A Harry Potter Fan fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

-Vegetable–

"They're Snatchers."

"That Mudblood Granger."

"It's my dear niece."

"Potter."

"Binds."

"STOP!"

"Take me!"

"Noel!"

"We'll come for you!"

"NOOOO!"

"Somebody! HELP!"

"No I don't."

"Wake up Noel!"

"Get up!"

I jolt awake breathing heavily and clutching my head. I look around and notice that it must be really late at night, or really early in the morning. My eyes fall on Harry who was asleep on a chair next to my bed.

"Hey." I croak. He doesn't move. "HEY!" I say louder and he sits up, rubs his eyes, puts on his glasses and looks at me.

"You're awake?"

"I'm not dead." I pop myself a glass of water and take a sip, pausing to scratch at the bandages on my shoulder. "Where's Draco?"

"He hasn't woken up yet, but it's only been a few hours since we got here."

"Ah." I say.

"How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"Then go back to sleep."

"No…I need to see him. I need to see that he's okay."

"Are you sure you want to do that? He didn't look well we brought him in. Maybe you should wait until tomorrow morning at least, so that you can have a chance to rest and take care of your shoulder before looking in on him."

"No I want to see him now. You can either help me or I'll have to drag myself all over this place looking for him and then hex the hell out of you for not helping me when I get my strength back." I say angrily. Harry sighs, getting up off the chair and helps me out of bed and we slowly make our way over to where Draco was sharing a room with Olivander. I gasp covering my mouth with my hand. Draco looked really pale, he was normally pale but he looked even paler than before. Did I not save him in time? Is he dead? "Take me back to the room." I say and we walk back to the room I was in. I sit down on the bed and feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "He's okay right? He looked…like he was dead. But he isn't dead right? He isn't right?" I look desperately at Harry.

"We don't know Noel. But we're sure that he's not dead because he does have a pulse if that's what you want to hear."

"That's good. I would hate myself if he died because of me. Thank you for taking me there. I know you didn't want to, and I know you still don't trust him but thank you."

"I trust you Noel, that's all that matters. You care about him so of course you would want to see how he is doing. But you shouldn't hate yourself if he died. He made his choice." He says and looks at me hesitantly. "And if it's any consolation, I care about you." He gets up and leaves the room. Why do I feel like he sucked out all the oxygen from the room when he said that? He cares about me?

"This is so unbelievable." I groan falling back onto the bed.

"You know Mione visited you today." I tell Draco, who was still unconscious even after two days. "She didn't say much but neither did you. Anyway I got your wand back from Harry for you. He seemed like he didn't want to give it to me at first but I convinced him. I know what you'd be thinking right now, 'Noel you're letting him in again. Didn't you tell me you weren't going to do that?' and my answer would be 'I'm not letting him in even if he cares for me.' Oops I forget to tell you that, he said cares about me but that doesn't matter. It doesn't make up for what he did. I talked to Luna earlier today and she told me what the guys have been doing in America since I left." Luna had told me that when Richie, Drew, Derek, David, and Jake went back to America, they told the American Wizarding Government about the attacks, and that the AWG decided to open their doors to wizards who were fleeing the county. Now all wizarding families were hosting their homes for fleeing wizards and that my guys were helping with the process of meeting up with those families and taking them to their shelter homes. "I wish I could see them to tell them how proud I was of them but I wish you were awake so I could tell you how sorry I am. I should have been paying attention. I feel so guilty that you're like this."

"Why?" Olivander asks. I didn't realize he was awake and listening to me.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"Not at all. On the contrary I find it refreshing, but there is no need to be feeling guilty."

"I can't help it." I say turning to face Olivander. "It's my fault he's like this, and he wouldn't be if I hadn't of asked him to come."

"Then it would have been you on the bed instead of him. I doubt you asking him to come would have stopped him from taking the knife for you. I think he would have done it regardless."

"How do you know that?" I ask confused. He was a Malfoy wasn't he? I thought everyone here didn't trust him besides me and Luna.

"Let's call it intuition."

"Does your intuition tell you he's going to be okay?"

"It tells me he's been okay for a while and that he's just getting better." Wow, he wasn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be. I'm impressed and that doesn't happen very often.

"I attended one of the meetings that Harry, Ron, and Mione was having with Griphook today." I say levitating Draco to change his sheets and set him down gently. "Get this; they want to break into Strange's vault. They think that's the reason why she was so furious about us supposedly have been in her vault. So they told Griphook if he helps them break in, they would give him the sword. What they don't know is that they don't have to break in at all or give him any sword. Remember I can go into her vault at any time to get compensation? I haven't told them yet; I was going to wait until you wake up before I tell them. So if they get mad at me for not telling them sooner, I'm going to blame it on you for not waking up sooner." I say going through my mp3 before stopping on my violin. I look at it and I look at him. "Did you know I haven't played my violin since Dumbledore's funeral? I don't know why really, I guess I haven't really had it in me to play…I used to love playing it all the time but now I just don't. I do miss playing it." I zap it out of the mp3 and run a finger along its surface.

"Are you going to play?" Harry asks from the doorway.

"When did you get here?" I ask looking up at him.

"Around the time you zapped it out from your mp3. So you feel like playing?"

"I want to. Why are you here?" I ask after putting it away quickly.

"Fleur wanted me to tell you to come down for lunch."

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat something."

"I said I'm not hungry Harry. If I do get hungry I'll pop me something to eat, but right now I'm watching over Draco."

"I'll watch over him, you go eat."

"No I'll watch over him and you go and eat. I don't want you murdering him in his sleep."

"If I wanted to murder him, I would have done it the first night but I didn't so you should be able to trust me with the vegetable for at least twenty minutes while you go to eat."

"Well I don't so don't go telling me what to do Harry and don't call Draco a vegetable! I'm staying here."

"Fine! Do whatever you want. See if I care about what you and the veggie do." And he storms out of the room. I huff angrily, crossing my arms and glare out the window. He had the nerve to call Draco a vegetable! He really ticks me off.

"Well I'm glad I woke up now to be able to witness that." I hear a familiar voice say softly. I look to the bed to see Draco smiling at me. "What's this about murdering me?"

"How are you?" I ask walking to the side of his bed. "Do you hurt anywhere? Are you in pain?" I didn't notice that tears were falling down my face until I felt Draco's hand reach up to wipe them from my face. "Draco?"

"I'm fine thanks to you." He says. "I heard you talking while I was asleep so I knew you were there watching over me as usual."

"I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't do anything. I'm so sorry."

"Have you forgiven yourself now since I'm awake?" He asks running a hand through his hair to make it a little neater. I look down. "How about if I let you hug me this one time only? Will you feel better then?"

"A little."

"Okay. Just ONE hug and no feeling me up." I let out a sob and hug him tightly. "It's okay Noel. I'm fine. Nothing is wrong with me, I don't hurt."

"Still it was all my fault."

"Geez don't cry. You're getting mushy germs all over me and soon I'll start crying for no apparent reason and we don't want that. Besides I'm practically a man now right. I don't do crying."

"Anymore." I snort.

"Don't remind me." He grimaces.

"Are you hungry?" I ask pulling back, wiping the tears from my face with my sleeve.

"Of course. Now help your cousin get downstairs to eat."

"I could bring you something or pop you something. Are you sure you don't want to stay in bed and eat until we know you're fully healed?"

"Nahh I want to get out of this bed and walking." He says sitting up and waving me over to help him. I wrap his arm around my shoulder and he leans on me as we walk down to the kitchen. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room when we entered.

"Squeezils you're awake." Luna says from the table.

"With an alarm clock like I had, it would be enough to wake the dead." He jokes and we go to sit next to her. Harry shifts in his seat, not looking at us.

"You shouldn't be out of bed. I would 'ave brought you sometheeng to eat." Fleur says.

"I wanted to move around. Being in bed for so long doesn't suit me but thank you." He says as she levitates a plate over to him and he begins to eat. I sigh in relief watching him eat. He was going to be okay. "Noel I'm fine, stop watching me and eat." I look down and see a plate of food in front of me.

"Okay." I grab the fork and eat the food gratefully, and it was very good.

Well I'm having a tough time writing the next two chapters so I don't really know when I'll be able to update next so when I can I will but at the moment they just don't feel right.

Nagare