Hi guy's well can i say I was more than thrilled at the reviews...i check my email and there are 20!! well let's just say my parents got the roof back on eventually but I am still waiting for the firemen to get me down from cloud 9 :) ok onto the strory now.
Hermione woke to a Hogwarts breakfast. The smell of Bacon and Eggs filled the chamber and pulled her out of her quiet slumber. She opened her eyes to find herself in the hospital wing. For a few seconds she wondered how she'd got there and then all the memories came flooding back.
She stared around the room. There was a figure curled up in the bed across from her, it was Draco. He was lying flat on his back, blonde hair spread haphazardly upon the pillow. The morning light streaming through the stained glass windows illuminated the snaking tendrils of steam that drifted lazily out of his ears. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
A rumble in her stomach reminded her of breakfast. Next to her bed was a covered plate and a folded note. She opened the note first.
Dear Hermione,
One of the first years has had a mishap in charms so I had to leave for a few minutes. Your breakfast is ready and prepared. Stay in bed until I return.
Madame Pomfrey.
She polished off the food quickly and lay back thinking. Last night had certainly been eventfull. She remembered Malfoy's pleas to an invisible tormenter. "Well if that's what happens when you catch what he's got then I definitely don't want it!" She thought to herself. "But still it wasn't like him at all, or at least I think it isn't". A large Grandfather clock somewhere a few rooms on began to chime. "8.....9......10.....11!" Hemione exclaimed, "I can't have slept that long". "But you did" The new voice made Hermione jump. She looked round to see where it was coming from. There was a portrait of a youthful spotty wizard on the opposite wall. It was he that had spoken. "He didn't though" continued the boy, nodding to the sleeping Draco. "He woke up hours ago screaming blue murder, her that runs this place dosed him up good and proper". The portrait had a pronounced cockney accent that made it hard to follow what he said, however, Hermione got the idea. "What was he saying? What did she give him?" The portrait raised it's eyebrows and tutted. "Screaming about his father, kept saying he didn't mean it. She had to give him weak asphrodel and wormwood before he'd shut up"
His father, again? How could someone have the same delusion right down to that level of detail. Mystified she returned to her musings. After half an hour Madame Pomfrey returned and informed her that Professor Dumbledore had insisted she spend the next few days in the hospital to ensure that she did not have what Draco apparently did. Hermione spent the better part of the day in bed doing nothing. After the third time she had tried to sneak out to "get a few things" Madame Pomfrey sent a convenient house- elf to fetch books and homework for her.
Madame Pomfrey had once again hurried of to deal with a crisis. Hermione was curled up, deep in Advanced Transfiguration suddenly her peace was interuppted by a creak of Draco's bed. He'd been so still all day that it was quite a surprise for Hermione. She looked up quickly.
"Granger, what am I doing in here with you?" Malfoy's sneering tones radiated out across the silence. "You were screaming your head off in the corridor in the middle of the night, if you must know" Hermione snapped irritably. "Oh and I am supposed to believe that a mudblood know it all like you rescued me?" Hermione snorted in irritation. "You were much better company when you were drugged up" She retorted turning back to her book.
The day became much more unpleasant from that point on. Draco's idea of conversation seemed to be sending an insult whenever he felt bored. The hours dragged on. Her homework done she had nothing to do but to avoid the looks that Draco was giving her. Looks that said "I would rather eat buber tuber puss than stay here with you" Madame Pomfrey refused to be understanding and wouldn't let Hermione out of the hospital wing
Hermione couldn't even look forward to Harry and Ron visiting her, they had been forbidden till it was certain that neither Draco nor herself were contagious. There had been complete silende between the two of them for the last hour. Hermione could have kissed the house elf that brought in their evening meal. Chips were just what she needed right now. "How many times do I have to tell the people that run this school, I will not eat this muggle pig swill" Draco hissed picking at the chips with a look of intense distaste.
He was annoyed at everything. He was annoyed at being near Hermione, he was annoyed at being here and he was annoyed at eating this. When my father hears about this he thought to himself grinning darkly at what the results would be. Nevertheless he was hungry, he ate sparingly trying in vain to not taste the greasy slick slices. Having finished what little he could he made to get out of bed. Hermione was glaring at him, daring him to. Right then he didn't much care he'd been stuck in bed all day. He needed to walk.
That wasn't the best idea. He had got up and walked about for a few minutes when he felt a slight ache in his chest. Maybe there was some real reason to beleive Granger after all. He returned to his bed sharply, hoping that the growing ache would go away once he lay back down. It didn't, it grew worse, he gritted his teeth and lay still trying to pretenc that nothing was wrong. Now he felt cold, despite the heat that the fire in Madame Pomfrey's office was giving off.
There were voices at the edges of his perception. Buzzing flies in his ear, laughing, jeering. He tried to surpress a shiver. He couldn't it grew he began to shake all over, he couldn't stop. His teeth chattered and his breath came in spasmodic gasps and gulps. There were louder voices now. The louder they got the more his chest hurt.
Hermione saw what was happening. Without thinking she leapt out of bed and rushed to his side. "Malfoy, Malfoy can you hear me, calm down, breathe!!!". Seeing that she was no help she ran to Madame Pomfrey's office. The matron had gone again but there was a small mirror with a picture of her moving around the castle. Taking a chance Hermione spoke into that. The mirror image spun round and from the looks of it appeared to be coming back fast. Now she had summoned help Hermione returned to Draco's side. He'd stopped jerking, he was limply stretched out. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing. A blue tinge was appearing on his lips. Hermione couldn't do anything, she didn't know CPR. She felt completely helpless, she had to do something. She leaned over preparing to try and help when his eyes opened suddenly. Ice cold hands gripped her wrists, holding her inches from his face. There was an abrupt bang and she fell into darkness.
She was spinning, she'd been falling for an age. All around her ,voices were crying out, screaming. She stopped. She was standing on a large black expanse, silver stars sprinkled over head. The wind whipped her hair around her face. Voices on the wind cried out mournfully. Figures swooped around her, images of Draco. He was young and playing, then with his father pale and silent. There were memories of her played out too. Scenes from years gone by. Now there was a large dungeon. A low fire burnt with a ghostly blue tinge and gave off a sickly scent. A young boy was spread eagled on the ground. Surronded by a circle of cloaked figures, she was one of them. The boy seemed terrified. He was pleading. "No father, please don't!", "I didn't mean it!!" She shivered all over, the boy was Draco, she was seeing what he had last night. One of the cloaked figures now stepped forward and knelt over the boy. He parted the boy's robes to reveal a skinny chest. He raised a knife high, it was ornately carved with skulls and ancient runes all over it's ancient surface. The boy's eyes opened wide in horror. "Noo!!" He screamed. "Please Noo!" The cloaked figure showed no hesitation. He brought the knife down into the boy's chest.She tried to cut out the screams, it was hard to bear knowing this had really happened. Finally the cries ceased, the cloaked figure raised his wand and spat out a series of words from a dark spell. The room faded and Hermione realised she hadn't been breathing for the whole time. She was rushing upwards, the darkeness slipping off her. When she finally returned to consciousness it was like surfacing from a long dive.
Madame Pomfrey's face came into focus. She looked incredibly relieved. "Thank goodness you're all right. I feared I was going to lose you". Hermione's mind felt foggy. "Is Malfoy okay?" she blurted out eventually. "Yes he seems to be breathing however he hasn't returned to consciousness. Now I am going to give you something to help you sleep. Take it all, you'll need to.
Hermione woke to a Hogwarts breakfast. The smell of Bacon and Eggs filled the chamber and pulled her out of her quiet slumber. She opened her eyes to find herself in the hospital wing. For a few seconds she wondered how she'd got there and then all the memories came flooding back.
She stared around the room. There was a figure curled up in the bed across from her, it was Draco. He was lying flat on his back, blonde hair spread haphazardly upon the pillow. The morning light streaming through the stained glass windows illuminated the snaking tendrils of steam that drifted lazily out of his ears. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
A rumble in her stomach reminded her of breakfast. Next to her bed was a covered plate and a folded note. She opened the note first.
Dear Hermione,
One of the first years has had a mishap in charms so I had to leave for a few minutes. Your breakfast is ready and prepared. Stay in bed until I return.
Madame Pomfrey.
She polished off the food quickly and lay back thinking. Last night had certainly been eventfull. She remembered Malfoy's pleas to an invisible tormenter. "Well if that's what happens when you catch what he's got then I definitely don't want it!" She thought to herself. "But still it wasn't like him at all, or at least I think it isn't". A large Grandfather clock somewhere a few rooms on began to chime. "8.....9......10.....11!" Hemione exclaimed, "I can't have slept that long". "But you did" The new voice made Hermione jump. She looked round to see where it was coming from. There was a portrait of a youthful spotty wizard on the opposite wall. It was he that had spoken. "He didn't though" continued the boy, nodding to the sleeping Draco. "He woke up hours ago screaming blue murder, her that runs this place dosed him up good and proper". The portrait had a pronounced cockney accent that made it hard to follow what he said, however, Hermione got the idea. "What was he saying? What did she give him?" The portrait raised it's eyebrows and tutted. "Screaming about his father, kept saying he didn't mean it. She had to give him weak asphrodel and wormwood before he'd shut up"
His father, again? How could someone have the same delusion right down to that level of detail. Mystified she returned to her musings. After half an hour Madame Pomfrey returned and informed her that Professor Dumbledore had insisted she spend the next few days in the hospital to ensure that she did not have what Draco apparently did. Hermione spent the better part of the day in bed doing nothing. After the third time she had tried to sneak out to "get a few things" Madame Pomfrey sent a convenient house- elf to fetch books and homework for her.
Madame Pomfrey had once again hurried of to deal with a crisis. Hermione was curled up, deep in Advanced Transfiguration suddenly her peace was interuppted by a creak of Draco's bed. He'd been so still all day that it was quite a surprise for Hermione. She looked up quickly.
"Granger, what am I doing in here with you?" Malfoy's sneering tones radiated out across the silence. "You were screaming your head off in the corridor in the middle of the night, if you must know" Hermione snapped irritably. "Oh and I am supposed to believe that a mudblood know it all like you rescued me?" Hermione snorted in irritation. "You were much better company when you were drugged up" She retorted turning back to her book.
The day became much more unpleasant from that point on. Draco's idea of conversation seemed to be sending an insult whenever he felt bored. The hours dragged on. Her homework done she had nothing to do but to avoid the looks that Draco was giving her. Looks that said "I would rather eat buber tuber puss than stay here with you" Madame Pomfrey refused to be understanding and wouldn't let Hermione out of the hospital wing
Hermione couldn't even look forward to Harry and Ron visiting her, they had been forbidden till it was certain that neither Draco nor herself were contagious. There had been complete silende between the two of them for the last hour. Hermione could have kissed the house elf that brought in their evening meal. Chips were just what she needed right now. "How many times do I have to tell the people that run this school, I will not eat this muggle pig swill" Draco hissed picking at the chips with a look of intense distaste.
He was annoyed at everything. He was annoyed at being near Hermione, he was annoyed at being here and he was annoyed at eating this. When my father hears about this he thought to himself grinning darkly at what the results would be. Nevertheless he was hungry, he ate sparingly trying in vain to not taste the greasy slick slices. Having finished what little he could he made to get out of bed. Hermione was glaring at him, daring him to. Right then he didn't much care he'd been stuck in bed all day. He needed to walk.
That wasn't the best idea. He had got up and walked about for a few minutes when he felt a slight ache in his chest. Maybe there was some real reason to beleive Granger after all. He returned to his bed sharply, hoping that the growing ache would go away once he lay back down. It didn't, it grew worse, he gritted his teeth and lay still trying to pretenc that nothing was wrong. Now he felt cold, despite the heat that the fire in Madame Pomfrey's office was giving off.
There were voices at the edges of his perception. Buzzing flies in his ear, laughing, jeering. He tried to surpress a shiver. He couldn't it grew he began to shake all over, he couldn't stop. His teeth chattered and his breath came in spasmodic gasps and gulps. There were louder voices now. The louder they got the more his chest hurt.
Hermione saw what was happening. Without thinking she leapt out of bed and rushed to his side. "Malfoy, Malfoy can you hear me, calm down, breathe!!!". Seeing that she was no help she ran to Madame Pomfrey's office. The matron had gone again but there was a small mirror with a picture of her moving around the castle. Taking a chance Hermione spoke into that. The mirror image spun round and from the looks of it appeared to be coming back fast. Now she had summoned help Hermione returned to Draco's side. He'd stopped jerking, he was limply stretched out. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing. A blue tinge was appearing on his lips. Hermione couldn't do anything, she didn't know CPR. She felt completely helpless, she had to do something. She leaned over preparing to try and help when his eyes opened suddenly. Ice cold hands gripped her wrists, holding her inches from his face. There was an abrupt bang and she fell into darkness.
She was spinning, she'd been falling for an age. All around her ,voices were crying out, screaming. She stopped. She was standing on a large black expanse, silver stars sprinkled over head. The wind whipped her hair around her face. Voices on the wind cried out mournfully. Figures swooped around her, images of Draco. He was young and playing, then with his father pale and silent. There were memories of her played out too. Scenes from years gone by. Now there was a large dungeon. A low fire burnt with a ghostly blue tinge and gave off a sickly scent. A young boy was spread eagled on the ground. Surronded by a circle of cloaked figures, she was one of them. The boy seemed terrified. He was pleading. "No father, please don't!", "I didn't mean it!!" She shivered all over, the boy was Draco, she was seeing what he had last night. One of the cloaked figures now stepped forward and knelt over the boy. He parted the boy's robes to reveal a skinny chest. He raised a knife high, it was ornately carved with skulls and ancient runes all over it's ancient surface. The boy's eyes opened wide in horror. "Noo!!" He screamed. "Please Noo!" The cloaked figure showed no hesitation. He brought the knife down into the boy's chest.She tried to cut out the screams, it was hard to bear knowing this had really happened. Finally the cries ceased, the cloaked figure raised his wand and spat out a series of words from a dark spell. The room faded and Hermione realised she hadn't been breathing for the whole time. She was rushing upwards, the darkeness slipping off her. When she finally returned to consciousness it was like surfacing from a long dive.
Madame Pomfrey's face came into focus. She looked incredibly relieved. "Thank goodness you're all right. I feared I was going to lose you". Hermione's mind felt foggy. "Is Malfoy okay?" she blurted out eventually. "Yes he seems to be breathing however he hasn't returned to consciousness. Now I am going to give you something to help you sleep. Take it all, you'll need to.