Disclaimer: I own the plot, but the characters used are the creation of one
J.K Rowling.
Authors Note: Hey everyone! I know the cure that I made up for Hermione is really bizarre, but it's difficult to think of magical remedies! I hope you enjoy the following chapter.
Chapter Eight
Draco stood in the Hospital Wing looking down at the dying girl in bed. The girl he happened to love.yet the girl whose pain he himself inflicted. Draco had waited outside of the Hospital Wing for hours; waiting for Ron to leave so he could make what would perhaps be his final visit to Hermione. As he thought of the fact that this may be his 'last visit' he felt tears well up in his eyes.
"What have I done." he asked himself.
How could he have done that to the girl that he said he loved? He asked himself what love was. It was those intense feeling that you felt for a person.a person you felt you could not live without.
'And yet I am her murderer' he told himself. He felt a wave of shame. of disgust as he discovered this sordid yet honest truth. How could he? Was he that sick and deranged? Draco was filled with an immense feeling of guilt.until his ego and pride caught up with him.
'Love also consists of passion' he told himself as he stroked the feverish cheek of Hermione. It was rosy from the heat but soon it would be pale forever. ' I could not let her be with another.with Weasley of all people. She was mine! I followed my passion; my feelings. I did what I had to do.'
Draco stroked Hermione's soft hair as he thought things over. For a while he felt justified in his actions. Then he had a thought that wrenched his heart.
'She liked me that night before I told her how I felt. Perhaps I could have waited. She could have seen the light and left Weasley for me. Yes, she would have had all the disgusting Weasley residue.but she could have been mine somehow. This was too rash..'
' I want to be with her.now. I should have requested a curable potion from Father.' Draco had written to Lucius for the potion he gave to Hermione. He told him he wished to hurt a mudblood and he got it, no questions asked.
Draco suddenly got a fanatical glint in his eye. He grabbed one of Hemione's sheets as the following thought crossed his mind: 'I could finish her now. And then kill myself. Then I'd be with her forever.and Weasley would be alone.' In Draco's half crazed mind this sounded like a perfect plan.
Draco slowly took out his wand, and then a quill he kept in his pocket. He simply said "Dagerife" and transfigured his quill into a long, sharp knife. He had always been good at transfiguration. He watched as the sleek surface reflected the lights of the room, which made part of the silvery metal into a rainbow pattern.
He bent down and laid a gentle kiss on Hermione's almost dead lips. His flaxen hair fell over his eyes as he bent over her. He kissed her cheeks and forehead afterward with a furious passion. Then he whispered, not tenderly but almost violently, "I love you."
Draco stood up straight and then moved his raised his weapon and pointed at Hermione's throat. Nervous tension ran through his veins. He took a deep breath and was about to slash her throat before cutting his wrist.until he caught his reflection in the metal. He saw the hesitant look in his cloudy eyes and the single tear that fell from his eye. He gasped. Then, he paced backwards away from Hermione and shakily dropped the knife onto the floor.
He was breathing heavily as he analyzed himself. Draco had done much evil in his six years at Hogwarts, but this was the first that made his blood run cold. He was able to get a hold of himself and transfigure the knife back into the quill and place it in his robe. He then stood still, listening to his fast breathing and finally said-
"I don't want to die."
Draco realized he had been lingering for a while, and that he may be caught with Hermione, which would not be good at all.
He placed a kiss on her heated forehead and exited the hospital wing and thought-
'She didn't want to die either.'
Ron ran quickly into the Hospital Wing so he would not waste another second that could be used to cure Hermione. He was in such a rush that he did not notice the swinging door was slowly swinging back and forth, as it does when someone has recently exited it.
Ron trotted to his usual seat by Hermione's bed and looked over her. He breathing was even shallower than it had been before he left.
She was so sickly, yet Ron thought she was as beautiful as ever. He knew he would still think she was lovely when they were old and gray together. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized that if he did not act soon, he would never see her old and gray!
Ron took his water glass from the table next to him and held it in front of him. The task he was to do was a strange one indeed, but a lot of magic was. Doubt ran through his mind; how was he to fill a glass with his own tears? Could it even be done? Despite those thoughts Ron knew that failure was not an option.
An understanding of the pressure that faced Harry began to seep into his brain. Everyone practically depended on Harry to save the world, when he was simply a sixteen-year-old boy trying to make it through school. He felt this same pressure in saving Hermione, except in Ron's mind Hermione's life was more important than all of the other lives on the planet.
Ron felt the emotion he held deep inside heart, throbbing to be unleashed. He did not even realize that he had tears seeping from his eyes and rolling down his freckled skin, into the glass he held below his face. He was lost in his thoughts of his past, present and future.
What if Hermione never did wake? Or what if her body lived but her special mind was gone? She could do so much in her life; it would be a tragedy.
Ron did not know why but his mind ventured to the things he had and Hermione had not experienced.particularly the type of 'love' they had never shared with one another. He was almost ashamed at the fact that his mind dwelled on such a topic. But, then he thought of the wonderful things that could lead to. He felt a small stabbing of joy at the thought of a he and Hermione married. Then, he pictured some freckled skin children with bushy red hair and a book in their hands. What would he do if they never came into living?
His body shook with a small sob, and then he looked down at the glass and was shocked at what he saw. Why, it was already almost halfway full!
'It is possible! This really can work!' he told himself.
He glanced at her figure on the bed, and took her small hand before continuing. All it took was simple thoughts; hopes for the future and memories of the past, to bring tears to his eyes. They were tears of sadness and tears of hope and love.
'The rate of my crying is almost unmanly!" thought Ron.
As Ron sat there, Harry and Ginny entered the wing. They stopped right when they entered and took in the sight before them. Ron, sitting in a chair, holding Hermione's hand and catching his tears with a glass.
Ginny glanced up at Harry with a worried look in her eyes.
"Harry, I think he's finally lost it!"
Harry's thoughts were along the same lines. This was a strange sight to walk in on. He squeezed Ginny's hand and decided to try to catch Ron's attention.
"um.Ron what are you doing. Can we help you with anything?"
Ron jumped at his voice and then spun around with an angry look drawn on his weary features. He did not need their interruption. He needed them out!
"Get the hell outta here! Can't the two of you leave a guy alone?"
"Ron, you don't look well. We just want to help you!"
"GET OUT!!!" Ron may have been weak and grieving, but he screamed as powerfully as he ever did in one of his fights with Hermione.
Harry and Ginny were quite shocked. Ginny was considerably frightened of Ron at the moment, so she exited the wing, pulling Harry after her.
Ron sighed when they left. He felt bad for acting so harshly, but he was so close.
"I'll explain it to them later."
He then repeated his anthem of images in his head.
'Hermione laughing.Hermione reading.Hermione concentrating at the chess when attempting to defeat him.that fateful day on the train when she told him he had dirt on his nose.the nervous look on her face after she first kissed him.'
Ron felt a trickle of liquid run down the hand holding the glass and looked down and saw that it was full. He breathed in sharply and then looked up. This was it.
He sat the full beaker on the table next to him and then stood and walked closer to Hermione's bed. He needed to lift her up so she could drink. He carefully put one of his hands under he shoulder and brought her into a sitting position. As he lifted her, he winced when her shallow breathing turned into a slight wheezing. He laced his arm around both shoulders to keep her in an upright position. Then with his free arm he reached for the cup, which held his grief, happiness, love and passion. His cobalt eyes pierced he face intensely before he placed the cup to her lips.
'As long as you love me half as much as I love you, you'll live.' He said to himself.
Ron took a deep breath and said-
"I love you with all my heart."
He parted her lips and then poured the liquid into her mouth and tilted her head back so she could swallow.
And then.
Authors Note: Review to discover the results! Thanks to all who have!
Authors Note: Hey everyone! I know the cure that I made up for Hermione is really bizarre, but it's difficult to think of magical remedies! I hope you enjoy the following chapter.
Chapter Eight
Draco stood in the Hospital Wing looking down at the dying girl in bed. The girl he happened to love.yet the girl whose pain he himself inflicted. Draco had waited outside of the Hospital Wing for hours; waiting for Ron to leave so he could make what would perhaps be his final visit to Hermione. As he thought of the fact that this may be his 'last visit' he felt tears well up in his eyes.
"What have I done." he asked himself.
How could he have done that to the girl that he said he loved? He asked himself what love was. It was those intense feeling that you felt for a person.a person you felt you could not live without.
'And yet I am her murderer' he told himself. He felt a wave of shame. of disgust as he discovered this sordid yet honest truth. How could he? Was he that sick and deranged? Draco was filled with an immense feeling of guilt.until his ego and pride caught up with him.
'Love also consists of passion' he told himself as he stroked the feverish cheek of Hermione. It was rosy from the heat but soon it would be pale forever. ' I could not let her be with another.with Weasley of all people. She was mine! I followed my passion; my feelings. I did what I had to do.'
Draco stroked Hermione's soft hair as he thought things over. For a while he felt justified in his actions. Then he had a thought that wrenched his heart.
'She liked me that night before I told her how I felt. Perhaps I could have waited. She could have seen the light and left Weasley for me. Yes, she would have had all the disgusting Weasley residue.but she could have been mine somehow. This was too rash..'
' I want to be with her.now. I should have requested a curable potion from Father.' Draco had written to Lucius for the potion he gave to Hermione. He told him he wished to hurt a mudblood and he got it, no questions asked.
Draco suddenly got a fanatical glint in his eye. He grabbed one of Hemione's sheets as the following thought crossed his mind: 'I could finish her now. And then kill myself. Then I'd be with her forever.and Weasley would be alone.' In Draco's half crazed mind this sounded like a perfect plan.
Draco slowly took out his wand, and then a quill he kept in his pocket. He simply said "Dagerife" and transfigured his quill into a long, sharp knife. He had always been good at transfiguration. He watched as the sleek surface reflected the lights of the room, which made part of the silvery metal into a rainbow pattern.
He bent down and laid a gentle kiss on Hermione's almost dead lips. His flaxen hair fell over his eyes as he bent over her. He kissed her cheeks and forehead afterward with a furious passion. Then he whispered, not tenderly but almost violently, "I love you."
Draco stood up straight and then moved his raised his weapon and pointed at Hermione's throat. Nervous tension ran through his veins. He took a deep breath and was about to slash her throat before cutting his wrist.until he caught his reflection in the metal. He saw the hesitant look in his cloudy eyes and the single tear that fell from his eye. He gasped. Then, he paced backwards away from Hermione and shakily dropped the knife onto the floor.
He was breathing heavily as he analyzed himself. Draco had done much evil in his six years at Hogwarts, but this was the first that made his blood run cold. He was able to get a hold of himself and transfigure the knife back into the quill and place it in his robe. He then stood still, listening to his fast breathing and finally said-
"I don't want to die."
Draco realized he had been lingering for a while, and that he may be caught with Hermione, which would not be good at all.
He placed a kiss on her heated forehead and exited the hospital wing and thought-
'She didn't want to die either.'
Ron ran quickly into the Hospital Wing so he would not waste another second that could be used to cure Hermione. He was in such a rush that he did not notice the swinging door was slowly swinging back and forth, as it does when someone has recently exited it.
Ron trotted to his usual seat by Hermione's bed and looked over her. He breathing was even shallower than it had been before he left.
She was so sickly, yet Ron thought she was as beautiful as ever. He knew he would still think she was lovely when they were old and gray together. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized that if he did not act soon, he would never see her old and gray!
Ron took his water glass from the table next to him and held it in front of him. The task he was to do was a strange one indeed, but a lot of magic was. Doubt ran through his mind; how was he to fill a glass with his own tears? Could it even be done? Despite those thoughts Ron knew that failure was not an option.
An understanding of the pressure that faced Harry began to seep into his brain. Everyone practically depended on Harry to save the world, when he was simply a sixteen-year-old boy trying to make it through school. He felt this same pressure in saving Hermione, except in Ron's mind Hermione's life was more important than all of the other lives on the planet.
Ron felt the emotion he held deep inside heart, throbbing to be unleashed. He did not even realize that he had tears seeping from his eyes and rolling down his freckled skin, into the glass he held below his face. He was lost in his thoughts of his past, present and future.
What if Hermione never did wake? Or what if her body lived but her special mind was gone? She could do so much in her life; it would be a tragedy.
Ron did not know why but his mind ventured to the things he had and Hermione had not experienced.particularly the type of 'love' they had never shared with one another. He was almost ashamed at the fact that his mind dwelled on such a topic. But, then he thought of the wonderful things that could lead to. He felt a small stabbing of joy at the thought of a he and Hermione married. Then, he pictured some freckled skin children with bushy red hair and a book in their hands. What would he do if they never came into living?
His body shook with a small sob, and then he looked down at the glass and was shocked at what he saw. Why, it was already almost halfway full!
'It is possible! This really can work!' he told himself.
He glanced at her figure on the bed, and took her small hand before continuing. All it took was simple thoughts; hopes for the future and memories of the past, to bring tears to his eyes. They were tears of sadness and tears of hope and love.
'The rate of my crying is almost unmanly!" thought Ron.
As Ron sat there, Harry and Ginny entered the wing. They stopped right when they entered and took in the sight before them. Ron, sitting in a chair, holding Hermione's hand and catching his tears with a glass.
Ginny glanced up at Harry with a worried look in her eyes.
"Harry, I think he's finally lost it!"
Harry's thoughts were along the same lines. This was a strange sight to walk in on. He squeezed Ginny's hand and decided to try to catch Ron's attention.
"um.Ron what are you doing. Can we help you with anything?"
Ron jumped at his voice and then spun around with an angry look drawn on his weary features. He did not need their interruption. He needed them out!
"Get the hell outta here! Can't the two of you leave a guy alone?"
"Ron, you don't look well. We just want to help you!"
"GET OUT!!!" Ron may have been weak and grieving, but he screamed as powerfully as he ever did in one of his fights with Hermione.
Harry and Ginny were quite shocked. Ginny was considerably frightened of Ron at the moment, so she exited the wing, pulling Harry after her.
Ron sighed when they left. He felt bad for acting so harshly, but he was so close.
"I'll explain it to them later."
He then repeated his anthem of images in his head.
'Hermione laughing.Hermione reading.Hermione concentrating at the chess when attempting to defeat him.that fateful day on the train when she told him he had dirt on his nose.the nervous look on her face after she first kissed him.'
Ron felt a trickle of liquid run down the hand holding the glass and looked down and saw that it was full. He breathed in sharply and then looked up. This was it.
He sat the full beaker on the table next to him and then stood and walked closer to Hermione's bed. He needed to lift her up so she could drink. He carefully put one of his hands under he shoulder and brought her into a sitting position. As he lifted her, he winced when her shallow breathing turned into a slight wheezing. He laced his arm around both shoulders to keep her in an upright position. Then with his free arm he reached for the cup, which held his grief, happiness, love and passion. His cobalt eyes pierced he face intensely before he placed the cup to her lips.
'As long as you love me half as much as I love you, you'll live.' He said to himself.
Ron took a deep breath and said-
"I love you with all my heart."
He parted her lips and then poured the liquid into her mouth and tilted her head back so she could swallow.
And then.
Authors Note: Review to discover the results! Thanks to all who have!