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H.G. P. O. V.
"We need to talk, Draco Lucius Malfoy."
As soon as the words left my lips I saw fear in his eyes, they went wide and he went a shade paler than what he usually was. Oddly enough, I felt no anger, nor did I feel anything mutinous towards him in the least. I just wanted answers. I needed them.
"What are you hiding from me, from the others? Why won't you tell me? How long was I out? I know you're hiding something from me. Don't lie to me, Malfoy. Where is Ginny? I don't understand, wait am I in your bed? What the fuck is going on?" I jumped around in my still slightly fogged up mind. I have never been a morning person, nor will I ever be. I'll never be a before noon person.
He blinked a few times and shook his head, "I'm going to make a few calls and see if I can explain it the way I want to. You have been asleep for a little less than a week, so I'm assuming that you will need to take care of some bodily functions, and clean yourself up. Your wand is in the bedside table's drawer, the bathroom is through that door." With that he stood and walked out of the room through another door to the left of the door he had pointed to moments ago.
He had dismissed me. Like I didn't even matter. Like i didn't deserve answers.
I gritted my teeth together, pursing my lips together as well. I scooted over to the side of the bed and dropped my calves off. I scooted a little further and my feet hit the ground I stood up and the room started spinning the blank white walls with black furnishings started to mix together and then it went sideways and then the floor slammed into my side hard, jamming my elbow into my ribs painfully, my breath hitched painfully, and my vision exploded with a million bright little stars. I gasped and coughed out reeling from not being unaccustomed to using my legs for a while. I pushed myself up carefully and half crawled, half scooted to the door that Draco had pointed to, all the while muttering insults under my breath.
I finally got into the bathroom and used the towel rack to pull myself up.
Now, I'm not really vain, but when I saw myself I nearly burst out bawling. I was pale, like had been locked in Azkaban for several years. I had shadows under my eyes that any D.A.D.A. teacher would have been proud of. My hair was limp and greasy. What was in that mirror wasn't the person I was proud to become. Not the idol of teens everywhere. Not the war heroin. Not a member, or former member, of the golden trio. This was, this was disturbing.
Biting back my tears, I shuffled my way to the shower and turned the water on as high as it could go. I slowly removed a weird robeish thing that obviously didn't belong to me. I'd never wear something that tacky. When the water was just under blistering stepped in and quickly sat on the bath floor. I curled my legs up to my chest wrapping my arms around my knees. I noticed several healing cuts on my forearms, but didn't bother to inspect them too much. Sighing I rested my head on my arms as the hot water cascaded over my worn body. Soon, I don't recall when or why really, but tears mixed with water were running down my face. Sobs racked my body sending my gasping for breath.
Taking a few shuddering breaths I reach up the side of the tub and grab a bottle of shampoo and pouring it into my hair. After my hair was thoroughly lathered I leaned back into the stream of water running my hands through it, trying, and failing, to remove knots.
After I was cried out and clean I stood slowly grabbing a towel from the rack, wrapped it around me, and walked out to Draco's bedroom.
I shuffled through one of his drawers and found some boxers and slid them on and a t-shirt to go with them, underwear be dammed.
After putting on clothes I went out to the kitchen and noticed he had a nice, thick, dark, German chocolate cake under a glass cover. Just to spite him I went to it and 'accidentally' knocked to the ground.
Well, I tried to. Right before it hit the ground it stopped in its tracks, hovering. I whirled around in awe to see Blaize Zanbi standing in the open front door with Draco, and Ginny.
Ginny was the first to stride in and gathered me in her arms, as we hugged she whispered, "I already lost you once; I won't go through that again." I smiled and chuckled into her hair.
Blaize steps forward and shakes my hand, "Nice to see you again, Hermione." As he steps back Draco extends his arm out into the living room and we all go in. I sit in an arm chair and Ginny perches on one of the arms; as if afraid I might disappear. Draco and Blaize sit on the couch facing us.
I stare directly at Draco without any expressing on my face. If he wanted me to show any emotion towards him at all, he had better start explaining.
Draco sat forward on the couch his elbows on his knees, "I am so sorry. You were right."
"Right about what exactly?" I raised one eyebrow, the only expression I had.
"First your word you'll let me tell the whole story, no interruptions."
I nodded my head a fraction.
He let out a sigh. "Ok, first things first. In sixth year, fifth for you, Ginny, I was chosen for a mission for Voldemort. To ensure I carried out his mission he put a curse on me, this curse wouldn't take effect immediately, so I thought I had time. Well there was another part to the curse, if I didn't carry out the mission; it would go to my next relative. My next and only relative is Leda. I can't allow that. I needed you. After the war, when you disappeared, I assumed that you were dead, well mainly because of the dead body, and the curse hadn't bothered me for a long time, until I went to a concert, where a certain pop star was playing. We started talking and I realized that, maybe, I could finish the mission, before it hurt Leda-"
"What is the mission already?" I interrupted. I was growing more impatient by each word he spoke.
He gave me a sharp look before continuing. "Now I had nothing to do with 'your' body being found. But I was in the great hall with you, only for a moment, but in that moment I rubbed your back because you seemed tense. And after that I will spring forward a bit, to the night at the club in Brixton, you were talking outside with Neville and I couldn't have you finding out about my part in this, that soon. I cursed him with a tongue swelling jinx and acted like I was rescu-"
"You. Did. What?" I was nearly seeing red. How dare he interfere with a friend's well being because he wasn't ready for me to know? "You had better get to the point real soon, or else you won't have one." I threatened, at which point Ginny grabbed my hand in hers and just held on.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry about that I truly am. Anyway, I suppose I should tell about the curse and the mission now?" Blaize and Ginny nodded sullenly. "Ok, the curse first." He rolled up his left forearm to show me what appeared to be a dark mark, except, it was an acid green. A putrid green, as was the flesh around it. "It's killing me. Slowly, but surely it's killing me, because I didn't complete the mission. And before you ask, the mission," he sighed and ran his hand over his eyes. "The mission is, I have to kill you."