AN: Hello. Where did I leave off??? Ahh, yes..(shuffles papers)..no
offence..hmmm..oh! Yeah, getting back to life! Probably boring chappy so
I'll cut out everything that makes it long and get to the good stuff.
Disclaimer: Nope. Nada bit. Na-uh. No sirree Bob. No. Not at all. JESUS CHRIST!! IT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME!!!!!!!
Chapter 5: Welcome Back To The Land of the Living
Draco felt his eyelids heavy and weigh down. $Why? Why does Granger have this weird anger management problem and have to take it out on me?? We were sorta'....I dunno! We sorta' just went together. Odd. A little too odd. Sooo....she has dreams?$ Draco smirked as his mind kept coming back to that thought. Thank Merlin he took that Italian class during the summer. He made a mental note to actually confront Hermione on that "issue".
It had been seven weeks. 49 days of missing the sun. 35 days of getting work from professors. He sighed heavily, just for the melodramatic effect. He just...well...he just sat, slept, ate, read, wrote homework, and thought of Hermione. He finally fell asleep at around midnight, in the chair next to her, head face down on life-missing-but-not-lifeless Hermione's abdomen.
An hour or two went by. Nothing was to be heard, except the night ramblings from Madam Pomfrey.
Another hour went by, now declaring it was 3:30ish or so. Draco was dreaming, yet again of Hermione.
$$Dream$$
Hermione was sitting on a pink cloud. She sat propped up on her elbows staring below her at the mess of white and blue clad people walking about. ((Draco had had these dreams before, but he could never hear anything, nor did Hermione speak)) He heard her sigh and turn onto her back.
"Jésus Le Christ, Draco!!! Quand me rapporterez-vous? Je vous avais attendu pendant longtemps. Hâte vers le haut, déjà!!! POUVEZ VOUS ENTENDRE MOI, LE RETARD, LEVER ET ME DONNER LE BAISER DU!!!!!!!! DE LA VIE!!" Hermione's voice rang out loud and clear to him, although not looking in his direction. (AN: English, pwetty pwease?
"Jesus Christ, Draco!!! When will you bring me back? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Hurry up, already!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME, RETARD, GET UP AND GIVE ME THE KISS OF LIFE!!!!!!!!")
Wait, Draco could hear her speaking French! He took French since he was nine!! YES!!
Draco thought for a second staring at her. She was so pretty. She started to sing a French tune. He thought quickly and slapped himself. The world beneath him spun very quickly. He felt like he did a flip and landed in the chair.
$$Technically the end of Dream, although he was out of the dream when he slapped himself, but who's lookin' fer technicalities???$$
He felt Hermione under him. He pulled his head up and noticed she was stirring. She wasn't supposed to be stirring, but she was only supposed to be breathing slightly. Draco was told she was in what muggles called a "comatose state".
He leant over he body and kissed her very un-Draco-likely on the lips. It was gentle and sweet and lasted only for an appropriate time.
He watched her and yelled for Madam Pomfrey.
"What is it dear?" she asked from her room.
"I gave Hermione a 'Kiss of Life' like she told me to in my dream, alert Professor Dumbledore!" Draco half whispered half shouted at the weary and cranky nurse.
"Oh, eep! I'll alert Albus immediately, it'll only be seconds." She walked away, flimsy, silk, very un-teacherly nightgown billowing behind her.
Draco watched the girl begin to tremble. Her lips first, then the tremble went through her body, ending at the fingertips.
"Ah, Draco, Ms. Granger showed you the way?" Albus Dumbledore appeared behind Draco, wearing a blue and white stripped, cotton night---wait! Dumbledore was wearing a night*gown*?? And...was that pink bunny slippers?? (AN: I couldn't resist!)
"Duuhh....she yelled at me and called me a retard, if that's what you're asking." Draco replied.
"Yes, indeed. Well, she'll begin now." Dumbledore looked expectantly to the form on the bed.
Hermione began shaking more. And more. And more. And more. Finally it seemed as if an invisible person was shaking her and pulling her into the air.
Then the violent shaking stopped, and Hermione slowly opened her eyes.
"Can....you...hear...me in...English?" Her first words seemed to be forced.
"Ms. Granger, you have been through a lot. I will notify Severus and he will concoct you a potion. I daresay it will be ready in an hour." Dumbledore walked away quickly.
"Hermione?" Draco said, the apprehension almost showed in his voice.
"Yes? Wa-it! Tur-r-rn on a light, I wan-n-na get a gooood look at yo-u, it's be-een sooo long." Hermione formed her words slowly.
The candles lit brightly, as if they heard her. Hermione looked at the muscular man before her. She squirmed in delight as she saw his white-gold locks tossed nonchalantly over his head.
"What was it?" Hermione asked, raspy voice strained to be heard.
"Uh...did you...were you living on a pink cloud??" Draco blurted out.
"Yes, Th-ss-ecelia. I c-c-could only spe-ey-ak French. I fig-g-ure it was be-ecause if I spoke in English everrryone would know I had be-e-een possessed. And would 'a-ave heellpped me back into my-y bo-ddy. I-I-it bo-o- oy-ught bought, for those who don't read stutter language th-the-e-m tiiimme." Hermione said, sounding very lithpy and stu-u-u-tt-tt-e-err-y lispy and stuttery for those who can't take a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, I dreamt about you there, but I couldn't here you." He said, sheepish.
"Um...so? How's life?" Hermione said.
Draco recalled his boring memories of homework and junk. The last thing he remembered was a very pleading Hermione. Pleading.... she said some very odd things. He smirked.
"Well, to be honest, the last thing I remember interesting was when you were begging for life. What was it?..oh, yes you didn't wanna die a what? A...oh yes....a vvviiirrrgggiinn." Draco drawled easily.
Hermione blushed. "Is that all the welcome I get?"
"Oh, and that demon was babbling in Italian. Said stuff about her master and then...insert sexy chuckle she said you were *dreaming* about me. Very giggly demon if you ask me.." Draco smiled smugly.
"Wh-wh-at are you tall-king about? It muust've be-e-een a liar too." Hermione was blushing furiously.
"Ha! It was very faithful in saying that to her 'master' and said you've been dreaming about me since third year." Draco said, lying about 'since third year'. Obviously his accusations were true, for Hermione had forgotten all of her cousin's training and was so red it would rival any Weasley.
"B-b-b-" Hermione began.
"No wonder! You've been dying to insert joke about virgin and dreams here, 'cuz I can't write it! for years!!" Draco was content.
"That was a wonderful welcome home!" Hermione pronounced clearly.
"Yeah, well, welcome back to The Land of the Living." Draco sighed and made himself comfortable on the chair again.
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Disclaimer: Nope. Nada bit. Na-uh. No sirree Bob. No. Not at all. JESUS CHRIST!! IT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME!!!!!!!
Chapter 5: Welcome Back To The Land of the Living
Draco felt his eyelids heavy and weigh down. $Why? Why does Granger have this weird anger management problem and have to take it out on me?? We were sorta'....I dunno! We sorta' just went together. Odd. A little too odd. Sooo....she has dreams?$ Draco smirked as his mind kept coming back to that thought. Thank Merlin he took that Italian class during the summer. He made a mental note to actually confront Hermione on that "issue".
It had been seven weeks. 49 days of missing the sun. 35 days of getting work from professors. He sighed heavily, just for the melodramatic effect. He just...well...he just sat, slept, ate, read, wrote homework, and thought of Hermione. He finally fell asleep at around midnight, in the chair next to her, head face down on life-missing-but-not-lifeless Hermione's abdomen.
An hour or two went by. Nothing was to be heard, except the night ramblings from Madam Pomfrey.
Another hour went by, now declaring it was 3:30ish or so. Draco was dreaming, yet again of Hermione.
$$Dream$$
Hermione was sitting on a pink cloud. She sat propped up on her elbows staring below her at the mess of white and blue clad people walking about. ((Draco had had these dreams before, but he could never hear anything, nor did Hermione speak)) He heard her sigh and turn onto her back.
"Jésus Le Christ, Draco!!! Quand me rapporterez-vous? Je vous avais attendu pendant longtemps. Hâte vers le haut, déjà!!! POUVEZ VOUS ENTENDRE MOI, LE RETARD, LEVER ET ME DONNER LE BAISER DU!!!!!!!! DE LA VIE!!" Hermione's voice rang out loud and clear to him, although not looking in his direction. (AN: English, pwetty pwease?
"Jesus Christ, Draco!!! When will you bring me back? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Hurry up, already!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME, RETARD, GET UP AND GIVE ME THE KISS OF LIFE!!!!!!!!")
Wait, Draco could hear her speaking French! He took French since he was nine!! YES!!
Draco thought for a second staring at her. She was so pretty. She started to sing a French tune. He thought quickly and slapped himself. The world beneath him spun very quickly. He felt like he did a flip and landed in the chair.
$$Technically the end of Dream, although he was out of the dream when he slapped himself, but who's lookin' fer technicalities???$$
He felt Hermione under him. He pulled his head up and noticed she was stirring. She wasn't supposed to be stirring, but she was only supposed to be breathing slightly. Draco was told she was in what muggles called a "comatose state".
He leant over he body and kissed her very un-Draco-likely on the lips. It was gentle and sweet and lasted only for an appropriate time.
He watched her and yelled for Madam Pomfrey.
"What is it dear?" she asked from her room.
"I gave Hermione a 'Kiss of Life' like she told me to in my dream, alert Professor Dumbledore!" Draco half whispered half shouted at the weary and cranky nurse.
"Oh, eep! I'll alert Albus immediately, it'll only be seconds." She walked away, flimsy, silk, very un-teacherly nightgown billowing behind her.
Draco watched the girl begin to tremble. Her lips first, then the tremble went through her body, ending at the fingertips.
"Ah, Draco, Ms. Granger showed you the way?" Albus Dumbledore appeared behind Draco, wearing a blue and white stripped, cotton night---wait! Dumbledore was wearing a night*gown*?? And...was that pink bunny slippers?? (AN: I couldn't resist!)
"Duuhh....she yelled at me and called me a retard, if that's what you're asking." Draco replied.
"Yes, indeed. Well, she'll begin now." Dumbledore looked expectantly to the form on the bed.
Hermione began shaking more. And more. And more. And more. Finally it seemed as if an invisible person was shaking her and pulling her into the air.
Then the violent shaking stopped, and Hermione slowly opened her eyes.
"Can....you...hear...me in...English?" Her first words seemed to be forced.
"Ms. Granger, you have been through a lot. I will notify Severus and he will concoct you a potion. I daresay it will be ready in an hour." Dumbledore walked away quickly.
"Hermione?" Draco said, the apprehension almost showed in his voice.
"Yes? Wa-it! Tur-r-rn on a light, I wan-n-na get a gooood look at yo-u, it's be-een sooo long." Hermione formed her words slowly.
The candles lit brightly, as if they heard her. Hermione looked at the muscular man before her. She squirmed in delight as she saw his white-gold locks tossed nonchalantly over his head.
"What was it?" Hermione asked, raspy voice strained to be heard.
"Uh...did you...were you living on a pink cloud??" Draco blurted out.
"Yes, Th-ss-ecelia. I c-c-could only spe-ey-ak French. I fig-g-ure it was be-ecause if I spoke in English everrryone would know I had be-e-een possessed. And would 'a-ave heellpped me back into my-y bo-ddy. I-I-it bo-o- oy-ught bought, for those who don't read stutter language th-the-e-m tiiimme." Hermione said, sounding very lithpy and stu-u-u-tt-tt-e-err-y lispy and stuttery for those who can't take a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, I dreamt about you there, but I couldn't here you." He said, sheepish.
"Um...so? How's life?" Hermione said.
Draco recalled his boring memories of homework and junk. The last thing he remembered was a very pleading Hermione. Pleading.... she said some very odd things. He smirked.
"Well, to be honest, the last thing I remember interesting was when you were begging for life. What was it?..oh, yes you didn't wanna die a what? A...oh yes....a vvviiirrrgggiinn." Draco drawled easily.
Hermione blushed. "Is that all the welcome I get?"
"Oh, and that demon was babbling in Italian. Said stuff about her master and then...insert sexy chuckle she said you were *dreaming* about me. Very giggly demon if you ask me.." Draco smiled smugly.
"Wh-wh-at are you tall-king about? It muust've be-e-een a liar too." Hermione was blushing furiously.
"Ha! It was very faithful in saying that to her 'master' and said you've been dreaming about me since third year." Draco said, lying about 'since third year'. Obviously his accusations were true, for Hermione had forgotten all of her cousin's training and was so red it would rival any Weasley.
"B-b-b-" Hermione began.
"No wonder! You've been dying to insert joke about virgin and dreams here, 'cuz I can't write it! for years!!" Draco was content.
"That was a wonderful welcome home!" Hermione pronounced clearly.
"Yeah, well, welcome back to The Land of the Living." Draco sighed and made himself comfortable on the chair again.
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