Disclaimer: although I wish I was jk rowling.im not. I own no harry
potter things, except for the two posters, the two calendars, and the movie
I bought, and my movie tickets, if that counts. I do, own this plot line,
though. Yay, go me. Super cool. Alright then.
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Thank you's
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Amanda: Thank you Manaize. I like good reviews like that.
Zaccyzac: I'm not the only dork, you know. And no, no soda. Glad you liked the chapter though.
DracoDew17: Thank you for your review. I got it all better. I'm a little hyper right now. By the way, I like your pen name.
Sonia: Thank you Sony. Believe me, Zac has helped me a lot to get the mannerisms down. Lol, you too, of course. Anyhoo, thanks for the review. *smiles*
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A/N: wow, this is a really fast update isn't it? I had this idea while I was in church this morning. During a prayer, no less. I feel a little guilty about that, but I'm really liking this idea, so hopefully it turns out ok. Now, on to ch. 5
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Chapter 5
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Hermione woke up screaming, struggling with the blankets that were tangled through her legs. Her back felt as if it were on fire. Her scars were stinging again. They had been lashed into her skin three months before, yet they still felt like they were being ripped into from time to time.
She sat up in the bed, gasping, tears spilling out of her eyes, trying her hardest to pull her shirt off so the air could hit her back. The pain was unbearable, and she hadn't realized she had been moaning in agony.
Ron suddenly burst into the room. He saw a half dressed Hermione, only in her bra and pajama pants, swaying on the bed, crying hysterically. He ran over to her and sat down beside her, the worry in his eyes increasing by the second.
She was still panting and gasping for air, letting out a steady wallowing noise every now and then. He put his arms around her shoulders and she screamed violently. The pain was too great, and she passed out.
Ron sat in shock next to her. He turned her over a bit, and saw what had made her scream. Long, thin, red whelps covered every inch of her back.
What the.? Ron asked himself. He stood up and gently scooped her into his arms. Without a second's thought, he ran out of the bedroom with her and rushed to the infirmary.
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Madame Pomfrey was reading in front of Draco's bed and watching him to make sure he didn't roll over onto any of his broken ribs when the door to the hospital slammed open, with an out of breath Ronald Weasley and an unconscious Hermione Granger in the door frame.
The old nurse looked to the source of the sound and was shocked at what she saw.
"Oh, dear, what happened?" she questioned Ron.
Ron was still trying to get a hold of his breath, "Sh-She was in her room, and I-I heard her scream, I found he-her. l-like this."
Madame Pomfrey ushered him to lay her down a couple of beds over from Draco's. He had woken up when Ron had run into the room, so now he was watching everything through the slit of his eye. He watched as Ron put her onto the bed and gently rolled her over so that her back was toward the ceiling.
The nurse gasped at the sight. Draco looked on in shock, not knowing what to do. He just stayed where he was wondering what exactly was going on.
"Oh dear," the old nurse muttered.
"What's wrong with her, Madame? I got to her room, and she passed out. . ." Ron explained with a look of confusion and worry on his face.
Madame Pomfrey looked up at him sadly, "I'm not sure, yet, Mr. Weasley. I have a pretty good idea, but I don't think I should disclose that information to you until I'm completely sure. I do think that you should go and get some rest, Mr. Weasley. Classes tomorrow."
Ron nodded and turned to leave. He seemed to think about something for a second, and turned back around and kissed the top of Hermione's head. He fought back the tears that were threatening to spill as he left the room.
Draco noticed that Hermione's breaths were coming out raggedly and almost forced. He laid and watched her and Madame Pomfrey silently from his bed.
Whats going on? he wondered. He heard the nurse mutter a few things to herself and thought he had heard her say bastard. Hermione hadn't woken up yet, he noticed.
Madame Pomfrey reached down and put her fingers on one of the scars on her back and quickly pulled it away in shock.
"Well, I'll be," she muttered, "the scars are hot to the touch." She furrowed her brow while she thought about how to help her out. After a few minutes she stood up and walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a vile of some sort of potion.
She began stirring the vile's contents as her eyes flickered from Hermione to the potion. She walked back over to Hermione. After putting on some gloves, she took a handful of the gooey potion and applied it to her back.
Draco heard Hermione suddenly whimper. Apparently Madame Pomfrey had heard it as well, because she looked towards Hermione.
"Miss Granger? Are you awake, dear?" she asked.
Hermione lifted her head, and as she did, her face contorted in pain. Leaning over the side of the bed, she retched. Draco felt his stomach turn over. He shut his eyes until she was finished vomiting and after Madame Pomfrey had cleaned it up with a quick clean up spell.
Sighing, Hermion let Madame Pomfrey finish rubbing the potion into her back. When she was done, Madame Pomfrey stood up and grabbed a hospital gown from the supply cabinet and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione took it and Madame Pomfrey closed the curtain around her bed and walked into another part of the wing, leaving the two teens alone.
Draco flipped onto his back, and gasped in pain as he felt his broken ribs move with him. The pain wore off after a few minutes and he closed his eyes trying to sleep. After a few minutes, he heard the curtains from Hermione's bed open. He opened his eyes and looked over at her.
She was sitting Indian-style on her bed with her face in her hands. Her shoulders moved up and down with her sobs. He watched her. He couldn't take being quiet any longer.
"Errr.Granger?" he called out to her.
She pulled her head up briskly. She hadn't noticed him there. He was watching her intently, trying to figure something out, anything. He noticed her eyes got even redder and moister than they had been before she looked at him. It took him a second to figure out that she was upset that he had seen her cry.
She took a breath to calm herself, but it only caused more tears to escape. "What?" she asked him quietly.
He gave her the once-over. Tears were cascading down her cheeks like she was a human waterfall, her breaths were ragged and not on time, and her face contorted every so often from the pain in her back.
He looked into her eyes, "What. . .what happened to you?" he asked her.
She glanced away. "What do you mean, Malfoy, nothing happened to me," she lied.
Draco snorted.
She looked at him again, "What?"
"You really are a bad liar," he told her.
She rolled her eyes. Draco almost smirked, but stopped himself.
"I know something happened to you. Who did that to your back?" he asked hesitantly.
She let out a loud sob. Draco couldn't help but wonder if the dream he had had earlier had any significance. Warily, he stepped out of his bed, trying not to hurt his ribs even more.
He walked slowly over to her bed, holding his side. When he got next to her, he seated himself next to her on the bed.
"Tell me," he offered.
She looked at him, debating whether or not she should tell her biggest nemesis a secret that not even her best friends knew about her. Draco seemed to read her mind.
"It's ok, you can tell me. I won't let anyone know. Besides, Pomfrey has me so drugged up right now with her special pain-killer spell, which isn't really working, to tell you the truth, that I probably wont even remember what you tell me by morning," he told her.
Hermione contemplated the situation and finally nodded. She needed to tell someone, she had been holding it in so long. She didn't care that Malfoy was her enemy. She didn't care about anything so long as she could let her secret be known, and take part of the burden off her shoulders.
She sighed and looked up at him. He was sitting so close they were almost touching.
She took a breath before starting, "It happened this summer. Three months ago, to be exact. I had been to a movie, it's a muggle thing, and I got home late. I was only a few minutes late. . ." she trailed off.
Draco saw her face flush at the memories. He realized whatever it was that she was about to say was extremely personal to her and she didn't want it repeated. He reached down and did something he thought he would never do with Hermione Granger.
He took her hand.
At that moment, Madame Pomfrey hurried into the room. She took one look at Draco out of bed, and threw her arms into the air.
"What in Merlin's name, do you think you are doing, Draco Malfoy? Do you realize that you could injure yourself even more by getting up? Shoo, back to bed, go to your own bed and lay down. You're hurting yourself even more by sitting up," she interrupted them.
Draco glanced over at Hermione, who had turned very pale. She didn't look at him. He slowly got up off the bed and walked over to his own.
Madame Pomfrey eased him onto the bed and turned him in the best position to keep his ribs from hurting as much. She gave him a vile full of a green liquid which she forced him to drink.
It gave him a burning sensation as it went down. He saw the nurse walk over to Hermione's bed and do the same with her. He realized that she had given them the dreamless sleeping potion. He continued watching Hermione as he quickly dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Hello there! I had fun writing that chapter. Well, I've finished that now, so I'm going to go now. R/R please!
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Thank you's
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Amanda: Thank you Manaize. I like good reviews like that.
Zaccyzac: I'm not the only dork, you know. And no, no soda. Glad you liked the chapter though.
DracoDew17: Thank you for your review. I got it all better. I'm a little hyper right now. By the way, I like your pen name.
Sonia: Thank you Sony. Believe me, Zac has helped me a lot to get the mannerisms down. Lol, you too, of course. Anyhoo, thanks for the review. *smiles*
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A/N: wow, this is a really fast update isn't it? I had this idea while I was in church this morning. During a prayer, no less. I feel a little guilty about that, but I'm really liking this idea, so hopefully it turns out ok. Now, on to ch. 5
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Chapter 5
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Hermione woke up screaming, struggling with the blankets that were tangled through her legs. Her back felt as if it were on fire. Her scars were stinging again. They had been lashed into her skin three months before, yet they still felt like they were being ripped into from time to time.
She sat up in the bed, gasping, tears spilling out of her eyes, trying her hardest to pull her shirt off so the air could hit her back. The pain was unbearable, and she hadn't realized she had been moaning in agony.
Ron suddenly burst into the room. He saw a half dressed Hermione, only in her bra and pajama pants, swaying on the bed, crying hysterically. He ran over to her and sat down beside her, the worry in his eyes increasing by the second.
She was still panting and gasping for air, letting out a steady wallowing noise every now and then. He put his arms around her shoulders and she screamed violently. The pain was too great, and she passed out.
Ron sat in shock next to her. He turned her over a bit, and saw what had made her scream. Long, thin, red whelps covered every inch of her back.
What the.? Ron asked himself. He stood up and gently scooped her into his arms. Without a second's thought, he ran out of the bedroom with her and rushed to the infirmary.
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Madame Pomfrey was reading in front of Draco's bed and watching him to make sure he didn't roll over onto any of his broken ribs when the door to the hospital slammed open, with an out of breath Ronald Weasley and an unconscious Hermione Granger in the door frame.
The old nurse looked to the source of the sound and was shocked at what she saw.
"Oh, dear, what happened?" she questioned Ron.
Ron was still trying to get a hold of his breath, "Sh-She was in her room, and I-I heard her scream, I found he-her. l-like this."
Madame Pomfrey ushered him to lay her down a couple of beds over from Draco's. He had woken up when Ron had run into the room, so now he was watching everything through the slit of his eye. He watched as Ron put her onto the bed and gently rolled her over so that her back was toward the ceiling.
The nurse gasped at the sight. Draco looked on in shock, not knowing what to do. He just stayed where he was wondering what exactly was going on.
"Oh dear," the old nurse muttered.
"What's wrong with her, Madame? I got to her room, and she passed out. . ." Ron explained with a look of confusion and worry on his face.
Madame Pomfrey looked up at him sadly, "I'm not sure, yet, Mr. Weasley. I have a pretty good idea, but I don't think I should disclose that information to you until I'm completely sure. I do think that you should go and get some rest, Mr. Weasley. Classes tomorrow."
Ron nodded and turned to leave. He seemed to think about something for a second, and turned back around and kissed the top of Hermione's head. He fought back the tears that were threatening to spill as he left the room.
Draco noticed that Hermione's breaths were coming out raggedly and almost forced. He laid and watched her and Madame Pomfrey silently from his bed.
Whats going on? he wondered. He heard the nurse mutter a few things to herself and thought he had heard her say bastard. Hermione hadn't woken up yet, he noticed.
Madame Pomfrey reached down and put her fingers on one of the scars on her back and quickly pulled it away in shock.
"Well, I'll be," she muttered, "the scars are hot to the touch." She furrowed her brow while she thought about how to help her out. After a few minutes she stood up and walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a vile of some sort of potion.
She began stirring the vile's contents as her eyes flickered from Hermione to the potion. She walked back over to Hermione. After putting on some gloves, she took a handful of the gooey potion and applied it to her back.
Draco heard Hermione suddenly whimper. Apparently Madame Pomfrey had heard it as well, because she looked towards Hermione.
"Miss Granger? Are you awake, dear?" she asked.
Hermione lifted her head, and as she did, her face contorted in pain. Leaning over the side of the bed, she retched. Draco felt his stomach turn over. He shut his eyes until she was finished vomiting and after Madame Pomfrey had cleaned it up with a quick clean up spell.
Sighing, Hermion let Madame Pomfrey finish rubbing the potion into her back. When she was done, Madame Pomfrey stood up and grabbed a hospital gown from the supply cabinet and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione took it and Madame Pomfrey closed the curtain around her bed and walked into another part of the wing, leaving the two teens alone.
Draco flipped onto his back, and gasped in pain as he felt his broken ribs move with him. The pain wore off after a few minutes and he closed his eyes trying to sleep. After a few minutes, he heard the curtains from Hermione's bed open. He opened his eyes and looked over at her.
She was sitting Indian-style on her bed with her face in her hands. Her shoulders moved up and down with her sobs. He watched her. He couldn't take being quiet any longer.
"Errr.Granger?" he called out to her.
She pulled her head up briskly. She hadn't noticed him there. He was watching her intently, trying to figure something out, anything. He noticed her eyes got even redder and moister than they had been before she looked at him. It took him a second to figure out that she was upset that he had seen her cry.
She took a breath to calm herself, but it only caused more tears to escape. "What?" she asked him quietly.
He gave her the once-over. Tears were cascading down her cheeks like she was a human waterfall, her breaths were ragged and not on time, and her face contorted every so often from the pain in her back.
He looked into her eyes, "What. . .what happened to you?" he asked her.
She glanced away. "What do you mean, Malfoy, nothing happened to me," she lied.
Draco snorted.
She looked at him again, "What?"
"You really are a bad liar," he told her.
She rolled her eyes. Draco almost smirked, but stopped himself.
"I know something happened to you. Who did that to your back?" he asked hesitantly.
She let out a loud sob. Draco couldn't help but wonder if the dream he had had earlier had any significance. Warily, he stepped out of his bed, trying not to hurt his ribs even more.
He walked slowly over to her bed, holding his side. When he got next to her, he seated himself next to her on the bed.
"Tell me," he offered.
She looked at him, debating whether or not she should tell her biggest nemesis a secret that not even her best friends knew about her. Draco seemed to read her mind.
"It's ok, you can tell me. I won't let anyone know. Besides, Pomfrey has me so drugged up right now with her special pain-killer spell, which isn't really working, to tell you the truth, that I probably wont even remember what you tell me by morning," he told her.
Hermione contemplated the situation and finally nodded. She needed to tell someone, she had been holding it in so long. She didn't care that Malfoy was her enemy. She didn't care about anything so long as she could let her secret be known, and take part of the burden off her shoulders.
She sighed and looked up at him. He was sitting so close they were almost touching.
She took a breath before starting, "It happened this summer. Three months ago, to be exact. I had been to a movie, it's a muggle thing, and I got home late. I was only a few minutes late. . ." she trailed off.
Draco saw her face flush at the memories. He realized whatever it was that she was about to say was extremely personal to her and she didn't want it repeated. He reached down and did something he thought he would never do with Hermione Granger.
He took her hand.
At that moment, Madame Pomfrey hurried into the room. She took one look at Draco out of bed, and threw her arms into the air.
"What in Merlin's name, do you think you are doing, Draco Malfoy? Do you realize that you could injure yourself even more by getting up? Shoo, back to bed, go to your own bed and lay down. You're hurting yourself even more by sitting up," she interrupted them.
Draco glanced over at Hermione, who had turned very pale. She didn't look at him. He slowly got up off the bed and walked over to his own.
Madame Pomfrey eased him onto the bed and turned him in the best position to keep his ribs from hurting as much. She gave him a vile full of a green liquid which she forced him to drink.
It gave him a burning sensation as it went down. He saw the nurse walk over to Hermione's bed and do the same with her. He realized that she had given them the dreamless sleeping potion. He continued watching Hermione as he quickly dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Hello there! I had fun writing that chapter. Well, I've finished that now, so I'm going to go now. R/R please!