Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this laptop and i love to write so don't sue me and deprive me of my lappy...
Author's Notes: Big hugs to my first reviewers, heeheee...they always hold a special place in my heart...oh, and the name of the disease will be revealed in this chappy! i think...
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Hermione closed her eyes and put her arms over her head, too weak to try and move out of the way. In the last moment, the horse reared up and jumped over Hermione. She opened her eyes to see that the horse had slowed down and the rider had changed the position of the horse so that they were coming towards her. The rider dismounted and walked towards her.
"What the- Granger! What are you doing here?" Hermione struggled to get up. Of all the people in the world...
"You're trespassing on private property," said Draco, glaring at Hermione. Hermione ignored him and turned around and started to walk away.
"How the hell did you get here anyways?"
"I Apparated." Hermione stopped and turned around to face Draco and look at his eyes so he'd know that she hadn't lied.
"Why the bloody hell would you Apparate here? It's a prison here." Hermione scowled.
"Stop swearing. I didn't mean to Apparate onto your private estate, Mr. Malfoy," said Hermione, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I needed to get away."
"From what?!" Hermione started to answer but she felt another cough attack coming and she started to cough so hard that her back hurt. Hermione fell to her knees and clamped her palms over her mouth. Draco looked surprised at this violent attack.
"Er, Granger? You okay? Should I get you some water or something?"
"I want to be alone," Hermione said, face buried in the grass. She wiped her bloody palms on the grass. Draco jumped at the sight of the crimson blood on the green grass.
"You can't stay here you know." Hermione didn't answer. Draco rolled his eyes. Why was it he that this stuff always happened too?
"You have to go home, Mother doesn't like visitors." Okay, so that was a lie, but Draco didn't really want to deal with a Mudblood right now. When Hermione lifted her face, Draco was shocked to find tears in her eyes.
"I can't go home," she whispered. Draco sat down next to Hermione awkwardly as she buried her face in her knees and cried. He tentively put a hand on her shoulder.
"You crying Granger?"
"What do you think, genius?" she cried. Draco bit his lip slightly and put his arms around her shoulders. Why did he care about what Hermione felt?
"Granger never cries," he said, in a voice you might use to lure a child into grinning. He tried wiping a tear away from her face.
"Besides, what would Potter and his loyal puppy dog think when they see you cry like this? You've always been the strong one." Hermione's tears finally slowed.
"The strong one?" she asked in a small voice. Draco grinned.
"You make Potter and Weasley look like a couple of kids." That was an ironic statment. Draco was surprised that she had lost a substantial amount of weight. Hermione had never been too thin but now she looked more like a child. They stayed silent for a little bit, looking at the clouds above. The breeze was comforting and the sun was warm. Hermione didn't want to leave this place forever. She wanted to stay for eternity. To die out here, she wouldn't care.
"So...Granger, are you sick or something?" Hermione nodded into her knees and the tears started to flow again. Draco hoped that she wasn't contagious and leaned a little away from her.
"Don't worry, Draco," she said, still looking down. "I made sure that I wasn't contagious with magic. I wouldn't want to go and infect my friends with tuberculosis, would I?"
"Tuberculosis?" echoed Draco.
"Yes," Hermione snapped. "Is there an echo out here?" She sighed, her shoulders drooping forward.
"But it's curable, isn't it?" Draco wanted desperately to help Hermione stop crying. He didn't know why he didn't leave her out here but something kept him from mounting his horse and galloping back to the house. Hermione shrugged.
Too bad it's resistant, thought Hermione. It keeps fighting the medicine, but no way in hell am I going to tell that much to Draco. He'd probably use the information against me.
"So you'll get better, right?"
"Who knows Draco?" said Hermione, getting a little annoyed. "Look, am I dying right now?"
Draco didn't want to say anything but she did look pretty bad. Hermione looked pale, of course there was the thinness, and something else that he coudln't quite place his finger on. Something had dampened her spirit. Draco looked out into the horizon. He didn't want to question her any further, in case she might say something that he didn't want to know.
"But you really can't stay here. You're parents..."
"Well screw them," said Hermione, looking angry.
"But won't they miss you?" Hermione looked away as hot tears slid down her cheeks. She felt as if they were making burning tracks down her face.
"I'll send an owl but I'm not going back." She started coughing again.
"Jesus, Hermione, that sounds like the devil," said Draco. He patted her on the back. Hermione laughed slightly.
"And why are you still here?" she demanded. Draco thought hard. Why was he still here next to Hermione, trying to comfort her?
"Because I care," he finally said. And he wasn't lying. He didn't know what it was about the thin, coughing girl next to him that made him feel sad and happy at the same time. He didn't know why she was the one who made him feel the way he was feeling right now. All he knew was that he didn't want to leave her side. Not now and not ever. And he desperately wanted to know why he was feeling this way.
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A/N: hey my awesome readers! lol, i did my research on tuberculosis and there are some types that are resistant to the drugs that doctors give to the patients but if any of u guys have any complaints about what I say about the disease, if it's wrong or whatever 'cuz knowing me it probably will be wrong heehee, just tell me and i'll fix it! thanks for reading, please R&R!
Author's Notes: Big hugs to my first reviewers, heeheee...they always hold a special place in my heart...oh, and the name of the disease will be revealed in this chappy! i think...
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Hermione closed her eyes and put her arms over her head, too weak to try and move out of the way. In the last moment, the horse reared up and jumped over Hermione. She opened her eyes to see that the horse had slowed down and the rider had changed the position of the horse so that they were coming towards her. The rider dismounted and walked towards her.
"What the- Granger! What are you doing here?" Hermione struggled to get up. Of all the people in the world...
"You're trespassing on private property," said Draco, glaring at Hermione. Hermione ignored him and turned around and started to walk away.
"How the hell did you get here anyways?"
"I Apparated." Hermione stopped and turned around to face Draco and look at his eyes so he'd know that she hadn't lied.
"Why the bloody hell would you Apparate here? It's a prison here." Hermione scowled.
"Stop swearing. I didn't mean to Apparate onto your private estate, Mr. Malfoy," said Hermione, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I needed to get away."
"From what?!" Hermione started to answer but she felt another cough attack coming and she started to cough so hard that her back hurt. Hermione fell to her knees and clamped her palms over her mouth. Draco looked surprised at this violent attack.
"Er, Granger? You okay? Should I get you some water or something?"
"I want to be alone," Hermione said, face buried in the grass. She wiped her bloody palms on the grass. Draco jumped at the sight of the crimson blood on the green grass.
"You can't stay here you know." Hermione didn't answer. Draco rolled his eyes. Why was it he that this stuff always happened too?
"You have to go home, Mother doesn't like visitors." Okay, so that was a lie, but Draco didn't really want to deal with a Mudblood right now. When Hermione lifted her face, Draco was shocked to find tears in her eyes.
"I can't go home," she whispered. Draco sat down next to Hermione awkwardly as she buried her face in her knees and cried. He tentively put a hand on her shoulder.
"You crying Granger?"
"What do you think, genius?" she cried. Draco bit his lip slightly and put his arms around her shoulders. Why did he care about what Hermione felt?
"Granger never cries," he said, in a voice you might use to lure a child into grinning. He tried wiping a tear away from her face.
"Besides, what would Potter and his loyal puppy dog think when they see you cry like this? You've always been the strong one." Hermione's tears finally slowed.
"The strong one?" she asked in a small voice. Draco grinned.
"You make Potter and Weasley look like a couple of kids." That was an ironic statment. Draco was surprised that she had lost a substantial amount of weight. Hermione had never been too thin but now she looked more like a child. They stayed silent for a little bit, looking at the clouds above. The breeze was comforting and the sun was warm. Hermione didn't want to leave this place forever. She wanted to stay for eternity. To die out here, she wouldn't care.
"So...Granger, are you sick or something?" Hermione nodded into her knees and the tears started to flow again. Draco hoped that she wasn't contagious and leaned a little away from her.
"Don't worry, Draco," she said, still looking down. "I made sure that I wasn't contagious with magic. I wouldn't want to go and infect my friends with tuberculosis, would I?"
"Tuberculosis?" echoed Draco.
"Yes," Hermione snapped. "Is there an echo out here?" She sighed, her shoulders drooping forward.
"But it's curable, isn't it?" Draco wanted desperately to help Hermione stop crying. He didn't know why he didn't leave her out here but something kept him from mounting his horse and galloping back to the house. Hermione shrugged.
Too bad it's resistant, thought Hermione. It keeps fighting the medicine, but no way in hell am I going to tell that much to Draco. He'd probably use the information against me.
"So you'll get better, right?"
"Who knows Draco?" said Hermione, getting a little annoyed. "Look, am I dying right now?"
Draco didn't want to say anything but she did look pretty bad. Hermione looked pale, of course there was the thinness, and something else that he coudln't quite place his finger on. Something had dampened her spirit. Draco looked out into the horizon. He didn't want to question her any further, in case she might say something that he didn't want to know.
"But you really can't stay here. You're parents..."
"Well screw them," said Hermione, looking angry.
"But won't they miss you?" Hermione looked away as hot tears slid down her cheeks. She felt as if they were making burning tracks down her face.
"I'll send an owl but I'm not going back." She started coughing again.
"Jesus, Hermione, that sounds like the devil," said Draco. He patted her on the back. Hermione laughed slightly.
"And why are you still here?" she demanded. Draco thought hard. Why was he still here next to Hermione, trying to comfort her?
"Because I care," he finally said. And he wasn't lying. He didn't know what it was about the thin, coughing girl next to him that made him feel sad and happy at the same time. He didn't know why she was the one who made him feel the way he was feeling right now. All he knew was that he didn't want to leave her side. Not now and not ever. And he desperately wanted to know why he was feeling this way.
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A/N: hey my awesome readers! lol, i did my research on tuberculosis and there are some types that are resistant to the drugs that doctors give to the patients but if any of u guys have any complaints about what I say about the disease, if it's wrong or whatever 'cuz knowing me it probably will be wrong heehee, just tell me and i'll fix it! thanks for reading, please R&R!