorry, Draco. I still can't believe this happened to you." she started, staring down at him and taking his hand in hers. She paused when she found his hand already occupied with cold glass.

"Shit, shit, shit..." he thought, as she slowly slipped his phial necklace from his hand. Silence.

She examined it before placing the glass safely back into his grip. He slowly released the breath he had been holding in and clenched the memories in relief. Hermione of course, noticed this as she noticed everything, and a coy smile stole her lips.

"You know, Draco, Theo told me on my way in that you were awake, having just awoken from a nap."

She waited for him to stir and finally, he did, and quite dramatically, too. He stretched widely, startling her, and fanned his mouth as a counterfeit yawn escaped it.

"Oh, Granger! What are you doing here?" he asked, as if stunned by her presence.

She shook her head in disbelief and swatted his arm before quickly apologizing and fawning over him, as if she had almost broken open all of his healing wounds once more.

"Calm down, Granger. It's fine. What is it with you and Theo today?"

"You just almost died, yesterday, is all!" she hissed, paused a few moments and continued, "So what's in that phial?" her voice suddenly softer.

"It's nothing."

"Come on, I know those are memories. Quite a few of them too, if we're being honest."

"And they're none of your business. It's personal."

"Are they yours?" she persisted, ignoring his now icy glare.

"Of course they're bloody mine! They're sentimental is all, now just drop it."

"Sorry." she said, defeated.

"You apologize entirely too much." he stated, his features warming once more.

She smiled, "I just forget my curiosity isn't always welcomed. I didn't take you for one with many happy memories is all."

With a chuckle he said, "That's because every single happy memory I have to my life, lives in here." as he lifted the phial and placed it around his neck, where it belonged, once more.

"Oh." she whispered, "Well that's rather sad isn't it."

He did not respond.

"So, how are you feeling today?" she asked, suddenly more chipper.

"Much, much better." he said, "Even better now. Er...now that Theo is giving me some air, I mean. He's a bit bonkers really."

"Completely," Hermione agreed with a giggle, "but he sure adds some...flair...to life." she finished, after selecting a suitable word.

They sat in silence for a few more moments before Hermione spoke once more. "I should probably get going. Do you need anything before I leave?" He shook his head. She gave a brief nod and rose from her seat, grabbing her bag in the process.

"By the way, Granger. How are you feeling today? You seemed quite ill yesterday evening." Draco said with a knowing grin, "Or were you?" he added with a wink.

"I was quite ill, but you're right. It wasn't due to sickness, I was just rather worried. You've caught me!" her lips once again curling into a coy smile. Then, before Draco had time to process what was happening next, she bent forward, placing her face before his, pausing, then hurriedly, yet lightly she pressed her lips into his.

His mind finally started working once again just as she was about to pull away. He noticed this and pressed into her further, while bringing his hands to cup her cheeks, deepening the kiss. It was passionate and magical and every other cliché one could think up. She finally pulled back and said simply, "For your phial.". With a blush she peeled the curtain back and left him to his mind, stunned in his cot.

He sat deep in thought and even deeper in disbelief. She really just kissed him! And it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Shit! He had really kissed her back. This certainly complicated things. Just as he brought his hand to his still-tingling lips, Theo emerged from the corridor outside. Draco froze.

"You don't have to fret any more, mate! I have returned! I called Dibley from—Wait. Granger had that stupid look on her face too!" Theo stated before shouting, "I THOUGHT I SAID NO RUMPY PUMPY!?"

"Shut your bloody mouth, Theo!" Draco retorted, snapping out of his reverie, "There was none of that sophisticatedly-titled activity."

"Oh," Theo's face scrunching in thought, "then what happened? Sponge bath?"

"No, you idiot. She kissed me!"

"Blimey!" he exclaimed, his jaw dropping, "How'd it go?"

"It was...amazing. Just how I imagined it to be from my memories."

"Well, that's great! Ours wasn't like that at all. So that could be not so great too." he paused before continuing slowly, "It seems history is repeating itself. I guess going back in time isn't even enough to stop fate. It seems we have work to do."

"So it seems." Draco agreed.

It appeared that the heart was indeed a very wild creature. It could not be contained despite how hard Draco tried. Their hearts yearned for each other, like separated halves, no matter the timeline, no matter the circumstances.