A/N- This is Caroline, enjoy! We don't own anyone!

Chapter 5

" Don't cry for me, I'm already dead." Draco replied, eerily, his luminescent blue eyes catching the bleak light from outside as he looked up. Afterwards, it grew very quiet. Hagrid's voice was only a soft whisper as he said: "Y'should get some rest, I'd wager ya ain't in the best of humor."

Draco nodded, reluctant to follow orders but willing to do anything as long as it guaranteed some consolation for his feelings. He stood and sat himself down onto the couch across the room, which was a small one, but when he curled his legs up it accommodated him well.

Soon enough, Draco fell asleep on the couch. He looked so peaceful. Yet, so cold, even hurt, the way an animal would look after it fell asleep with one leg caught in a hunter's trap. The animal would know that doom was impending, that it would meet its fate, but it was too tired to struggle with the chains of the trap at the moment.

'With out his usual sneer, he's even kind of cute.' Hermione thought, lining the top of her mug with her finger. 'Wait! What am I saying? That's Draco Malfoy I'm talking about!'

"You okay, 'Mione?"

Hermione snapped up at the sound of her name. "What?"

"You look confused, and I ain't used t' see ya like that."

Hagrid was right, she was confused. Confused about herself, about Draco, about everything. What would drive a person to do such a thing to someone, their own son, no less?

Draco turned once again, he seemed to toss and turn a lot. Was it nightmares? Was it just habit? Draco turned and the Dark Mark was shown once again, his Slytherin robes sliding down so that his shoulder was bared to the audience in the room.

The rain goes on(on and on again)

The rain goes on(on and on again)

Hermione flinched. "I don't know, Hagrid. Its just something about that Mark that makes me scared."

Hagrid grabbed a Gryffindor blanket and threw it to Hermione. "Go cover the little lad up, you've got a gent'lr touch."

Hermione walked over to Draco and carefully covered him up. He was cold, so cold she noticed. She looked closer at the Dark Mark. It looked permanent. It was hideous. She couldn't bear to look at it. Then she remembered fourth year.

The Quidditch game at the Cup was wonderful. Then the masked people came and they were torturing the Muggles and then she remembered how Draco acted. He had laughed, he had been so calm. He acted as if it were all a joke. Of course, he wasn't in any danger. He acted as if he was completely protected. He made fun of her, he told her that the masked lot were after Muggles and Half-Bloods.

I'll blame it on the weatherman
Get away for a while
Here I amount on my own again
Won't blame it on myself
I'll blame it on the weatherman

Would Draco act that way? Hermione looked back at Draco and laughed slightly. "Wha' so funny?"

"Nothing, Hagrid. I just never thought I'd see the day when The Great Draco Malfoy would be seen in Gryffindor colors!" She said, sitting back down across from Hagrid.

Hagrid suddenly stood, slowly brushing his mud-caked leather vest free of dust and dirt. " I ain't sure if it's the right thing ta do, but I'm gonna go speak with Dumbledore. I know he'll keep this in confidence."

Hermione frowned. " Is that such a good idea?"

Hagrid's eyes trailed towards Draco, breathing steadily beneath the Gryffindor blanket. He seemed to have settled in a more trance-like dream. " When 'Ogwarts students are in danger, Dumbledore's gotta be first t' know. A' fore anyone else does anythin', Dumbledore has to tell us how to deal with this."

Hermione nodded and then waved as Hagrid opened the door and stepped outside. " B'sides, I gotta get you both excused for the time y'were missin' and all." Hagrid added, before closing the door. A gust of wind blew a wave of rain indoors, spattering the floor.

Hermione settled back in the soft chair that Draco had previously occupied.

Suddenly there was a little moan coming from the couch.

It was Draco. He was tossing and there was sweat matting down his blonde hair. Hermione sat near Draco. She threw off the blanket and saw Draco's wounds were bleeding again. Dark, red blood twisted down his sides, soaking his robes, which had fallen apart to reveal a crisp button-up shirt beneath.

Draco sat up quickly and looked into Hermione's brown eyes with his gray-blue ones.

'He has amazing eyes.'

Alone I can hear
Hear our song
Playing for me again

His were clouded with terror. "Hermione! I saw him… I saw him… My dad's coming. He'll kill me for telling."

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