Disclaimer: I still want all my Harry Potter friends as my own. But,
unfortunately, that probably won't ever be.
(A/N: I'm back from the dead! Wow, I haven't written in. months! It feels good. Hope you enjoy. I gotta get back in the groove of things and finish this baby off.)
Star Crossed Lovers Chapter Four: Angel
Hermione's POV: 1 Month Later
The sound of a tapping from my window woke me up. I groaned and rolled over in my bed, slowly opening my eyes to see an owl flapping its wings outside my bedroom window. I stumbled to unlatch and open the window, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The tawny owl hooted and swooped through the open door to the kitchen, and I followed it, grabbing my wand.
"Well, good morning." I said, annoyed to be awake, as I magiced the coffee maker and started to untie the roll of parchment tied to the owls leg.
Hermione,
I need to see you tonight. This can't wait.
Draco
"Wonder what that's all about?" I asked myself, scribbling for him to come over at seven on the back of the paper.
************
Seven o'clock rolled around like a snail. I couldn't stop wondering what was so terribly important, and I had a rather bad feeling about it. The kind of feeling when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Something just didn't feel right. I cooked a rather nice dinner before he came, trying to consume time. Just one minute after seven, there was a knock on my door.
"Hey sweetie, what's up?" I said, after welcoming him with a kiss.
"I have something I need to tell you, Hermione." He said. That hair raising feeling came back when he wouldn't make eye contact with me.
"Well, I cooked us dinner, and I'm starving, so how about we eat first?" Draco seemed reluctant at first, but finally agreed and sat down to eat. He didn't say much during dinner, he just kept staring at his pasta, twirling it around with his fork. Ok, I'm officially worried.
Dropping his fork on his plate, Draco reached across the table, taking my hand.
"I can't wait any longer. I have to tell you. I've waited to long already."
"Draco, what's wrong? You've got me worried."
"This is so hard for me to say." He said, letting go of my hand, cradling his head in it instead.
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I know." I could see him take a deep breath, and he opened his mouth, prepared to talk.
Draco's POV:
"I haven't been feeling to well lately, Herm." I said, seeing the worried look on her face become larger. She began to speak, but I held up my hand to stop her. "Let me continue, please. I went to see my doctor, because I knew it was getting worse. I could feel it every day."
"Getting worse? What's getting worse? Draco, what's wrong?" Hermione jumped in. I didn't expect anything different. God, how I loved her, always caring for other people more then herself.
"Hermione, I.I have AIDS." I could feel my throat tightening as I told her, seeing her eyes become wet, a single tear falling down her perfect cheek.
"But your okay, right?" Her voice choked.
Hermione's POV:
I waited impatiently, as the world I became accustomed to crashed down around me. I felt my heart crumble, my breath quicken, my body shake.
"No, I'm not alright." He said and I closed my eyes, letting go of more tears. When I opened them, I saw a few tears in his eyes too. "I'm dieing. It usually takes longer to have so much of an affect, but my immune system was weakened already."
As soon as the words "I'm dieing" escaped his lips, I felt every tear my body possessed come flooding down my face, sobs escaping my mouth. I thought back, and remembered that Draco was in the hospital wing many times his last few years at Hogwarts.
Draco came to me, and we sank to the floor, holding each other and crying together.
***********
2 Months Later:
These last two months have been wonderful, and terrible at the same time. Draco was predicted to have no more then 3 months left. He'd be lucky if he even got three, the doctors said.
I found out the disease was contracted 4 years ago. Draco didn't know until a few months after he had it. His ex-fiancé left him when he told her.
Draco and I have spent as much time as possible with each other, most of it spent in a hospital room.
Neither's POV!: (mixed it up a bit, hope you don't mind)
Hermione slept quietly next to Draco in the rather small hospital bed, their arms around each other. She felt a hand rub gently on her shoulder, and she opened her eyes to look into Draco's.
"Hey. What are you doing awake?" She asked smiling. He gently kissed her lips and looked seriously at her.
"Do you know how much I love you?" He asked.
"Yes, I believe I do. And It's almost as much as I love you!" She said, trying to make him smile, but he wouldn't.
"I've been thinking. I asked myself so many times why would God bring us together, if this is how it was to end up? Why would I finally find the one person I love more then life itself, and have to be taken away from them so soon?" Hermione sighed and a tear lit by the moon out the window slide down her cheek.
He gently whispered comforting words and wiped her tear with his thumb.
"I figured it out. You, Hermione, are my angel. I was brought to you because you were the only one to comfort me, and make me fell loved. These last seven months have been amazing, because they have been with you. If it weren't for you, I would have died alone. You've stuck by me, which is more then anyone has ever done for me. The only things I'm scared of is losing you and hurting you."
"Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'm a better person because of you. You taught me how to love again." Hermione said through her tears.
Suddenly, Draco started to breath heavy and slowly. He pulled her face gently toward him for a kiss that was filled with so much love and passion. Everything he felt for the woman he was with came out in that kiss. When they broke the kiss, he smiled at her.
"I love you. I'll always love you." He said, and his face became lighter, the emotion draining from it.
"Draco, I love you." She sobbed, and felt him slip away from her.
(A/N: Aww. I'm sad. =( Everyone who reads this (well, if anyone does.) will probably think that was pretty stupid, but. I thought it was sad! OK, well, If you'll be kind enough to review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Oh and if you couldn't tell, I have absolutely no clue how to write about someone dieing, and I don't know much about what AIDS really does to you, sooo I kinda pretended.)
(A/N: I'm back from the dead! Wow, I haven't written in. months! It feels good. Hope you enjoy. I gotta get back in the groove of things and finish this baby off.)
Star Crossed Lovers Chapter Four: Angel
Hermione's POV: 1 Month Later
The sound of a tapping from my window woke me up. I groaned and rolled over in my bed, slowly opening my eyes to see an owl flapping its wings outside my bedroom window. I stumbled to unlatch and open the window, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The tawny owl hooted and swooped through the open door to the kitchen, and I followed it, grabbing my wand.
"Well, good morning." I said, annoyed to be awake, as I magiced the coffee maker and started to untie the roll of parchment tied to the owls leg.
Hermione,
I need to see you tonight. This can't wait.
Draco
"Wonder what that's all about?" I asked myself, scribbling for him to come over at seven on the back of the paper.
************
Seven o'clock rolled around like a snail. I couldn't stop wondering what was so terribly important, and I had a rather bad feeling about it. The kind of feeling when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Something just didn't feel right. I cooked a rather nice dinner before he came, trying to consume time. Just one minute after seven, there was a knock on my door.
"Hey sweetie, what's up?" I said, after welcoming him with a kiss.
"I have something I need to tell you, Hermione." He said. That hair raising feeling came back when he wouldn't make eye contact with me.
"Well, I cooked us dinner, and I'm starving, so how about we eat first?" Draco seemed reluctant at first, but finally agreed and sat down to eat. He didn't say much during dinner, he just kept staring at his pasta, twirling it around with his fork. Ok, I'm officially worried.
Dropping his fork on his plate, Draco reached across the table, taking my hand.
"I can't wait any longer. I have to tell you. I've waited to long already."
"Draco, what's wrong? You've got me worried."
"This is so hard for me to say." He said, letting go of my hand, cradling his head in it instead.
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I know." I could see him take a deep breath, and he opened his mouth, prepared to talk.
Draco's POV:
"I haven't been feeling to well lately, Herm." I said, seeing the worried look on her face become larger. She began to speak, but I held up my hand to stop her. "Let me continue, please. I went to see my doctor, because I knew it was getting worse. I could feel it every day."
"Getting worse? What's getting worse? Draco, what's wrong?" Hermione jumped in. I didn't expect anything different. God, how I loved her, always caring for other people more then herself.
"Hermione, I.I have AIDS." I could feel my throat tightening as I told her, seeing her eyes become wet, a single tear falling down her perfect cheek.
"But your okay, right?" Her voice choked.
Hermione's POV:
I waited impatiently, as the world I became accustomed to crashed down around me. I felt my heart crumble, my breath quicken, my body shake.
"No, I'm not alright." He said and I closed my eyes, letting go of more tears. When I opened them, I saw a few tears in his eyes too. "I'm dieing. It usually takes longer to have so much of an affect, but my immune system was weakened already."
As soon as the words "I'm dieing" escaped his lips, I felt every tear my body possessed come flooding down my face, sobs escaping my mouth. I thought back, and remembered that Draco was in the hospital wing many times his last few years at Hogwarts.
Draco came to me, and we sank to the floor, holding each other and crying together.
***********
2 Months Later:
These last two months have been wonderful, and terrible at the same time. Draco was predicted to have no more then 3 months left. He'd be lucky if he even got three, the doctors said.
I found out the disease was contracted 4 years ago. Draco didn't know until a few months after he had it. His ex-fiancé left him when he told her.
Draco and I have spent as much time as possible with each other, most of it spent in a hospital room.
Neither's POV!: (mixed it up a bit, hope you don't mind)
Hermione slept quietly next to Draco in the rather small hospital bed, their arms around each other. She felt a hand rub gently on her shoulder, and she opened her eyes to look into Draco's.
"Hey. What are you doing awake?" She asked smiling. He gently kissed her lips and looked seriously at her.
"Do you know how much I love you?" He asked.
"Yes, I believe I do. And It's almost as much as I love you!" She said, trying to make him smile, but he wouldn't.
"I've been thinking. I asked myself so many times why would God bring us together, if this is how it was to end up? Why would I finally find the one person I love more then life itself, and have to be taken away from them so soon?" Hermione sighed and a tear lit by the moon out the window slide down her cheek.
He gently whispered comforting words and wiped her tear with his thumb.
"I figured it out. You, Hermione, are my angel. I was brought to you because you were the only one to comfort me, and make me fell loved. These last seven months have been amazing, because they have been with you. If it weren't for you, I would have died alone. You've stuck by me, which is more then anyone has ever done for me. The only things I'm scared of is losing you and hurting you."
"Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'm a better person because of you. You taught me how to love again." Hermione said through her tears.
Suddenly, Draco started to breath heavy and slowly. He pulled her face gently toward him for a kiss that was filled with so much love and passion. Everything he felt for the woman he was with came out in that kiss. When they broke the kiss, he smiled at her.
"I love you. I'll always love you." He said, and his face became lighter, the emotion draining from it.
"Draco, I love you." She sobbed, and felt him slip away from her.
(A/N: Aww. I'm sad. =( Everyone who reads this (well, if anyone does.) will probably think that was pretty stupid, but. I thought it was sad! OK, well, If you'll be kind enough to review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Oh and if you couldn't tell, I have absolutely no clue how to write about someone dieing, and I don't know much about what AIDS really does to you, sooo I kinda pretended.)
