Chapter 2
Madame Pomfrey sat in a wooden chair, looking at me, and telling me everything she knew about this cancer of mine. She talked, and talked, and talked. Her mouth moved, it never stopped moving.
My thoughts were somewhere else though, I was thinking about my friends, my family, and everything else that I loved to do and that I wanted to experience in my life.
Then I realised that she wasn't talking to me anymore, she was looking at me. I didn't really understand the seriousness of this yet, so I asked her when we could start the treatment and if I would have to drink something disgusting. Madame Pomfrey looked at me with sad eyes. Then she repeated the terrible news. She told me very slowly that the cancer couldn't be treated. I stared at her, waiting for her to smile and say that it all was a joke and that I was healthy and that I could go to the dormitory and meet Ron now. But she kept staring at me with that terrible serious face. I started to panic.
"Are you telling me that...I'm gonna die?" I said with a strange, froggy voice. She nodded, and I heard McGonagall sob. I stared at them. This was not happening! Not to me! Hot tears started to burn my eyes, and I tried to hold them back.
"How..long..you know?" I asked, still thinking that it was a joke. Madame Pomfrey looked at me.
"About two months, maybe less." I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, they ran down my cheeks, warm and wet. So this is what it felt like, knowing that you were going to die. I pulled myself together a little and wiped my face with the back of my hand.
Madame Pomfrey said that she had a medicine that would help take the headaches away. She handed me a yellow drink. I drank it, it tasted like a very sour lemon. But it was worth it, because my headache disappeared directly. She told me that I had to drink it once a day. I nodded, I couldn't speak, I was still in shock.
Then I asked if I could go. She nodded and I promised to come back the next day. I walked out from the hospital wing, away from the problems. It felt like two hours ago I didn't have cancer. Why did I come here? When I reached the stairs, I sat down. The corridor was empty, so I started to cry. Why, why, why? Why me? I thought about my parents who had died in a plane crash about a year ago, maybe they wanted me to join them. Thinking about them made me cry even more. What would the others say when they found out? What would Ron say? I stopped crying when someone knocked on my head. It was Malfoy. Damn.
"Hey Granger, what are you crying about? Did Ron dump you? Maybe he came to his senses," he said. I stared at him. How could he? Well, he didn't know about my cancer, he was always mean. Tears were still running down my face. I whispered a quiet 'no'. He sat down.
"What is it then?" I didn't believe my ears. Was he worried about me? No, he was probably just waiting for a chance to piss me off, as usual. I looked away.
"Come on, you never skip class! This must be serious! What is it? I'm curious!" He said. Curious, yeah. He always wanted to know all the interesting news before all the other students, so that he could tease everyone else with them. I kept quiet. Finally he stood up and got ready to walk away.
"Ok, whatever, go die or something," he said. I gasped.
"Well, maybe I will!" I shouted, not thinking about what I was saying. He stopped and looked at me again. Was I wrong or did he look worried?
"Granger, seriously, is something wrong?" He asked after a while. I cried. He sat down again, looking at me. He had actually been kinder to me after my parent's death, maybe because his mother also had died about two years ago. I sobbed.
"Well...I am going to die, Draco. I just came from the hospital wing." He stared at me. After a long time he said something.
"What? Why? But...you're seventeen years old! You can't die! I mean, you're kidding me!" He stammered, and I shook my head and whispered 'cancer'. He gasped, and I cried harder. After a few minutes, to my surprise, he put his arm around me and let me cry to his shoulder. Even the most evil ones can't be evil about this. I know that now, remembering the day when we sat there, beside each other.
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J.Fo's note: Hello again! And thanx for the reviews! And you're right, my rating was a little messed up, I didn't notice that myself, so thanx for telling me about it. I get really sad writing about this, but though the story is really sweet, please review more, and I promise you the next chapter will pop up soon and thanx to littlebit for editing the story. C ya!
Madame Pomfrey sat in a wooden chair, looking at me, and telling me everything she knew about this cancer of mine. She talked, and talked, and talked. Her mouth moved, it never stopped moving.
My thoughts were somewhere else though, I was thinking about my friends, my family, and everything else that I loved to do and that I wanted to experience in my life.
Then I realised that she wasn't talking to me anymore, she was looking at me. I didn't really understand the seriousness of this yet, so I asked her when we could start the treatment and if I would have to drink something disgusting. Madame Pomfrey looked at me with sad eyes. Then she repeated the terrible news. She told me very slowly that the cancer couldn't be treated. I stared at her, waiting for her to smile and say that it all was a joke and that I was healthy and that I could go to the dormitory and meet Ron now. But she kept staring at me with that terrible serious face. I started to panic.
"Are you telling me that...I'm gonna die?" I said with a strange, froggy voice. She nodded, and I heard McGonagall sob. I stared at them. This was not happening! Not to me! Hot tears started to burn my eyes, and I tried to hold them back.
"How..long..you know?" I asked, still thinking that it was a joke. Madame Pomfrey looked at me.
"About two months, maybe less." I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, they ran down my cheeks, warm and wet. So this is what it felt like, knowing that you were going to die. I pulled myself together a little and wiped my face with the back of my hand.
Madame Pomfrey said that she had a medicine that would help take the headaches away. She handed me a yellow drink. I drank it, it tasted like a very sour lemon. But it was worth it, because my headache disappeared directly. She told me that I had to drink it once a day. I nodded, I couldn't speak, I was still in shock.
Then I asked if I could go. She nodded and I promised to come back the next day. I walked out from the hospital wing, away from the problems. It felt like two hours ago I didn't have cancer. Why did I come here? When I reached the stairs, I sat down. The corridor was empty, so I started to cry. Why, why, why? Why me? I thought about my parents who had died in a plane crash about a year ago, maybe they wanted me to join them. Thinking about them made me cry even more. What would the others say when they found out? What would Ron say? I stopped crying when someone knocked on my head. It was Malfoy. Damn.
"Hey Granger, what are you crying about? Did Ron dump you? Maybe he came to his senses," he said. I stared at him. How could he? Well, he didn't know about my cancer, he was always mean. Tears were still running down my face. I whispered a quiet 'no'. He sat down.
"What is it then?" I didn't believe my ears. Was he worried about me? No, he was probably just waiting for a chance to piss me off, as usual. I looked away.
"Come on, you never skip class! This must be serious! What is it? I'm curious!" He said. Curious, yeah. He always wanted to know all the interesting news before all the other students, so that he could tease everyone else with them. I kept quiet. Finally he stood up and got ready to walk away.
"Ok, whatever, go die or something," he said. I gasped.
"Well, maybe I will!" I shouted, not thinking about what I was saying. He stopped and looked at me again. Was I wrong or did he look worried?
"Granger, seriously, is something wrong?" He asked after a while. I cried. He sat down again, looking at me. He had actually been kinder to me after my parent's death, maybe because his mother also had died about two years ago. I sobbed.
"Well...I am going to die, Draco. I just came from the hospital wing." He stared at me. After a long time he said something.
"What? Why? But...you're seventeen years old! You can't die! I mean, you're kidding me!" He stammered, and I shook my head and whispered 'cancer'. He gasped, and I cried harder. After a few minutes, to my surprise, he put his arm around me and let me cry to his shoulder. Even the most evil ones can't be evil about this. I know that now, remembering the day when we sat there, beside each other.
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J.Fo's note: Hello again! And thanx for the reviews! And you're right, my rating was a little messed up, I didn't notice that myself, so thanx for telling me about it. I get really sad writing about this, but though the story is really sweet, please review more, and I promise you the next chapter will pop up soon and thanx to littlebit for editing the story. C ya!