A/N: Hello to all of my readers and reviewers!! Thank you to all of you… my wound healed slightly… he he…

I apologize if my chapters are too short and my author's notes are so long… I'll try to make it the other way around. But this chapter I guarantee you is short. It's supposed to be short.

Anyway, here's chapter five!

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MY GUARDIAN ANGEL

By Rage

CHAPTER FIVE: IT'S OKAY TO CRY

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Hermione looked at the sleeping Draco. He was unconscious at the moment, and he was feverish as well. Hermione was beside him, sitting on an armchair with her arms crossed. She had just come from the Gryffindor Tower to change her clothes because she was dripping wet from head to toe.

"What teenagers do today!" Madam Pomfrey uttered in an annoyed way, scurrying into the room. "Battling dragons, swimming in the lake, drowning on purpose! What's next?"

Hermione looked up and smiled. "Hello, Madam Pomfrey."

The nurse gave her a smile and turned to her patient. She took a thermometer from her medicine tray and stuck it in Draco's mouth. "Thank goodness you were there, Miss Granger, or else he might have had a more serious case than this!" she said, checking Draco's pulse. "So, what happened, may I ask?"

Hermione gulped. Didn't she already tell Madam Pomfrey what happened? She was pacing back and forth in the Entrance Hall, waiting for Ron and Harry, when suddenly, she saw a figure outside in the rain. She ran to the window to get a closer look and realized that it was a student. Instantly, as an instinct, she ran outside in the rain to warn the person not to get close to the lake because it was dangerous at the moment. However, she stopped when she realized it was Draco Malfoy. She watched him for a while until he dropped into the water. Finally, she ran, calling out his name. She went into the water and saved him.

However, that wasn't what Hermione said. "Er…he—I… just saw him at the foot of the stairs in the Entrance Hall," she lied. She didn't want the nurse to worry, right?

"Really? Strange boy…" Madam Pomfrey said. She stared at Draco before turning to Hermione. "Now, go on. You can visit him tomorrow, when he's awake already!"

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"Bye, Hermione!" Ron said, waving. "We'll see you later after practice!"

"See you, Hermione!" Harry called to her from the door exiting the Great Hall.

Hermione smiled, and watched her two best friends leave for Quidditch Practice. When they disappeared, she finished her breakfast and walked out as well. She was going to visit the Hospital Wing to see if Draco was already awake. She didn't know why she was actually worried about him, but strangely, she was.

She entered the door to the Hospital Wing and looked around. Finally, she spotted Draco. She plopped on the seat beside his bed and looked at him. "Good morning."

Draco, however, didn't return her happy greeting. He was holding a bowl of cereal in his hand, but he wasn't eating. Hermione stood up and waved her hand in front of him. "Feeling dizzy?" she asked lightly, grinning. But he still didn't answer.

Hermione sighed heavily and sat down. She looked up at him soberly. "Dr—Malfoy?"

"What?"

Hermione hesitated to continue. However, she asked timidly, "Why did you try to drown yourself?"

Draco looked at her. "Were you there?"

She nodded.

He blinked and stared back at his cereal. "I can't tell you."

"But—"

"I can't tell you."

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Draco looked out of the window. It was nighttime and rain had come once again. There were no stars and no moon; only dark clouds swirling around as the rain fell to the ground. Draco sat on the windowsill, one leg up with his arm resting on his knee. He was just released by Madam Pomfrey that day, and he decided not to go down directly to the Slytherin Dungeons. He just wanted to clear up his mind and think of nothing… he wanted to be alone.

And he was alone in the hall. Only the statues accompanied him, as well as a few portraits…

"I'll be alone until I die…" he murmured hopelessly, leaning his head. He closed his eyes when he felt them sting.

"No, you won't."

Draco half-opened his eyes and scowled. He knew that voice all too well. "What do you want this time, Granger?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Hermione was wearing her prefect badge and her wand was in her hand; obviously, she was doing her night patrol. "Want someone to be beside you?" she offered.

"No." Draco stared at her and looked back outside. "Haven't I told you to leave me alone?"

She didn't answer. She stuck her wand inside her robes and sat down beside him. The window was big enough for two sixteen-year old students to fit in. Draco blinked and looked at her. "What are you doing?"

She shrugged in reply. "I'm staying, obviously," she answered, "I'm done with my duties anyway."

Draco grunted, signaling her to leave. One-fourth of him wanted her to go away, then the other three-fourths wanted her to stay. He shook his head and looked out in the rain.

There was a moment of silence. Hermione was twiddling with her thumbs and Draco just continued staring out into space. Finally, he spoke.

"Do you think dreams come true?" he said quietly.

Hermione glanced at him. "Well… I guess so…" she replied, unsure of what she was saying. "But you can, well… never be sure. Why?"

Draco was reluctant to answer. However, no one ever listened to him until now… so he decided not to waste this opportunity. "It's… because… I'm never alone in my dreams."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a friend… my only friend there. She's my only friend." He said, smiling slightly. "And… I never feel anything except… real happiness."

Hermione blinked. "Don't you feel happy in reality?"

"No."

Another moment of silence. Draco looked at her and Hermione smiled sympathetically.

"Someday, you'll meet that person. I'm sure you will."

Draco bit his lip. "You think so?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes."

There was a clap of thunder and lightning raided the sky.

"She wasn't there last night."

"What?"

"My mother and father came. They haunted my dreams."

"Dr—Malfoy…" Hermione reached out her hand to him.

Tears started to form in his eyes. "They were… they were—"

He stopped. Hermione was hugging him tightly, comforting him and giving him warmth. "Don't tell me," She whispered softly. "It's okay to cry."

Draco swallowed and the tears slid down his cheeks. Here was his arch nemesis' best friend, the person whom he had insulted throughout the past five years, and she was the one who was staying beside him. She was the one holding him, comforting him, even if he was her enemy. She was telling him that it was okay, that it was allowed for him to cry…

Draco bit his lip and he stayed in Hermione's arms. The rain started to pour harder, the wind thrashed against the castle…

And for the first time in his life, Draco cried.

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A/N: Now, it's not as in the first time he cried, I mean it was the first time he cried in front of someone. I know it's kinda mushy and very O.O.C. (out of character), but the story'd be boring if it was not.

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