DISCLAIMER: Do I have to? Like anyone is going to sue me? I own nothing of value! Fine.
I own nothing, J.K. Rowling owns all the characters. Damn fine writer, isn't she?
QUICK NOTE: they are in sixth year at Hogwarts.
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Hermione looked at the clock. She was usually a bright and attentive student, but the last few days she had been feeling tired, more slower than usual. All she wanted to do now was go straight up to her bed and sleep for hours. It was four thirty. She had no homework, nothing to do.
"...and that's all! Enjoy the rest of your day." Professer McGonagall smiled. She was in a happy mood, as she before in her office had discovered an old book of spells she hadn't seen since she was a child. Everyone in the class was glad of that, as it meant an easy lesson!
Hermione gathered up her books slowly, feeling an odd pain in her stomach. She walked up to the Gryfinndor tower, but was interrupted by Draco.
"Mione, are you ok? Let me carry those books for you." His grey eyes showed concern for his fragile girlfriend. Everyone in the school had been surprised when they had started dating. No one knew the reason for it, except Hermione and Draco.
About two months ago, Draco had saved Hermione's life. He had said at the time that he didn't know why he saved the filthy little Mudblood. Hermione had tried to repay the favour by tutoring Draco in some of his worse subjects, and their relationship had grown over the time.
"I'm...ok, I think," mumbled Hermione. Her steps became slower. Draco instantly dropped the books he was carrying and held on to her. "Hermione, you're not ok. Let me take you to the hospital wing, please Mione."
"But I am ok, I am...." and with that, she stumbled, and collasped on the floor.
"Oh no," Draco muttered under his breath, as he lifted Hermione from the ground.
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Hermione was in her bedroom. 'Why am I here?' she wondered.
"Hello Hermione." The voice was cruel and hard, and as Hermione turned around, it belonged to a beautiful girl, wearing an ice-cold blue dress.
"Who are you?" Hermione said, desperately trying to find any means of protection against this stranger.
"Who am I, Hermi? I'll tell you who I am."
Hermione gulped. She didn't know who this strange person was, and she didn't know what she was doing here.
"I am Beax. And why am I here?" she smiled cruelly. "That will have to wait for another time, Hermi." Her voiced dripped sarcasm, and she ran one ice-tipped fingernail down Hermione's cheek. And with that, she vanished.
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Hermione opened one eye slowly. Draco was sitting in a chair next to her, his head in his hands. She moved her hand to on top of his knee, and he instantly looked up.
"Oh, Hermione," he said, his voice breaking. "Are you ok? Do you need anything? I've been so worried about you..." Draco looked at the beautiful, fragile girl lying on the hospital wing bed. Her hair had smoothed out and became a deep, rich milk chocolate colour, and he loved to stroke it whenever he could. However, bones jutted out from her arm. She had become so skinny over the past few days, hardly eating anything, prefering to be with Draco, or even just sleep. He was so worried about her, yet he didn't even know what was wrong.
"How long have I been in here, Draco?" she whispered, her eyes shut. She didn't have any energy.
"Since yesterday morning. Harry has come, so has Ron, and they both left you flowers. See?" Draco tried to turn her attention towards the beautiful flora decorating the windowsill.
"Did you visit me a lot?" she said very quietly. She made an effort to turn her head towards him, and Draco started to stroke her hair.
"I have been here since when you collasped. I got permission to stay out of classes for a day or so. I haven't left you, I promise Mione."
"Ok... Draco?"
"Yes?"
"I had a dream, wh-when I was asleep," she mumbled. "There was a girl in it, a horrible girl. She ran a finger down my cheek, just like this," and with that ran a finger down Draco's cheek. "And she vanished, and she... she knew my name, and I think I knew her, but I don't know where from."
Draco swallowed. "Well, it was only a dream. You're awake now, and I'm here and that's all that matters," he said, trying to make light of the situation. He didn't want Hermione to worry about that now, just when she was at her weakest self.
"I love you Draco."
"I love you too, Mione. I love you too."
Satistfied with the answer, Hermione fell back asleep. Draco kissed her forehead and stood up, stretching.
Albus Dumbledore walked through the door. "Ah, Draco, how is Hermione?"
"I don't know," he muttered, falling back into his chair. "She woke up a few minutes ago, and we talked, but she's asleep now. What's wrong with her? You have to tell me if it's serious, please tell me."
"I'm afraid we can't do that at the moment, Draco." He shook his head, the twinkle gone from his eyes.
Draco stood up. "Damnit! I have as much right to know as anyone does!!" he exploded. "I love Hermione, and you can't sit around here all day and not tell me what the hell is going on!" He instantly regretted saying what he did, as Hermione awoke.
"Draco... why are you yelling?" she said softly, struggling to sit up.
Draco sat back down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her cheek.
Dumbledore magicked up a chair next to Draco's, and he sat in it. "I will tell both of you what is wrong, but you mustn't tell anyone else."
"What about Harry and Ron?" Hermione blinked, worried.
Dumbledore considered this. "I will tell them later," he said nodding.
He took a deep breath. Draco's hand rested on Hermione's and her hand gripped his in a weak grasp.
"Hermione, you have what is know as the Ferinale disease. It causes the bearer to become weak, and it gradually drains all their strength."
"Is-is it fatal?" Hermione uttered, scared.
Draco held her, pulling her closer to him.
"We don't know Hermione. We don't know."
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Albus Dumbledore stroked his beard. He had left the hospital wing a few minutes before, and was now in his office with Draco.
"Look, I know you're doing all you can, but can't you help her in some way?" Draco asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.
"There is something we can do, Draco. A potion. However it takes time to ferment, and I fear it may be too late for Hermione before she gets it."
"I don't care what you have to do, just get Mione better, please." Draco's silvery-blond hair shook as he tried to compose himself.
"I will ask Professer Snape to start the potion today, Draco. However we need something from you."
"What do you need? Blood? Hair? Toast? I don't care, you can have it!"
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm afraid it is more complicated than that, Draco."
Draco stood up and began to stroke Fawkes, agitated. His grey eyes seems darker than usual. "I don't care," he said resignedly.
"We need you to do this...."
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Whadda ya think? Please review, I will only continue the story if I get at least 10 reviews, thanku very much...
Please do not review if you are just going to crititize, it helps no one. If you have nothing good to say, say nothing at all.
So... will Hermione get better? Will Draco do what he needs to? Will we see that sexy blond babe (Draco) in leather pants? All in Chapter 2.....
I own nothing, J.K. Rowling owns all the characters. Damn fine writer, isn't she?
QUICK NOTE: they are in sixth year at Hogwarts.
******
Hermione looked at the clock. She was usually a bright and attentive student, but the last few days she had been feeling tired, more slower than usual. All she wanted to do now was go straight up to her bed and sleep for hours. It was four thirty. She had no homework, nothing to do.
"...and that's all! Enjoy the rest of your day." Professer McGonagall smiled. She was in a happy mood, as she before in her office had discovered an old book of spells she hadn't seen since she was a child. Everyone in the class was glad of that, as it meant an easy lesson!
Hermione gathered up her books slowly, feeling an odd pain in her stomach. She walked up to the Gryfinndor tower, but was interrupted by Draco.
"Mione, are you ok? Let me carry those books for you." His grey eyes showed concern for his fragile girlfriend. Everyone in the school had been surprised when they had started dating. No one knew the reason for it, except Hermione and Draco.
About two months ago, Draco had saved Hermione's life. He had said at the time that he didn't know why he saved the filthy little Mudblood. Hermione had tried to repay the favour by tutoring Draco in some of his worse subjects, and their relationship had grown over the time.
"I'm...ok, I think," mumbled Hermione. Her steps became slower. Draco instantly dropped the books he was carrying and held on to her. "Hermione, you're not ok. Let me take you to the hospital wing, please Mione."
"But I am ok, I am...." and with that, she stumbled, and collasped on the floor.
"Oh no," Draco muttered under his breath, as he lifted Hermione from the ground.
******
Hermione was in her bedroom. 'Why am I here?' she wondered.
"Hello Hermione." The voice was cruel and hard, and as Hermione turned around, it belonged to a beautiful girl, wearing an ice-cold blue dress.
"Who are you?" Hermione said, desperately trying to find any means of protection against this stranger.
"Who am I, Hermi? I'll tell you who I am."
Hermione gulped. She didn't know who this strange person was, and she didn't know what she was doing here.
"I am Beax. And why am I here?" she smiled cruelly. "That will have to wait for another time, Hermi." Her voiced dripped sarcasm, and she ran one ice-tipped fingernail down Hermione's cheek. And with that, she vanished.
******
Hermione opened one eye slowly. Draco was sitting in a chair next to her, his head in his hands. She moved her hand to on top of his knee, and he instantly looked up.
"Oh, Hermione," he said, his voice breaking. "Are you ok? Do you need anything? I've been so worried about you..." Draco looked at the beautiful, fragile girl lying on the hospital wing bed. Her hair had smoothed out and became a deep, rich milk chocolate colour, and he loved to stroke it whenever he could. However, bones jutted out from her arm. She had become so skinny over the past few days, hardly eating anything, prefering to be with Draco, or even just sleep. He was so worried about her, yet he didn't even know what was wrong.
"How long have I been in here, Draco?" she whispered, her eyes shut. She didn't have any energy.
"Since yesterday morning. Harry has come, so has Ron, and they both left you flowers. See?" Draco tried to turn her attention towards the beautiful flora decorating the windowsill.
"Did you visit me a lot?" she said very quietly. She made an effort to turn her head towards him, and Draco started to stroke her hair.
"I have been here since when you collasped. I got permission to stay out of classes for a day or so. I haven't left you, I promise Mione."
"Ok... Draco?"
"Yes?"
"I had a dream, wh-when I was asleep," she mumbled. "There was a girl in it, a horrible girl. She ran a finger down my cheek, just like this," and with that ran a finger down Draco's cheek. "And she vanished, and she... she knew my name, and I think I knew her, but I don't know where from."
Draco swallowed. "Well, it was only a dream. You're awake now, and I'm here and that's all that matters," he said, trying to make light of the situation. He didn't want Hermione to worry about that now, just when she was at her weakest self.
"I love you Draco."
"I love you too, Mione. I love you too."
Satistfied with the answer, Hermione fell back asleep. Draco kissed her forehead and stood up, stretching.
Albus Dumbledore walked through the door. "Ah, Draco, how is Hermione?"
"I don't know," he muttered, falling back into his chair. "She woke up a few minutes ago, and we talked, but she's asleep now. What's wrong with her? You have to tell me if it's serious, please tell me."
"I'm afraid we can't do that at the moment, Draco." He shook his head, the twinkle gone from his eyes.
Draco stood up. "Damnit! I have as much right to know as anyone does!!" he exploded. "I love Hermione, and you can't sit around here all day and not tell me what the hell is going on!" He instantly regretted saying what he did, as Hermione awoke.
"Draco... why are you yelling?" she said softly, struggling to sit up.
Draco sat back down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her cheek.
Dumbledore magicked up a chair next to Draco's, and he sat in it. "I will tell both of you what is wrong, but you mustn't tell anyone else."
"What about Harry and Ron?" Hermione blinked, worried.
Dumbledore considered this. "I will tell them later," he said nodding.
He took a deep breath. Draco's hand rested on Hermione's and her hand gripped his in a weak grasp.
"Hermione, you have what is know as the Ferinale disease. It causes the bearer to become weak, and it gradually drains all their strength."
"Is-is it fatal?" Hermione uttered, scared.
Draco held her, pulling her closer to him.
"We don't know Hermione. We don't know."
******
Albus Dumbledore stroked his beard. He had left the hospital wing a few minutes before, and was now in his office with Draco.
"Look, I know you're doing all you can, but can't you help her in some way?" Draco asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.
"There is something we can do, Draco. A potion. However it takes time to ferment, and I fear it may be too late for Hermione before she gets it."
"I don't care what you have to do, just get Mione better, please." Draco's silvery-blond hair shook as he tried to compose himself.
"I will ask Professer Snape to start the potion today, Draco. However we need something from you."
"What do you need? Blood? Hair? Toast? I don't care, you can have it!"
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm afraid it is more complicated than that, Draco."
Draco stood up and began to stroke Fawkes, agitated. His grey eyes seems darker than usual. "I don't care," he said resignedly.
"We need you to do this...."
******
Whadda ya think? Please review, I will only continue the story if I get at least 10 reviews, thanku very much...
Please do not review if you are just going to crititize, it helps no one. If you have nothing good to say, say nothing at all.
So... will Hermione get better? Will Draco do what he needs to? Will we see that sexy blond babe (Draco) in leather pants? All in Chapter 2.....