a/n Yaaaay! Finally got out this chapter! I'm sorry for making you guys wait so long, but my parents went to Krakow (Krakuv) this morning and they'll be gone till tomorow. (smells like a party eh?) And I've gots the whhooollee house to myself! And loooots of time to write fanfics!! Enjoy!

Chapter fourteen You Are My Life

Draco fell to his knees, sobbing at into his brunnett's hair. They had found Hermione, laying in a bloody pudle on the floor. She looked pale and a look of terror upon her milky face. Mark, the only one not breaking down, went and checked for her pulse. She had one! Though not strong.

Draco slapped himself across the face, balancing his emotions, though he still felt great sorrow. He scooped up his beautiful angel into his muscular arms and carried her to the hospital wing. The girls were in to much shock and were crying hystericly, their legs to weak for even standing up.

Draco looked down at his almost dead princess. She looked so beautiful, so sad, like a slain unicorn. Her beauty shown bright as a torch of light amongst darkness and evil. She was like a sleeping Emperess of angels, sleeping peacfully and shining bright in the lands of hell, bring good to all that is bad, shining light to all that is dark, healing things that are wounded.

Draco, at that moment, realized that he could not live without her, he would be nothing. Like a bird without the wind under his wings, nothing to lift him when he flew. Like a bow without an arrow, nothing to help him get the things that he couldn't get alone. Like a boat without sails, nothing urging him on to do great things.

He quikened his pace and soon burst through the infimary doors, a startled nurse running up to them. Madam Pomfey took one look at them and gave a silent scream. She took Hermione from the Slytherin and placed her on one of the beds.

The Griffindor girl lay limply on the matress, not moving. draco rushed over to her and he saw that she had already stained the covers in her blood. He saw that his shirt was red and his hands too. This made him think.

Mudblood blood. Before he would have been shreiking in digust at having this filthy blood on him, but now, this blood was something so incredible, he couldn't explain it. It was the blood of his beloved angel.

Madam Pomfrey was already healing Hermione, she had lost alot of blood. She had bags of blood stored away and soon came back with one. She gave Hermione the amount of blood needed for her to be balanced and as soon as her eyes started to flutter open, she stuffed a bottle into her mouth, spilling the potion.

Hermione's eyes were wide and she looked terified at everything. Pomfrey pulled away and Hermione was sobbing, huddled up into a ball, eyes wide and she was whimpering, like a child that had been beaten. Tears were streaming down her face, her mouth was twisting into snarled smirks, then dropping and whimpering some more.

Draco was horrified. He knew these actions, he had seen them many times before. When he was forced to go to Death Eater meetings with his father, the men would torture women, mudblood women.

Draco already knew what happened to her, and he knew he could do nothing. His heart was yammering in pain and sorrow, something he had never felt before, a mixture of such rage, he felt like murdering Pomfrey in a bloody and painful stabbing just for looking at his precious brunnette.

He controled himself and swept out of the infimary leavin his poor girl with a very confused nurse. Draco swept through the schools, not knowing what to do with himself. He wanted to murder everyone in his path, right on the spot.

He swore that the person that did this to Hermione will pay, oh they will pay...

a/n I'm sorry for the really short chapter but wasn't the 'bird without wind' or 'boat without sails' romantic? And are you guys a bit confused by what happened to Mione? If you are then you'll find out in the next chappie wich will be loooong because my parents will be gone gone gone!! Wooo hoooo!! Thanks for reading! Bye! buGspooKy