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Chapter 6- The Cruciatus Curse
Draco's POV
I sat there watching as Hermione fought the Imerius curse. At first, she had the look of wonderful nothingness, just as I had felt when I had undergone it a few minutes earlier. Then, she appeared to be concentrating very hard and trying not to, but she drew her wand.
I watched, horrified, as she began pointing it. It wasn't really pointing at anyone in particular, as far as I knew, just sort of up at the ceiling above our heads. Her hand was shaking terribly, though, and it might drop at any moment.
I watched as she bit her lip in concentration, trying to prevent her body from acting under the will of Professor Hayes. She stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity to me, waiting for her to move, but was actually only about three minutes. Her lip was bleeding and she looked like she was in terrible pain, and then she moved. Her wand, which was slowly moving toward us students, wrenched back to point at herself, as she screamed. "Cr-u-ci-o!"
I watched, horrified, as she collapsed onto the floor. My knuckles turned white, gripping the arms of my chair. Hermione was lying on the floor in a tight curled up little ball, twitching uncontrollably. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her mouth was open in a blood-chilling shriek. I glanced at the professor for a moment, wondering what she was going to do about it, but she was still sitting on the edge of her desk, seemingly frozen in place.
I heard the topple of chairs, and Potter was climbing over the table to get to her. Weasley appeared to be unable to move, but was staring with wide eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I was kneeling beside him, looking anxiously down at her. Potter had yanked her wand out of her hand and sent it skidding across the floor, and the curse appeared to be stopping. She had stopped screaming, but was still curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her face, twitching once in a while.
I didn't have much experience with this curse, but I did the first thing that came to mind, hoping to get her aware again. I grabbed her hand and helped her sit up, with my arm around her shoulders. "Hermione! Hermione, look at me!" I yelled. Her eyes fluttered open for a second, and darted from Potter to me. Then they closed again, and she went limp in my arms.
Without thinking, I hoisted her up and held her against my chest as I stood up. I looked once more at Professor Hayes, who was staring wide-eyed at the scene before her, her face wiped of any emotion whatsoever. The classroom was chaos, with some people shouting, some, like Weasley and Professor Hayes, unable to do anything but sit there watching what was happening. I looked Potter in the eye, then, without a word, turned and headed out the door.
I was running down the corridor, hugging Hermione to my chest to keep her limp form from bouncing too much. I could hear Harry pounding along behind me, but kept running until I reached the stairs. I paused, thinking about where we were in relation to the infirmary. The new classroom was on the third floor, and the infirmary was on the first. I ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time while trying not to fall or drop Hermione. In all the excitement, I wasn't sure if she was breathing or not, and I didn't particularly want to stop to find out.
When I reached the infirmary, I threw open the doors and looked around for Madam Pomfrey. She saw me before I spotted her, and rushed over, peering anxiously at Hermione. She directed me over to a hospital bed and instructed me to lay Hermione on it. I did so, and before I knew it, I was pushed out of the room, and a door was slammed in my face.
I found myself staring at the grain of the wood door. I spun around angrily, wanting to know what was wrong with Hermione, and almost ran into Potter. He looked almost as pissed off as I was at not being able to see her. I watched as he paced back and forth across the 'waiting room' floor, then leaned up against a wall. He closed his eyes and let his back slide down, until he was sitting with his knees against his chest. He lowered his head into his hands, and just sat there, running his hands slowly through his hair.
I sat down in a chair nearby, ready to wait as long as needed for Madam Pomfrey to come out and tell us how she was doing. I had completely forgotten about Defense Against the Dark Arts class. All that mattered now was Hermione.
I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes next, it was dark. I waited for my eyes to adjust, then looked around, and saw Madam Pomfrey sitting in a chair on the opposite wall, reading a muggle magazine. Instantly, I hopped up. "How is she?" I blurted out. She calmly looked up and smiled at me. I resisted the urge to slug her for being so smug; I needed her to tell me where Hermione was and how she was doing.
"She'll be fine, dear. You got her here on time, or she might not have been." I paled. "It was very interesting. We've never had anyone put themselves under the Cruciatus Curse before, and there were some complications with that. But she'll be fine." Before Madam Pomfrey was done talking, I was at the door to Hermione's room, tugging and pulling with all my might to get it open, but it wouldn't budge. She walked (calmly... damn her) over and pushed gently on the door. It opened.
I peeked inside, saw that Hermione was awake and well, and my heart leaped. I tried to rush to her side without seeming in too much of a hurry. The result was slow, long strides.
She looked up at me as I walked in, and smiled when I arrived at her side. She looked really weak, laying in the white bed, and her skin was almost as pale as the sheets. "Hey," I said softly. "What was that all about? What happened?"
She looked confused. "I... I don't remember." My eyes widened. "Madam Pomfrey said something about the Cruciatus curse. Do you know what happened?"
I sighed. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember Professor Hayes calling me up to go through the Imperius curse, and... that's all."
"Okay, well, you were under the Imperius curse, and it wasn't going too well," I explained. She nodded, so I went on. "You took out your wand, and it looked like you were going to perform a curse or something on one of the students. Your wand was just sort of raised, not really pointing at anyone or anything, and you were fighting it hard. Then you couldn't control it anymore, and instead of performing the curse on one of the students, you wrenched your whole arm around and performed the Cruciatus curse on yourself." Hermione's eyes widened, and she gasped. "It's probably a good thing you don't remember, because from what I saw, it was very painful."
She had tears welling up in her eyes, and they looked about to overflow. I regretted telling her, since it seemed to upset her so much. "Potter... Harry... was here, too," I told her, trying to take her mind off what I had just said.
She nodded. "Yeah, he came to see me right after Madam Pomfrey left me. He wouldn't tell me what happened. He looked awful, so I told him he should go to sleep." Her last comment reminded me that it had been dark out in the waiting room, and I looked around until I found a clock. 1:45 in the morning.
Just then Madam Pomfrey walked back in, and gave Hermione something to drink. She made a face, but finished the whole thing. I saw the results almost instantly; her skin regained some of it's normal color, and she looked stronger. It must have been a pretty strong potion.
"When can she leave?" I asked.
Madam Pomfrey looked skeptical. "Well, I don't know..."
Hermione sat up in her bed. "I feel lots better, Madam, honestly. I think I can go now."
She still looked skeptical, though, so I reassured her. "I'll be there, Madam, to look after her." I gave he an ironic smile.
"Well, okay, if you're sure you feel better Hermione, I suppose I can let you go now." She turned to me. "Draco, you take care of her, you hear? If you notice any changes for the worst, bring her back right away, alright?" I smiled and assured her that I would.
I helped Hermione out of the bed and walked with her down the hallway and up the stairs, letting her lean on me. "Aucunes craintes," I muttered, and helped her through the portal. We tiptoed inside, trying not to wake anyone, and went up our staircase. I leant against my wall, and she opened her door.
"Okay, well... feel better, okay?" I muttered. I couldn't believe it. While all this was happening, I didn't think twice about it, all that mattered was that Hermione get to the infirmary and be okay. Now that I thought about it, I realized that I really did care about her. I cared a lot, more than I was ready to admit. Man, if my father ever found out that I cared about a 'Mudblood'...
"Okay," she smiled. "Thanks, Draco. For everything."
"Yeah," I murmured. "No problem."
"Well... goodnight," she whispered.
"'Night." I turned to walk into my room.
"Oh, and don't let me sleep late again, alright?" I turned around to her smiling face, and grinned back at her.
"Oh, I won't let it happen again."
A/N: How sweet! I'm really sorry if Draco is too OOC for you guys, but I didn't know how to transition him. Hopefully it'll get better later on. Review!!! Thanks to people who did:
Hannah- Thanks, I'm really glad you like it!
DemonWitch666- Thanks!! I completely agree. I love H/D fics, and it's cool when they live together. Hehe
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Chapter 6- The Cruciatus Curse
Draco's POV
I sat there watching as Hermione fought the Imerius curse. At first, she had the look of wonderful nothingness, just as I had felt when I had undergone it a few minutes earlier. Then, she appeared to be concentrating very hard and trying not to, but she drew her wand.
I watched, horrified, as she began pointing it. It wasn't really pointing at anyone in particular, as far as I knew, just sort of up at the ceiling above our heads. Her hand was shaking terribly, though, and it might drop at any moment.
I watched as she bit her lip in concentration, trying to prevent her body from acting under the will of Professor Hayes. She stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity to me, waiting for her to move, but was actually only about three minutes. Her lip was bleeding and she looked like she was in terrible pain, and then she moved. Her wand, which was slowly moving toward us students, wrenched back to point at herself, as she screamed. "Cr-u-ci-o!"
I watched, horrified, as she collapsed onto the floor. My knuckles turned white, gripping the arms of my chair. Hermione was lying on the floor in a tight curled up little ball, twitching uncontrollably. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her mouth was open in a blood-chilling shriek. I glanced at the professor for a moment, wondering what she was going to do about it, but she was still sitting on the edge of her desk, seemingly frozen in place.
I heard the topple of chairs, and Potter was climbing over the table to get to her. Weasley appeared to be unable to move, but was staring with wide eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I was kneeling beside him, looking anxiously down at her. Potter had yanked her wand out of her hand and sent it skidding across the floor, and the curse appeared to be stopping. She had stopped screaming, but was still curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her face, twitching once in a while.
I didn't have much experience with this curse, but I did the first thing that came to mind, hoping to get her aware again. I grabbed her hand and helped her sit up, with my arm around her shoulders. "Hermione! Hermione, look at me!" I yelled. Her eyes fluttered open for a second, and darted from Potter to me. Then they closed again, and she went limp in my arms.
Without thinking, I hoisted her up and held her against my chest as I stood up. I looked once more at Professor Hayes, who was staring wide-eyed at the scene before her, her face wiped of any emotion whatsoever. The classroom was chaos, with some people shouting, some, like Weasley and Professor Hayes, unable to do anything but sit there watching what was happening. I looked Potter in the eye, then, without a word, turned and headed out the door.
I was running down the corridor, hugging Hermione to my chest to keep her limp form from bouncing too much. I could hear Harry pounding along behind me, but kept running until I reached the stairs. I paused, thinking about where we were in relation to the infirmary. The new classroom was on the third floor, and the infirmary was on the first. I ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time while trying not to fall or drop Hermione. In all the excitement, I wasn't sure if she was breathing or not, and I didn't particularly want to stop to find out.
When I reached the infirmary, I threw open the doors and looked around for Madam Pomfrey. She saw me before I spotted her, and rushed over, peering anxiously at Hermione. She directed me over to a hospital bed and instructed me to lay Hermione on it. I did so, and before I knew it, I was pushed out of the room, and a door was slammed in my face.
I found myself staring at the grain of the wood door. I spun around angrily, wanting to know what was wrong with Hermione, and almost ran into Potter. He looked almost as pissed off as I was at not being able to see her. I watched as he paced back and forth across the 'waiting room' floor, then leaned up against a wall. He closed his eyes and let his back slide down, until he was sitting with his knees against his chest. He lowered his head into his hands, and just sat there, running his hands slowly through his hair.
I sat down in a chair nearby, ready to wait as long as needed for Madam Pomfrey to come out and tell us how she was doing. I had completely forgotten about Defense Against the Dark Arts class. All that mattered now was Hermione.
I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes next, it was dark. I waited for my eyes to adjust, then looked around, and saw Madam Pomfrey sitting in a chair on the opposite wall, reading a muggle magazine. Instantly, I hopped up. "How is she?" I blurted out. She calmly looked up and smiled at me. I resisted the urge to slug her for being so smug; I needed her to tell me where Hermione was and how she was doing.
"She'll be fine, dear. You got her here on time, or she might not have been." I paled. "It was very interesting. We've never had anyone put themselves under the Cruciatus Curse before, and there were some complications with that. But she'll be fine." Before Madam Pomfrey was done talking, I was at the door to Hermione's room, tugging and pulling with all my might to get it open, but it wouldn't budge. She walked (calmly... damn her) over and pushed gently on the door. It opened.
I peeked inside, saw that Hermione was awake and well, and my heart leaped. I tried to rush to her side without seeming in too much of a hurry. The result was slow, long strides.
She looked up at me as I walked in, and smiled when I arrived at her side. She looked really weak, laying in the white bed, and her skin was almost as pale as the sheets. "Hey," I said softly. "What was that all about? What happened?"
She looked confused. "I... I don't remember." My eyes widened. "Madam Pomfrey said something about the Cruciatus curse. Do you know what happened?"
I sighed. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember Professor Hayes calling me up to go through the Imperius curse, and... that's all."
"Okay, well, you were under the Imperius curse, and it wasn't going too well," I explained. She nodded, so I went on. "You took out your wand, and it looked like you were going to perform a curse or something on one of the students. Your wand was just sort of raised, not really pointing at anyone or anything, and you were fighting it hard. Then you couldn't control it anymore, and instead of performing the curse on one of the students, you wrenched your whole arm around and performed the Cruciatus curse on yourself." Hermione's eyes widened, and she gasped. "It's probably a good thing you don't remember, because from what I saw, it was very painful."
She had tears welling up in her eyes, and they looked about to overflow. I regretted telling her, since it seemed to upset her so much. "Potter... Harry... was here, too," I told her, trying to take her mind off what I had just said.
She nodded. "Yeah, he came to see me right after Madam Pomfrey left me. He wouldn't tell me what happened. He looked awful, so I told him he should go to sleep." Her last comment reminded me that it had been dark out in the waiting room, and I looked around until I found a clock. 1:45 in the morning.
Just then Madam Pomfrey walked back in, and gave Hermione something to drink. She made a face, but finished the whole thing. I saw the results almost instantly; her skin regained some of it's normal color, and she looked stronger. It must have been a pretty strong potion.
"When can she leave?" I asked.
Madam Pomfrey looked skeptical. "Well, I don't know..."
Hermione sat up in her bed. "I feel lots better, Madam, honestly. I think I can go now."
She still looked skeptical, though, so I reassured her. "I'll be there, Madam, to look after her." I gave he an ironic smile.
"Well, okay, if you're sure you feel better Hermione, I suppose I can let you go now." She turned to me. "Draco, you take care of her, you hear? If you notice any changes for the worst, bring her back right away, alright?" I smiled and assured her that I would.
I helped Hermione out of the bed and walked with her down the hallway and up the stairs, letting her lean on me. "Aucunes craintes," I muttered, and helped her through the portal. We tiptoed inside, trying not to wake anyone, and went up our staircase. I leant against my wall, and she opened her door.
"Okay, well... feel better, okay?" I muttered. I couldn't believe it. While all this was happening, I didn't think twice about it, all that mattered was that Hermione get to the infirmary and be okay. Now that I thought about it, I realized that I really did care about her. I cared a lot, more than I was ready to admit. Man, if my father ever found out that I cared about a 'Mudblood'...
"Okay," she smiled. "Thanks, Draco. For everything."
"Yeah," I murmured. "No problem."
"Well... goodnight," she whispered.
"'Night." I turned to walk into my room.
"Oh, and don't let me sleep late again, alright?" I turned around to her smiling face, and grinned back at her.
"Oh, I won't let it happen again."
A/N: How sweet! I'm really sorry if Draco is too OOC for you guys, but I didn't know how to transition him. Hopefully it'll get better later on. Review!!! Thanks to people who did:
Hannah- Thanks, I'm really glad you like it!
DemonWitch666- Thanks!! I completely agree. I love H/D fics, and it's cool when they live together. Hehe
The Brainless Wonder- Thank you so much!!
Kaite- OMG!! Thank you soooo much! That's a big compliment to me!
Megan- Thank you! I will keep on with this story, don't worry, and don't be sorry! (
TFG- YAY!! Thank you so much!! 5 reviews! Thanks for your information about the robes!! ( (