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Light of Darkness
Sunlight spilled across his eyes as Madame Pomfrey threw the blinds up with a flick of her wrist. Draco blinked rapidly, and squinted his eyes in the harsh light. Where was he? He raised himself up with an elbow, and glanced around a room filled with white upholstery: white couches, light mauve carpet. The nurse caught sight of him, and headed his way.
"Oh, boy, you're awake." Madame Pomfrey broke the silence with her stern voice. Although her tone was neutral, Draco could see the distrust imminent in her eyes. Usually it didn't matter to Draco but on this one particular occasion, her prejudice of him upset him. He licked his dry lips with a parched tongue and nodded quietly, his eyes still narrowed from the sunlight. "You had a nasty fall," she continued, "crushed you arm and your leg." As she was talking, she moved in front of the window.
Draco blinked. Madame Pomfrey was now silhouetted by the light, and he couldn't see her face anymore. But he vaguely remembered falling from his broom. He suddenly felt how unnaturally bound his arm and leg were, and an exhaustion spread through his body. He collapsed back in his bed, and drew the covers over his eyes.
The darkness induced his sleep.
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"You have visitors." The old nurse told him, although her eyes still shone with a certain dislike of him. But medicine must be working, because Draco did feel a little better, as the cool night breeze blew across his face. The moonlight was out, and he felt calmer. One thought infected his thoughts though. So far Hermione hadn't visited him yet. He tried to ignore how much that fact was affecting him. He had been visited by Crabbe, Goyle, Veruca, and Hazel (a Ravenclaw) but still there was no sign of Hermione.
Madame Pomfrey's brief line inflated his hope once again. He had visitors. Maybe it was Hermione. Draco strained his neck to the doorway but a cold disappointment clamped over his heart. It was only Zambini and Pansy. He glared at his arm, tucked neatly above his white blanket. Perhaps yesterday night had meant nothing to her.
Perhaps it was just her Gryffindor heart that made her leap after him.
Perhaps he was nothing to her.
Pansy and Blaise were now at his bedside. A cold expression spread across his face as he crossed his newly healed arms. He didn't even spare them a glance. This wasn't the time for them. He didn't want to hear their voices, he didn't want to pretend to be interested.
"Oh poor baby." Pansy cooed, tucking his blond hair behind his ear with her cold fingers. Draco remained stoic, and clenched his hand into a fist. A few months ago he would have responded, would've said something to make her kiss him.
But now...
Draco turned the other way.
At the same time he was startled at his actions, at the disgust that was welling up inside him. A few months ago...what would he have done? He shivered in revulsion. He knew exactly what he would've done. And he didn't like it.
He wished this would end. He wished they would go away, leave him to his festering thoughts and feelings. At the same time...what was stopping him? Had Hermione changed him so much? Had his brief two months knowing Hermione...so drastically annihilated the worser side of him?
Draco closed his slate eyes.
"Leave me alone. Now." He said, he voice emotionless and unchanging. Pansy smiled. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, Draco." He shrugged her hand off, his stomach twisting in revulsion. His eyes flew open, and he dragged himself into a sitting position.
"Out. Now." He enunciated every word, his voice low and threatening. He knew that the Malfoy name held enough sway to frighten her. Pansy's vapid eyes widened in anger. Then, surprisingly, a sinuous smile twisted itself around her mouth.
"Come on, Blaise. Let him wait for his mudblood. His mudblood, who will never come." They left as quickly as they came, but Pansy mumbled at the doore. Draco's eyes had bugged when he heard Pansy call Hermione a mudblood, and he felt his blood boil. He laughed at cynically at himself. He had called her that too, not too many days ago...it wasn't even true anyways. He remembered the time he had relished the thought of making her cry...making her feel the pain he felt every time his dad beat him...
He remembered how proud his father had been, when he had made Hermione cry.
But he didn't need these thoughts now. He had to rest, now, so he could get out of here, and see Hermione the next day...
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Hermione lurked near the doorway to the infirmary. Her emotions were mixed. She wanted to know if Draco was okay. She didn't care about what had happened w/ Pansy. It could be that there was a logical explanation...her mind groped for one.
Maybe...she shook her head at the 'maybe's that ran through her head. He had tried to die for HER, right? That had to mean something... Hermione nodded decisively, and walked purposefully to the door.
Her hand almost touched the metal doorknob before the large oaken door of the infirmary opened, and two Slytherins walked out. Pansy and Blaise. Hermione's heart froze in her chest, and she clenched her hands into fists. Hermione backed up from Pansy's advancing figure, her arm encircling the wand beneath her robes.
"Bye Draco, honey," Pansy whispered at the door. Blaise looked on quietly. She didn't seem surprised to see Hermione.
Hermione's eyes widened. Draco had forgotten her. Pansy's actions confirmed her fears. She was stupid to think he would've changed. Tears collected at her eyes, but Hermione dashed them away, clenching her teeth to keep back the dam that threatened to explode. One thought stood out vividly in her mind.
She had to go. She had to leave the Slytherins.
She backed away from them, one step at a time, her eyes remaining rebelliously dry. It seemed to take an eternity. Hermione turned a corner, and the Slytherins were out of sight. Once there, however, Hermione's composure broke. Tears running down her cheeks, Hermione turned and fled towards her common room, her curly brown hair flying limply behind her.
Pansy's heartless laughter echoed in the vaults of her mind.
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"My dear, what's wrong?" the Pink Lady asked of the sobbing figure by the entrance. She showed general concern for the depressed girl.
Hermione's face was all red, and her eyes were screwed up. She had collapsed in a corner by the portal, too overcome to utter the single password. Her hands covered her face, and she crouched in the fetal position, her knees drawn up tightly to her chin. It wasn't fair. What gave Draco a right to toy with her emotions?
She laughed coldly. His Malfoy-given right. That was a laugh. Even so, her shoulders continued shaking with the violence of her sobs. Her heart felt leaden in her chest, as tears continued to rack her body.
And that was the way Harry found her.
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"Don't worry, Hermione, it'll be alright." Harry cooed to the crying head girl, stroking her hair softly. Her head was on his shoulder, and her tears were making his robes wet, but Harry couldn't have been more comfortable. Her sobbing had been reduced to hoarse cries.
"Shh, now. I'll make it all right, Hermione." Hermione hiccoughed, and rubbed her red rimmed eyes. She looked up into the eyes of her friend. His green eyes echoed back warmly at her, filled with an intense emotion. "I'll always be your friend, Hermione." He wiped her tears with one finger, and smiled gently.
"You promise?" She asked falteringly.
"Yes." He said it with such a solid conviction that she couldn't help but smile. He grinned in response. The Gryffindor common room was empty, except for them. The rest of the house was already asleep.
The moonlight filtered down on Harry's heroic face, and Hermione snuggled deeper in his arms. He was her friend, and would always be there to pick her up when she fell. She closed her eyes peacefully.
Harry took a deep breath, as he contemplated the girl in his arms. His own heart throbbed painfully at the unchecked feelings that lay there. He swallowed quietly, and rested Hermione's head on his lap. He stroked her unruly brown locks again, and smiled. Should he tell her how he felt? Harry worked up his courage, and steeled himself for a rejection.
"Hermione-" no response.
Harry glanced down at her. She was already asleep. He smiled at the innocent form in his arms, and kissed her forehead.
"-I love you." He whispered quietly to her angelic face, lit by the moonlight.
Harry quietly tucked a pillow in place of his leg, and covered Hermione up with a blanket, tucking it up to her chin. He would ask her who had made her cry tomorrow.
He silently made his way up the stairs and slept.
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In the infirmary, Draco tossed and turned.
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Light of Darkness
Sunlight spilled across his eyes as Madame Pomfrey threw the blinds up with a flick of her wrist. Draco blinked rapidly, and squinted his eyes in the harsh light. Where was he? He raised himself up with an elbow, and glanced around a room filled with white upholstery: white couches, light mauve carpet. The nurse caught sight of him, and headed his way.
"Oh, boy, you're awake." Madame Pomfrey broke the silence with her stern voice. Although her tone was neutral, Draco could see the distrust imminent in her eyes. Usually it didn't matter to Draco but on this one particular occasion, her prejudice of him upset him. He licked his dry lips with a parched tongue and nodded quietly, his eyes still narrowed from the sunlight. "You had a nasty fall," she continued, "crushed you arm and your leg." As she was talking, she moved in front of the window.
Draco blinked. Madame Pomfrey was now silhouetted by the light, and he couldn't see her face anymore. But he vaguely remembered falling from his broom. He suddenly felt how unnaturally bound his arm and leg were, and an exhaustion spread through his body. He collapsed back in his bed, and drew the covers over his eyes.
The darkness induced his sleep.
~*~
"You have visitors." The old nurse told him, although her eyes still shone with a certain dislike of him. But medicine must be working, because Draco did feel a little better, as the cool night breeze blew across his face. The moonlight was out, and he felt calmer. One thought infected his thoughts though. So far Hermione hadn't visited him yet. He tried to ignore how much that fact was affecting him. He had been visited by Crabbe, Goyle, Veruca, and Hazel (a Ravenclaw) but still there was no sign of Hermione.
Madame Pomfrey's brief line inflated his hope once again. He had visitors. Maybe it was Hermione. Draco strained his neck to the doorway but a cold disappointment clamped over his heart. It was only Zambini and Pansy. He glared at his arm, tucked neatly above his white blanket. Perhaps yesterday night had meant nothing to her.
Perhaps it was just her Gryffindor heart that made her leap after him.
Perhaps he was nothing to her.
Pansy and Blaise were now at his bedside. A cold expression spread across his face as he crossed his newly healed arms. He didn't even spare them a glance. This wasn't the time for them. He didn't want to hear their voices, he didn't want to pretend to be interested.
"Oh poor baby." Pansy cooed, tucking his blond hair behind his ear with her cold fingers. Draco remained stoic, and clenched his hand into a fist. A few months ago he would have responded, would've said something to make her kiss him.
But now...
Draco turned the other way.
At the same time he was startled at his actions, at the disgust that was welling up inside him. A few months ago...what would he have done? He shivered in revulsion. He knew exactly what he would've done. And he didn't like it.
He wished this would end. He wished they would go away, leave him to his festering thoughts and feelings. At the same time...what was stopping him? Had Hermione changed him so much? Had his brief two months knowing Hermione...so drastically annihilated the worser side of him?
Draco closed his slate eyes.
"Leave me alone. Now." He said, he voice emotionless and unchanging. Pansy smiled. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, Draco." He shrugged her hand off, his stomach twisting in revulsion. His eyes flew open, and he dragged himself into a sitting position.
"Out. Now." He enunciated every word, his voice low and threatening. He knew that the Malfoy name held enough sway to frighten her. Pansy's vapid eyes widened in anger. Then, surprisingly, a sinuous smile twisted itself around her mouth.
"Come on, Blaise. Let him wait for his mudblood. His mudblood, who will never come." They left as quickly as they came, but Pansy mumbled at the doore. Draco's eyes had bugged when he heard Pansy call Hermione a mudblood, and he felt his blood boil. He laughed at cynically at himself. He had called her that too, not too many days ago...it wasn't even true anyways. He remembered the time he had relished the thought of making her cry...making her feel the pain he felt every time his dad beat him...
He remembered how proud his father had been, when he had made Hermione cry.
But he didn't need these thoughts now. He had to rest, now, so he could get out of here, and see Hermione the next day...
~*~
Hermione lurked near the doorway to the infirmary. Her emotions were mixed. She wanted to know if Draco was okay. She didn't care about what had happened w/ Pansy. It could be that there was a logical explanation...her mind groped for one.
Maybe...she shook her head at the 'maybe's that ran through her head. He had tried to die for HER, right? That had to mean something... Hermione nodded decisively, and walked purposefully to the door.
Her hand almost touched the metal doorknob before the large oaken door of the infirmary opened, and two Slytherins walked out. Pansy and Blaise. Hermione's heart froze in her chest, and she clenched her hands into fists. Hermione backed up from Pansy's advancing figure, her arm encircling the wand beneath her robes.
"Bye Draco, honey," Pansy whispered at the door. Blaise looked on quietly. She didn't seem surprised to see Hermione.
Hermione's eyes widened. Draco had forgotten her. Pansy's actions confirmed her fears. She was stupid to think he would've changed. Tears collected at her eyes, but Hermione dashed them away, clenching her teeth to keep back the dam that threatened to explode. One thought stood out vividly in her mind.
She had to go. She had to leave the Slytherins.
She backed away from them, one step at a time, her eyes remaining rebelliously dry. It seemed to take an eternity. Hermione turned a corner, and the Slytherins were out of sight. Once there, however, Hermione's composure broke. Tears running down her cheeks, Hermione turned and fled towards her common room, her curly brown hair flying limply behind her.
Pansy's heartless laughter echoed in the vaults of her mind.
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"My dear, what's wrong?" the Pink Lady asked of the sobbing figure by the entrance. She showed general concern for the depressed girl.
Hermione's face was all red, and her eyes were screwed up. She had collapsed in a corner by the portal, too overcome to utter the single password. Her hands covered her face, and she crouched in the fetal position, her knees drawn up tightly to her chin. It wasn't fair. What gave Draco a right to toy with her emotions?
She laughed coldly. His Malfoy-given right. That was a laugh. Even so, her shoulders continued shaking with the violence of her sobs. Her heart felt leaden in her chest, as tears continued to rack her body.
And that was the way Harry found her.
~*~
"Don't worry, Hermione, it'll be alright." Harry cooed to the crying head girl, stroking her hair softly. Her head was on his shoulder, and her tears were making his robes wet, but Harry couldn't have been more comfortable. Her sobbing had been reduced to hoarse cries.
"Shh, now. I'll make it all right, Hermione." Hermione hiccoughed, and rubbed her red rimmed eyes. She looked up into the eyes of her friend. His green eyes echoed back warmly at her, filled with an intense emotion. "I'll always be your friend, Hermione." He wiped her tears with one finger, and smiled gently.
"You promise?" She asked falteringly.
"Yes." He said it with such a solid conviction that she couldn't help but smile. He grinned in response. The Gryffindor common room was empty, except for them. The rest of the house was already asleep.
The moonlight filtered down on Harry's heroic face, and Hermione snuggled deeper in his arms. He was her friend, and would always be there to pick her up when she fell. She closed her eyes peacefully.
Harry took a deep breath, as he contemplated the girl in his arms. His own heart throbbed painfully at the unchecked feelings that lay there. He swallowed quietly, and rested Hermione's head on his lap. He stroked her unruly brown locks again, and smiled. Should he tell her how he felt? Harry worked up his courage, and steeled himself for a rejection.
"Hermione-" no response.
Harry glanced down at her. She was already asleep. He smiled at the innocent form in his arms, and kissed her forehead.
"-I love you." He whispered quietly to her angelic face, lit by the moonlight.
Harry quietly tucked a pillow in place of his leg, and covered Hermione up with a blanket, tucking it up to her chin. He would ask her who had made her cry tomorrow.
He silently made his way up the stairs and slept.
~*~
In the infirmary, Draco tossed and turned.
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