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Hermione had been sleeping for three days. Not once did Draco leave her side. Once or twice and hour, Hermione would stir and his hopes would raise that she would wake up and this would all be over. But every time that she came close to waking up, she would drift back unconscious. Draco let his gaze rise from Hermione and out across the sky. He watched it go from blood red to a deep gray. The door clicked open and he felt a shuffle of footsteps cross the room. He turned to see who was there, but relaxed when he saw that it was only the nurse. She nodded to him and kept working with Hermione. Resting his chin in his hand, he looked at the forest again. Something about it kept forcing him to look at it. After a few seconds, something shining winked at him from between the trees. Confused, he looked even harder. It winked again. The door opened again, and a hand rested on his shoulder. "Mr. Malfoy, I know that you are content on staying until Miss Granger wakes, but you must go. We will inform you immediately If she wakes, but please, don't come back until tomorrow. You wont have to go to classes, just come back in the morning." Draco nodded, and gave Hermione a quick glance. Her normally creamy skin was paler than his had ever been, and her eyes were closed, dark circles under them. He shuddered and trudged out of the room.

Not knowing what else to do, Draco wandered around outside. He kept looking back at the forest, seeing that shining wink. A half hour of sitting at the lake, thinking, made him restless. Standing up, he faced the forest. The winking was brighter, and bigger. Casting a quick look around, he ran to the woods. His eyes glued to the flash, he jumped over tree stumps and fallen logs, rocks and "animal" droppings until he found himself at a waterfall with rocks all around it and a flashing light at the top. Draco looked all around the side of the waterfall's rocky sides for the easiest way up. Unfortunately, it was about a hundred feet up and extremely difficult to get up, but that didn't stop Draco. About sixty feet up, his robes caught on a rock and tore at the knees, but Draco kept going. When his hands touched the final rock and he pulled himself up onto the ledge, he saw what had been flashing. It was a large caldron with a swirling diamond like substance in it. Twirling and spinning, bubbling every so often, it was quite obvious what this was: A pensive. Looking at the side of the caldron, he saw the initials, HG on the side. He watched as his face rose to the surface, but it was him seven years ago, as a first year. He shuddered as he watched the boy version of himself knock an eleven-year-old Hermione out of the way. The liquid swirled, and Draco leaned closer. Before he could help himself, he was diving, or being pulled, he couldn't tell, into the memories of Hermione.

Draco landed softly in the second year Griffindors dorm rooms. Hermione was lying on the bed, crying. Ginny Weasley walked in, and kindly put her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Draco felt a sickening twist in his stomach. Ginny's voice was sickenly caring and fake. Moving closer his listened to Hermione's gulps for air as she cried out "MUDBLOOD! And how could they not care!! I'm a MUDBLOOD!" Draco winced at the name. He felt the floor leave him and he was now on the quiditch field, watching himself. "Shut up Mudblood." He watched Harry and Ron's faces twitch, like they were going to smile, before going red. Hermione's face was just confused. Ron pulled out a broken wand. "Why you-" He fell again. This time he was looking at himself as he was. He was sleeping on a couch, and Hermione in the corner. She was holding a huge cup, and her breath. She tiptoed over to him, and dumped it all over. He yelled and sat up. They both laughed and fell down, Hermione crying from laughing so hard. "This is what we looked like?" Draco muttered. Her face was bright and happy, and so was his. There was not a trace of her past on her skin, and his eyes were a bright gray, not dark and uninviting anymore. The floor turned one last time.

He was in the astronomy tower. He watched the reenactment of the attack, up until he saved her. His head felt heavy, and his whole vision started to shake. "Draco…" the faint whisper was hardly audible to him. "Draco… Please… Draco…" he looked around, but Hermione was crying. She was not saying anything. "Draco… Please come back…. Come back Draco…" He closed his eyes, shutting out the scene in front of him. "Draco come back… Draco… Come back to me… Come to the hospital wing…" When he opened them again, everything was frozen, and swirled. He was falling back to the forest. He opened his eyes, and was looking into the caldron.

Gripping the caldron tightly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A voice inside of him kept repeating the whispers. "Draco come back…" He sighed and stretched. Taking one last look at the caldron he started to climb back down. "Ah screw this. Accio firebolt" He muttered, resting on a ledge. A few seconds later, he flew back down to the forest edge, and was flying up the hill. Staying close to the ground he rounded the corner of the castle and was at the balcony of His room. He hadn't even looked at Hermione's room. He tossed his broom in the corner and ran down the hall to the hospital.

"Miss Granger is not here. She woke and went back to her room." The nurse informed Draco as he skidded to a stop in front of her outside of the hospital. "WHAT? Dumbledor said that he would tell me if she woke!!" "Yes, well, we couldn't find you! She woke up just seconds after you left." Draco nodded. "Thank you!" and spun around. He didn't stop running until he was just outside of his dorm. Taking a deep breath he muttered that password and went inside. The door to Hermione's room was open and he sighed. She was sitting on her bed, looking at a book of ancient spells. She turned and looked at him, worried, when he came in.

Draco gave her a big hug and kissed her when she smiled at him.  She went limp in his arms and started to cry. "So… you found out my secret…" Draco nodded. Hermione sniffed. "I knew that you would, though. You had to. And now, you know how to hear me call to you. I read about it in this book." She showed him the book. "What does it do besides call to people?" Draco asked her, flipping through the pages. "It only calls to the one that you're meant to love." Draco smiled at her. "That figures. I should have known that…" Hermione gave a small laugh. "I love you." Hermione whispered. "I love you too." They fell asleep on her bed, thinking about the spell, the pensive and about how Hermione was okay now. But they didn't think that something was wrong. Just when things get better, something has to go wrong.

A/n

Ok about the pensive thing- I know that they were suppost to take the time to do the whole wand thing and how could she of used the pensive if she was unconscious, but just pretend. Even I don't know how she did it. She's a witch though. She knows. REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!! Thanks!! THANK YOU to all the reviewers to the last chapter *blows kisses* I love you guys!!

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