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my fragile little mind. I don't even own that quote! Cartman said it!! See?
I'm a pauper. *sob*
A/N: *happy dance* 3 reviews in less than 12 hours!! YAY!!
Draco's Sexy Dulce a.k.a Kaye--Here's another chapter for ya! Thanks for your review!
B--You're so weird. But I luv ya anyway! lol. Thanks for the review!!
^___^()--Umm...Nicole? Next time, try putting your real name on there, 'k? lol. Thanks for your review!
Ok, well I had this all nice and typed out last night, planning on posting it when I woke up. But no. The Gods had to rear their angry heads at me and DELETE it! *sob* So now I have to retype all of it. So this time it really isn't my fault about the delay in posting! lol. I am quite aware of the fragmented sentences in this, but everyone is stressing and at the end of their ropes, so it's how it comes in their minds. If you understood that at all, I commend you.
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She didn't understand. Her mind couldn't, or just plain wouldn't, comprehend what the portrait revealed. There was red and a boy on the floor. Shouldn't this mean something to her? She just couldn't get it. Then it clicked.
She ran to Draco's side, slipping a bit in the pool of blood surrounding him. "Oh, shit! Draco? Draco?!" she yelled to an unresponsive Draco. She scrambled to her feet and ransacked the closet to find the very last towel. She wrapped the white towel around the seeping wound and watched in awe as it turned pink, then red, and finally black.
Get it together, Hermione!! she scolded herself. She was Draco's only hope now.
She bent over him and felt his neck, right over the jugular vein where the pulse should be. There wasn't one.
No, no, NO!!! Hermione's mind screamed. She covered his mouth with hers and blew into it. This definitely wasn't how she envisioned her first kiss.
Breath, check, breath, check, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15, check, breath..she chanted in her head. It was the only thing that was keeping her in this realm.
The she heard it. A noise. Her head snapped up. This was her chance!!
"HELP!! HELP US! WE'RE IN THE BATHROOM!! SOMEBODY! HELP!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, stopping only when she had to breathe life into Draco.
She heard frantic footsteps and she watched as the portrait swung open to reveal her savior.
Snape's POV
Severus sat behind the large oak desk in his meager office. He downed another shot of vodka and pondered the meaning of his life. (A/N: Dude--Am I the only one that finds that funny? *giggle*) He had done so much evil and not a lot of good. Sure, he taught annoying little brats and "helped" them prepare for the future. But what about the people who didn't get to see their future because of him?
He had destroyed so many. Hurt everyone close to him.
Draco. The boy that was the son he never had. If only he could've saved him from the monster that was his father! No. He could've. He didn't. It was all his fault. Everything.
He stumbled through the door and started the journey to his private chambers. He suddenly stopped in his tracks. Had he just heard someone scream? There it was again!! Where was it coming from?
He walked as best he could in his drunkenness and found the bathroom. What he found sobered him up faster than any potion he had ever ingested.
Severous ran to the unconscious boy's side, not even noticing the bushy- haired girl working to save Draco's life. He clutched Draco's uninjured hand like it was the last thing in the world. How could he let it get this far?!? There must've been signs that Draco was mutilating himself. He was just too caught up in his own shit that he didn't notice. That was it! No one noticed Draco. He was just the handsome little boy. Nothing more, nothing less. Oh, Merlin! Severus thought, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then it happened.
Draco's chest rose, and then fell. He took in one shaky breath then coughed. Severus didn't waste a second in scooping the Draco into his arms and hurling himself down the hall, bounding up stairs, dashing through a labyrinth of corridors. He wasn't going to lose this boy. Not now, not ever.
Hermione's POV
Hermione watched as Snape lifted Draco up as though he weighed nothing and ran from the room. Then it truly sank in. Her mind reeling, she scrambled to her feet in an attempt to get away from the blood. She glanced around the room. She saw the mirror for the first time. She scanned the floor to see the damage of the glass when she noticed a crumpled up piece of paper in the corner.
She picked it up and read.
Madame Pomfrey's POV
Poppy was bustling around the Hospital Wing tidying here, stacking there. She looked up when she heard a great commotion outside. The door swung open and Severus came barreling in with a silver-haired boy lying limp in his arms.
"Severus, wha-?" she was cut off by the fact that Severus had lain the boy down on the nearest cot and Poppy got a clear view of Draco's arm.
"Oh Merlin!!" she cried and rushed to Draco's side. (A/N: that's, like, the 3rd time I've said that...lol) She peeled away the soaked towel and shook her head. What could've driven the child to going this far?
She quickly muttered a spell to clean the wound and another one to ensure that Draco didn't wake up. After some tests and an extensive investigation, she sighed.
"We will have to heal this the Muggle way. There's no spell that will work for it," she said to a nervous Severus. She rummaged through her cabinet of supplies and came out with a needle and medical wire. "You may not want to be here for this, honey," she said directed at Severus.
"No, I'll stay," he replied in the husky voice you only get when you are fighting the urge to cry.
Poppy tried to concentrate at the task at hand. She had only done this one other time, in MediWitch training. She pretended she was just sewing a button on her coat the Muggle way. In, out, in, out...Merlin, it was almost unbearable. Almost.
Brenna's POV
She awoke to find Hermione gone. That's odd, she thought, Hermione never leaves without telling me. So she went off in search of her friend.
She walked. And walked. And just for kicks, walked some more. She searched everywhere she could think of that Hermione would go. No Hermione.
While going down one particular corridor, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and ran right into an open painting. Rubbing her face, she peered around it.
Hermione was kneeling in blood and broken glass, retching into the toilet. "Hermione!" Brenna cried and rushed in to see what had happened to her friend.
By the time Brenna had gotten to her, she had stopped vomiting and was instead sobbing, clutching her legs to her chest. "Hermione? 'Mione, talk to me!!" Brenna was getting quite distraught over her friend's condition. Hermione was now shaking violently, murmuring incomprehendable things. What had happened to her? What could have caused 'Mione, her strong, brave friend, to break down like this? Whatever it was, Brenna wasn't sure she wanted to know. Hugging her twin in every way to her chest, she silently prayed that it wouldn't last.
Hermione's POV
She wept and wept until her eyes wouldn't let any more tears flow. She wept for Draco. She never thought she'd say she was crying for Draco Malfoy. She was vaguely aware of someone calling her name, but her mind just didn't process it. No wonder Draco had done what he had done. He had kept his nasty secret, and so would she.
She went into Hermione's room and called her name. No one answered. I guess she's out, she thought. She went and sat on one of the couches. Then, she saw a video camera lying on an end table. She picked it up and pressed play.
Smirking, she turned the camera off and calmly walked out of the room. This could prove to be very useful....
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Hehehe!! Another cliffie!! And I meant for you to not know who was speaking in the last section. So, I don't want anyone saying, "You forgot to put who's POV it was!!" K? K. ^_^
A/N: *happy dance* 3 reviews in less than 12 hours!! YAY!!
Draco's Sexy Dulce a.k.a Kaye--Here's another chapter for ya! Thanks for your review!
B--You're so weird. But I luv ya anyway! lol. Thanks for the review!!
^___^()--Umm...Nicole? Next time, try putting your real name on there, 'k? lol. Thanks for your review!
Ok, well I had this all nice and typed out last night, planning on posting it when I woke up. But no. The Gods had to rear their angry heads at me and DELETE it! *sob* So now I have to retype all of it. So this time it really isn't my fault about the delay in posting! lol. I am quite aware of the fragmented sentences in this, but everyone is stressing and at the end of their ropes, so it's how it comes in their minds. If you understood that at all, I commend you.
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She didn't understand. Her mind couldn't, or just plain wouldn't, comprehend what the portrait revealed. There was red and a boy on the floor. Shouldn't this mean something to her? She just couldn't get it. Then it clicked.
She ran to Draco's side, slipping a bit in the pool of blood surrounding him. "Oh, shit! Draco? Draco?!" she yelled to an unresponsive Draco. She scrambled to her feet and ransacked the closet to find the very last towel. She wrapped the white towel around the seeping wound and watched in awe as it turned pink, then red, and finally black.
Get it together, Hermione!! she scolded herself. She was Draco's only hope now.
She bent over him and felt his neck, right over the jugular vein where the pulse should be. There wasn't one.
No, no, NO!!! Hermione's mind screamed. She covered his mouth with hers and blew into it. This definitely wasn't how she envisioned her first kiss.
Breath, check, breath, check, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15, check, breath..she chanted in her head. It was the only thing that was keeping her in this realm.
The she heard it. A noise. Her head snapped up. This was her chance!!
"HELP!! HELP US! WE'RE IN THE BATHROOM!! SOMEBODY! HELP!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, stopping only when she had to breathe life into Draco.
She heard frantic footsteps and she watched as the portrait swung open to reveal her savior.
Snape's POV
Severus sat behind the large oak desk in his meager office. He downed another shot of vodka and pondered the meaning of his life. (A/N: Dude--Am I the only one that finds that funny? *giggle*) He had done so much evil and not a lot of good. Sure, he taught annoying little brats and "helped" them prepare for the future. But what about the people who didn't get to see their future because of him?
He had destroyed so many. Hurt everyone close to him.
Draco. The boy that was the son he never had. If only he could've saved him from the monster that was his father! No. He could've. He didn't. It was all his fault. Everything.
He stumbled through the door and started the journey to his private chambers. He suddenly stopped in his tracks. Had he just heard someone scream? There it was again!! Where was it coming from?
He walked as best he could in his drunkenness and found the bathroom. What he found sobered him up faster than any potion he had ever ingested.
Severous ran to the unconscious boy's side, not even noticing the bushy- haired girl working to save Draco's life. He clutched Draco's uninjured hand like it was the last thing in the world. How could he let it get this far?!? There must've been signs that Draco was mutilating himself. He was just too caught up in his own shit that he didn't notice. That was it! No one noticed Draco. He was just the handsome little boy. Nothing more, nothing less. Oh, Merlin! Severus thought, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then it happened.
Draco's chest rose, and then fell. He took in one shaky breath then coughed. Severus didn't waste a second in scooping the Draco into his arms and hurling himself down the hall, bounding up stairs, dashing through a labyrinth of corridors. He wasn't going to lose this boy. Not now, not ever.
Hermione's POV
Hermione watched as Snape lifted Draco up as though he weighed nothing and ran from the room. Then it truly sank in. Her mind reeling, she scrambled to her feet in an attempt to get away from the blood. She glanced around the room. She saw the mirror for the first time. She scanned the floor to see the damage of the glass when she noticed a crumpled up piece of paper in the corner.
She picked it up and read.
Madame Pomfrey's POV
Poppy was bustling around the Hospital Wing tidying here, stacking there. She looked up when she heard a great commotion outside. The door swung open and Severus came barreling in with a silver-haired boy lying limp in his arms.
"Severus, wha-?" she was cut off by the fact that Severus had lain the boy down on the nearest cot and Poppy got a clear view of Draco's arm.
"Oh Merlin!!" she cried and rushed to Draco's side. (A/N: that's, like, the 3rd time I've said that...lol) She peeled away the soaked towel and shook her head. What could've driven the child to going this far?
She quickly muttered a spell to clean the wound and another one to ensure that Draco didn't wake up. After some tests and an extensive investigation, she sighed.
"We will have to heal this the Muggle way. There's no spell that will work for it," she said to a nervous Severus. She rummaged through her cabinet of supplies and came out with a needle and medical wire. "You may not want to be here for this, honey," she said directed at Severus.
"No, I'll stay," he replied in the husky voice you only get when you are fighting the urge to cry.
Poppy tried to concentrate at the task at hand. She had only done this one other time, in MediWitch training. She pretended she was just sewing a button on her coat the Muggle way. In, out, in, out...Merlin, it was almost unbearable. Almost.
Brenna's POV
She awoke to find Hermione gone. That's odd, she thought, Hermione never leaves without telling me. So she went off in search of her friend.
She walked. And walked. And just for kicks, walked some more. She searched everywhere she could think of that Hermione would go. No Hermione.
While going down one particular corridor, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and ran right into an open painting. Rubbing her face, she peered around it.
Hermione was kneeling in blood and broken glass, retching into the toilet. "Hermione!" Brenna cried and rushed in to see what had happened to her friend.
By the time Brenna had gotten to her, she had stopped vomiting and was instead sobbing, clutching her legs to her chest. "Hermione? 'Mione, talk to me!!" Brenna was getting quite distraught over her friend's condition. Hermione was now shaking violently, murmuring incomprehendable things. What had happened to her? What could have caused 'Mione, her strong, brave friend, to break down like this? Whatever it was, Brenna wasn't sure she wanted to know. Hugging her twin in every way to her chest, she silently prayed that it wouldn't last.
Hermione's POV
She wept and wept until her eyes wouldn't let any more tears flow. She wept for Draco. She never thought she'd say she was crying for Draco Malfoy. She was vaguely aware of someone calling her name, but her mind just didn't process it. No wonder Draco had done what he had done. He had kept his nasty secret, and so would she.
She went into Hermione's room and called her name. No one answered. I guess she's out, she thought. She went and sat on one of the couches. Then, she saw a video camera lying on an end table. She picked it up and pressed play.
Smirking, she turned the camera off and calmly walked out of the room. This could prove to be very useful....
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Hehehe!! Another cliffie!! And I meant for you to not know who was speaking in the last section. So, I don't want anyone saying, "You forgot to put who's POV it was!!" K? K. ^_^
