Gustof sadly started to get his keys from his pocket. Draco stepped out of the way as Gustof unlocked the dirty door, and stepped inside. Draco followed, nervously.
'Where is she?' Draco asked impatiently. Gustof knew that there was no chance now, he simply gave in.
'Hermione!' Gustof opened doors to see where she was. He knocked on the bathroom door. No answer.
'She has to be here. She never leaves the house,' Gustof said, opening the bathroom door. He jumped when he saw her.
Hermiones body was on the floor, her wrists dripping with blood.
'Call an ambulance! She might still be alive!' Draco yelled, running to her. He cradled her in his arms, and wiped her hair off her face.
'No! I came back for you! I tried to find you, and after all this time, here you are! Dont let me lose you again, Hermione! I love you!' Draco cried as he buried his face in her hair. Gustof frowned sadly as he called the ambulance. He would rather have her dead then be with Draco again.
The ambulance came, and they hurredly took Hermione to the hospital. Draco and Gustof followed it in Dracos rental car. Gustof watched as Draco ran alongside Hermiones stretcher, holding her hand. He walked to the waiting room and sat down, staring into nothingness.
Draco stood outside the room where Hermione was in. The doctors were trying to put more blood into her, and to stitch up her wrists. Draco paced back and forth, his hands running through his platinum hair. Draco almost looked the same as he did the last time Hermione had seen him, except that he was now 19, and his body was more developed, and less skinny. He looked like a man now.
A doctor came out of the room, his hands folded against each other. He walked over to Draco, and sighed.
'She had a great loss of blood. We are trying to stitch up the wounds on her wrists. It was an attempted suicide,' the doctor said in German. Dracos hand went up to his face, touching his cheek.
'Will she be alright?' Draco asked, lookling at the doctor hopefully. He frowned.
'We dont know. She might be fine, once we get more blood into her system. Her body might also reject the blood. We noticed that her responce was poor, like her body wanted to die,' the doctor continued.
'May I go in and just see her, maybe talk to her one last time?' Draco asked, a desperate look on his weary but still beautiful face.
The doctor nodded, and showed Draco in. Draco saw Hermiones pale body in the hospital bed, her face was not showing any expression. Draco walked over, and took her hand.
'Hermione,' he said, caressing her face with his other hand. 'Hermione, Ive come back!' he said, smiling. 'Its me, Draco! Please dont die, I came back, I looked and looked for you. It took me a year to find you. I love you so much!' Draco pleaded with her, pleading with Death not to take her away from him again.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes when she heard the name Draco.
'Draco?' she said weakly, smiling. 'Where are you?'
'Im here, Hermione my love, and I will never leave your side again forever, just please dont leave me,' Draco said, holding her small hands in his large ones. Gustof lurked in the shadows, his arms crossed, a frown on his face. Bags appeared under his once lively eyes, and that boyish grin was lost forever. He knew he had no chance now.
Draco didnt even notice Gustof in the corner. All that was on his mind was how to keep Hermione alive, safe from Death. He could not bear to lose her again.
'Draco, where were you all this time? I thought you were dead! I thought Harry killed you!' Hermione whispered, now looking into Dracos deep, steel gray eyes. Eyes that radiated exaughtion from something unknown.
'Ah, Potter did not kill me. He muttered something like the killing curse, but in actuality he just knocked me out. Even Dumbledore thought I was dead. Potter put a curse on Dumbledore so he would forget I 'died', so Potter would not get caught. He dragged me away, probably, as for I was unconsious. When I woke, I was in some unknown part of the Hogwarts dungeon that was forbidden. Dumbledore never found me because he never thought the great Harry Potter would imprison Draco Malfoy for 2 years there. You see, Potter told Dumbledore and the others that I had written a suicide note, and that he had already written to you about it,' Draco said, caressing Hermiones little hand.
'But Draco, how did you get away from Harry?' she asked timidly, squinting her eyes which were blurry from the loss of blood.
'It was sheer dumb luck, Hermione. Potter had taken my wand, obviously, so I could not do anything. I was sitting in the dungeon, looking for a stick to play with, since I was unoccupied with anything else to do. As I was searching, I came across an odd looking stick. I flicked it at the wall, and discovered it was not a stick, but an old wand. I then waited until the unsuspecting Potter was not doing anything near the bars of the dungeon. I snuck up behind him, and used the same curse he had used on me. I brought him up to Dumbledore, and explained the whole thing. It was in the papers, but noticing how you cant read German, you would not have known,' Draco said. Hermione nodded. She would have jumped up and hugged him as tightly as she could have, but she was too tired. She smiled.
'I love you, Draco'
'Where is she?' Draco asked impatiently. Gustof knew that there was no chance now, he simply gave in.
'Hermione!' Gustof opened doors to see where she was. He knocked on the bathroom door. No answer.
'She has to be here. She never leaves the house,' Gustof said, opening the bathroom door. He jumped when he saw her.
Hermiones body was on the floor, her wrists dripping with blood.
'Call an ambulance! She might still be alive!' Draco yelled, running to her. He cradled her in his arms, and wiped her hair off her face.
'No! I came back for you! I tried to find you, and after all this time, here you are! Dont let me lose you again, Hermione! I love you!' Draco cried as he buried his face in her hair. Gustof frowned sadly as he called the ambulance. He would rather have her dead then be with Draco again.
The ambulance came, and they hurredly took Hermione to the hospital. Draco and Gustof followed it in Dracos rental car. Gustof watched as Draco ran alongside Hermiones stretcher, holding her hand. He walked to the waiting room and sat down, staring into nothingness.
Draco stood outside the room where Hermione was in. The doctors were trying to put more blood into her, and to stitch up her wrists. Draco paced back and forth, his hands running through his platinum hair. Draco almost looked the same as he did the last time Hermione had seen him, except that he was now 19, and his body was more developed, and less skinny. He looked like a man now.
A doctor came out of the room, his hands folded against each other. He walked over to Draco, and sighed.
'She had a great loss of blood. We are trying to stitch up the wounds on her wrists. It was an attempted suicide,' the doctor said in German. Dracos hand went up to his face, touching his cheek.
'Will she be alright?' Draco asked, lookling at the doctor hopefully. He frowned.
'We dont know. She might be fine, once we get more blood into her system. Her body might also reject the blood. We noticed that her responce was poor, like her body wanted to die,' the doctor continued.
'May I go in and just see her, maybe talk to her one last time?' Draco asked, a desperate look on his weary but still beautiful face.
The doctor nodded, and showed Draco in. Draco saw Hermiones pale body in the hospital bed, her face was not showing any expression. Draco walked over, and took her hand.
'Hermione,' he said, caressing her face with his other hand. 'Hermione, Ive come back!' he said, smiling. 'Its me, Draco! Please dont die, I came back, I looked and looked for you. It took me a year to find you. I love you so much!' Draco pleaded with her, pleading with Death not to take her away from him again.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes when she heard the name Draco.
'Draco?' she said weakly, smiling. 'Where are you?'
'Im here, Hermione my love, and I will never leave your side again forever, just please dont leave me,' Draco said, holding her small hands in his large ones. Gustof lurked in the shadows, his arms crossed, a frown on his face. Bags appeared under his once lively eyes, and that boyish grin was lost forever. He knew he had no chance now.
Draco didnt even notice Gustof in the corner. All that was on his mind was how to keep Hermione alive, safe from Death. He could not bear to lose her again.
'Draco, where were you all this time? I thought you were dead! I thought Harry killed you!' Hermione whispered, now looking into Dracos deep, steel gray eyes. Eyes that radiated exaughtion from something unknown.
'Ah, Potter did not kill me. He muttered something like the killing curse, but in actuality he just knocked me out. Even Dumbledore thought I was dead. Potter put a curse on Dumbledore so he would forget I 'died', so Potter would not get caught. He dragged me away, probably, as for I was unconsious. When I woke, I was in some unknown part of the Hogwarts dungeon that was forbidden. Dumbledore never found me because he never thought the great Harry Potter would imprison Draco Malfoy for 2 years there. You see, Potter told Dumbledore and the others that I had written a suicide note, and that he had already written to you about it,' Draco said, caressing Hermiones little hand.
'But Draco, how did you get away from Harry?' she asked timidly, squinting her eyes which were blurry from the loss of blood.
'It was sheer dumb luck, Hermione. Potter had taken my wand, obviously, so I could not do anything. I was sitting in the dungeon, looking for a stick to play with, since I was unoccupied with anything else to do. As I was searching, I came across an odd looking stick. I flicked it at the wall, and discovered it was not a stick, but an old wand. I then waited until the unsuspecting Potter was not doing anything near the bars of the dungeon. I snuck up behind him, and used the same curse he had used on me. I brought him up to Dumbledore, and explained the whole thing. It was in the papers, but noticing how you cant read German, you would not have known,' Draco said. Hermione nodded. She would have jumped up and hugged him as tightly as she could have, but she was too tired. She smiled.
'I love you, Draco'