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Chapter 25
Draco's illness was getting worse again. He often collapsed then woke up breathing heavily. No not breathing clawing at the air trying to control it, but every time failing and making it worse. Begging the oxygen to go into his lungs, but without success. He was getting worse and this time Tallulah didn't show. Not even when Hermione called.
Tallulah was in pain at seeing this. She knew Draco had to go through this and she couldn't help, not on this one. But it hurt. This was the first time of many that he collapsed.
Him and Hermione were just having a nice conversation about stupid things their friends did. They were laughing. Enjoying each others presence. They were getting along. And she was about to change that.
With a click of her fingers Draco fell from the sofa and immediately started to sweat as his worst nightmares appeared in his head. Tallulah hopes it wouldn't take Draco long to figure out.
Hermione was on the sofa whilst Draco was in bed. She was going through the books-again. She knew this wasn't going to help. The books didn't really ever help, she had to figure it out by herself. So that what she did. She put down the book and started to think.
It was another test. That was pretty obvious. It had something to do with nightmares. Your worst nightmares. Then there was the question of; why? Why was this a test. Why Draco? Why not her? She had so many questions and none she could answer.
Hermione was deep in thought when it happened. Hermione heard a scream from up stairs. A scream for help. A scream so full of emotion, horror, sadness, regret, guilt, anger, terror. It was a cry really. And it made Hermione feel sick with emotion. What could be happening in that boys head to allow him to make such a heard retching scream.
Hermione rushed into the bedroom to find Draco was crying and there was a light sweat on his forehead. He looked as if dying. Hermione approached the bed slowly and then sat on the edge.
He looked so distant and distraught. He had a small frown and he had tear marks. He looked so vulnerable and it made Hermione sad to see him so sad.
She swept a piece of hair away from his face and then touched his arm lightly.
"Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. She could see him try to move.
His mouth twitched slightly, the way it did when he wanted to smile, but knew he shouldn't. Usually it was cute and made Hermione want to smile, sometimes she thought screw it and would, but this time...he couldn't even talk. She felt a rush of pain go over her. What had he dreamt that had him so shaken up? His eyes twitched next. He couldn't even blink.
Hermione noticed he wasn't breathing. He needed to breath. Why wasn't he breathing?! He couldn't. Why couldn't he move?! It was stupid. Why couldn't it be her. He had the illness, she should get the nightmares. Fair right?
'Come on Draco.' Hermione was worried he wasn't going to be able to start breathing. He was going to die. He couldn't die! He wasn't allowed! He may be a complete prat, but he wasn't evil or even bad just...kinda...prat-ish.
He started to drift off again and Hermione realised he started to breath. Good. Draco started to cry after just a few seconds. What horrors did he have to indulge in? Hermione lead over and kissed his cheek.
"I'll fix this." She whispered before pulling back and heading for her sofa to do her musings.
This was going to be difficult. Tallulah wasn't responding, and they both seemed to stop having their strange visions.
That day she spent only researching or thinking about Draco's problem. Soon it was the next day, she hadn't even noticed that it got dark. She needed to think. It soon became dark once more.
"Please...Tallulah, anyone. Please if you can hear me tell me how to fix this. I just can't...please tell me how to save him.
Hermione felt herself faint and go into another vision.
'Thank you.' She thought before she was completely engulfed by the dream.
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