Never Say Never
Chapter 5 - Take Me Away
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is the queen, I am just the little servant who writes for her =)
Hermione's POV
I screamed. Forgetting my earlier vow to never moan or scream in pain, I screamed with all my heart, letting all the stress that was beginning to build up within my body slide away, closing my eyes and defiantly concentrating on pushing the frightening picture of Lord Voldemort out of my mind.
My brow was furrowed and my fists clenched in tight little balls, my mind willing him to disappear from my mind. Soon, the pain was starting to subside and even the outline of Lord Voldemort was beginning to waver; though I could still hear his mirthless laugh once again together with a strange hissing escaping from his mouth.
'You will not be forgiven.' He hissed, eyes gleaming like rubies before he vanished in a flash. I collapsed, tears streaming down my face in rivulets and fierce sobbing racked my ribs, making it hard for me to breathe.
Lord Voldemort had been speaking Parseltongue. And I had understood it. I shook my head in frustration as realization began to dawn on me, was I a Parselmouth too?
Then another question entered my mind, 'Why could I see him in my mind's eye?' It was all too strange, combined with the piercing pain, dark dreams and my strange new ability to read Malfoy's mind.
I continued to cry, hugging myself in an effort to calm myself down. 'It's gonna be alright. . .' I thought to myself reassuringly, 'It's gonna be just fine. . .'
But my mind was spinning and a loud pounding had taken place in my ears, the world began to swirl out of focus, and the split second before I began to slip into oblivion, I saw what seemed to be an angel coming to take me away. . .
Draco's POV
"Oh god!" I yelled again, looking at Granger lying lifeless on the burgundy red carpet with an odd smile still playing on her lips. So, it was her who had screamed. I grimaced, quickly thinking about what I had to do to help her, and the only thing that I could think of was taking her straight to the Hospital Wing again.
I bent down and gingerly stroked her face, hoping that she would wake up, but not a muscle twitched in her whole body.
"Damn." I cursed under my breath as I tentatively picked her up, astonished that she was extremely light. 'Well, at least she won't exactly be a burden to get to the Hospital Wing.' I grinned as I remembered how last year, during a Care of Magical Creatures lesson, Pansy had fainted dramatically and Hagrid demanded that I carry her up to Madam Pomfrey, and upon taking her into my arms, I had promptly fallen down, unable to withstand her weight, which had to be the same as an elephants!
But the grin soon disappeared from my mouth, when I saw Hermione still lying limply in my arms and the only rational thought in my mind was 'Run!'
So I ran. I ran with Hermione who was getting paler with every passing second in my arms, looking very frail. I frantically pushed past a group of Ravenclaw first years ignoring their looks of wonder in seeing Hermione in my arms, and soon I had arrived at the Hospital Wing, panting with exhaustion.
"Madam. . .Pomfrey. . ." I panted and she quickly came out and her mouth formed an 'o' shape in shock.
"Mr. Malfoy!" she gasped, looking at me horrified, "What did you do to her?!"
"Nothing!" I replied truthfully my eyes wide with concern, because after all, I was telling the truth. Madam Pomfrey looked at me disbelievingly and quickly took Hermione out of my arms relieving me of my task.
"I do not believe a single word of this." She muttered, before giving me a look of disdain, "Out."
"What?" I stammered feeling taken aback.
"Get out." She repeated icily after setting Hermione down onto a white hospital bed and starting to walk briskly to her office in search of a remedy for her patient.
"No, why should I? I'm staying here because I am worried for her." I stated firmly rushing into Madam Pomfrey's office and looking her straight in the eye.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is my last warning. Either get out, or I will call the Headmaster." She replied bluntly whilst quickly mixing two violet coloured liquids together and sprinkling a bit of some sort of powder on top of it before stirring it rapidly.
"I didn't curse her, or hurt her in any sort of way!" I spat out, "I found her like that and I took her straight here. Please let me stay, Madam Pomfrey, I am truly worried about her."
Madam Pomfrey snorted derisively and turned around to look at me with a strict air.
"A Slytherin worried over a Gryffindor student?" she said still stirring the concoction around in the beaker, "That's the most ridiculous thing that I've heard all year."
"Please, believe me Madam Pomfrey. Let me stay." I pleaded with her trailing after her as she strode back to Hermione's bed and set the beaker down on the bedside table with a soft clank. She continued to look me over as though checking to see if I was telling the truth and finally, after a few moments, she stated quietly,
"Very well, Mr. Malfoy. If you wish to stay, you may on the condition that you will not injure Miss Granger any further."
"But, I didn't -" I argued before Madam Pomfrey cut me off smoothly by saying,
"Hush Mr. Malfoy. Please go to the Staff common room to fetch Professor McGonagall, no doubt she will want to see how her student is doing."
I nodded dumbly and before I turned on my heel to leave, I cast another glance over Hermione's feeble body and strode briskly out of the Hospital Wing.
I continued to walk through the corridors searching for the common room and all the while, I was wondering to myself why I had saved her anyway. Wasn't it my ultimate wish for the Mudblood to be dead?
'Ah. . . but things have changed, you are starting to respect her.' Replied the annoying little voice in the back of my mind.
'I will never respect a Mudblood.' I thought stubbornly.
'Well, if you aren't respecting her, then you must be concerned for her.' Said the voice knowingly.
'Yes, I do admit that I was concerned for her. Though I don't know why, something must have moved in me that made me worried about her.' I thought slowly.
'Love?' I angrily pushed that thought away and set my mind back to my task of finding Professor McGonagall. But the image of Hermione lying spiritlessly on the stark white hospital bed could not be erased from my mind.
In my mind I could see her usually full red lips, now lightly coloured and bleeding a little from a cut in the skin which she must have made when she was biting herself, in a vague smile and her glowing skin was reduced to a dull pale hue. I shuddered at how emotionally and physically drained she seemed and sincerely hoped that by the time that I had found McGonagall, she would've woken up.
But suddenly I was standing in front of the two most detested people in my life, Potty and the Weasel. My mouth automatically formed a smirk and I sneered at them,
"What are you doing here?"
Potter looked murderously at me and snarled, "What did you do to Hermione?"
"Nothing!" I arranged my face into an innocent expression and looked earnestly back at the pair of them, "She was just lying looking dead on the floor near your common room so I took her to Madam Pomfrey straightaway."
"She's. . .in the Hospital Wing?!" stuttered Weasley incredulously, "Malfoy! Now you're really in for it!"
"Yes, Weasley, she is in the Hospital Wing. Honestly, what type of best friends are you?" I drawled, before snapping back to business, "Do you know the way to the Staff common room?"
"Yeah, I'll take you there, and Ron, you go to the Hospital Wing and look after Hermione." Replied Potter looking at the Weasel meaningfully and he quickly hurried off in the direction of the Hospital Wing leaving me and Potter standing in the dark corridor alone.
"We should get going, Madam Pomfrey wants me to find McGonagall quickly so she can see Granger." I said confidently and looked pointedly at The Wonder Boy.
"Right. Follow me Malfoy." Replied Potter coldly leading the way, twisting through many different corridors until we arrived a cleverly concealed door that blended into the colour scheme of the wall.
"This is it?" I stated wonderingly.
"Yes, Malfoy. Are you going in?" he replied coolly, motioning for me to knock. I smirked and rapped crisply on the mahogany door, and after a moment Professor Snape's leering face peered around the door, though it could not be any more welcome at the moment, and his face rearranged itself into a smile.
"Mr. Malfoy!" he exclaimed looking fairly surprised at seeing me, ". . . And Mr. Potter. What brings you here?"
"Professor Snape, I need to speak with Professor McGonagall." I said looking beyond Snape critically at what was called the 'Staff Common Room' truthfully, it seemed quite shabby but otherwise, it was quite cozy and inviting with a bright crackling fire and huge red, blue, green and yellow armchairs, presumably representing each house.
"Professor McGonagall?" repeated Snape slowly looking even more amazed, "Very well, I will ask her to speak with you, Mr. Malfoy." He retreated back into the common room and a few moments later he reappeared with a fairly disgruntled Professor McGonagall.
"Well, what is it Mr. Malfoy?" she snapped closing the door behind her as she stepped through the doorframe, looking strictly at Potter and me.
"It's. . .about Hermione Granger." At this her eyebrows rose and she looked suspiciously at me, not unlike the way that Madam Pomfrey had looked at me just an hour ago.
"Miss Granger?" she prompted, urging me to continue.
"Yes, I'm afraid that she's ended up in the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey wishes for you to see her." I continued. McGonagall heaved a small sigh and she started to walk quickly down the corridor her robes sweeping grandly after her.
"Come along Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, no doubt you both are also required to visit Miss Granger." She said heavily, beckoning us to follow her.
"One question Malfoy, why did you save her?" muttered Potter to me.
"Potter, honestly I don't know. Perhaps it's because of my good soul." I smirked at him sarcastically and out of agitation, I quickly overtook him and walked briskly in front of him, asking myself the same question over and over again.
'Why did my heart do somersaults every time I thought about Granger?'
Someone's thinking about Hermione a bit too much ^^, so what do you guys think of this chapter? Review review review! =) Thanks for your support psychohart
Chapter 5 - Take Me Away
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is the queen, I am just the little servant who writes for her =)
Hermione's POV
I screamed. Forgetting my earlier vow to never moan or scream in pain, I screamed with all my heart, letting all the stress that was beginning to build up within my body slide away, closing my eyes and defiantly concentrating on pushing the frightening picture of Lord Voldemort out of my mind.
My brow was furrowed and my fists clenched in tight little balls, my mind willing him to disappear from my mind. Soon, the pain was starting to subside and even the outline of Lord Voldemort was beginning to waver; though I could still hear his mirthless laugh once again together with a strange hissing escaping from his mouth.
'You will not be forgiven.' He hissed, eyes gleaming like rubies before he vanished in a flash. I collapsed, tears streaming down my face in rivulets and fierce sobbing racked my ribs, making it hard for me to breathe.
Lord Voldemort had been speaking Parseltongue. And I had understood it. I shook my head in frustration as realization began to dawn on me, was I a Parselmouth too?
Then another question entered my mind, 'Why could I see him in my mind's eye?' It was all too strange, combined with the piercing pain, dark dreams and my strange new ability to read Malfoy's mind.
I continued to cry, hugging myself in an effort to calm myself down. 'It's gonna be alright. . .' I thought to myself reassuringly, 'It's gonna be just fine. . .'
But my mind was spinning and a loud pounding had taken place in my ears, the world began to swirl out of focus, and the split second before I began to slip into oblivion, I saw what seemed to be an angel coming to take me away. . .
Draco's POV
"Oh god!" I yelled again, looking at Granger lying lifeless on the burgundy red carpet with an odd smile still playing on her lips. So, it was her who had screamed. I grimaced, quickly thinking about what I had to do to help her, and the only thing that I could think of was taking her straight to the Hospital Wing again.
I bent down and gingerly stroked her face, hoping that she would wake up, but not a muscle twitched in her whole body.
"Damn." I cursed under my breath as I tentatively picked her up, astonished that she was extremely light. 'Well, at least she won't exactly be a burden to get to the Hospital Wing.' I grinned as I remembered how last year, during a Care of Magical Creatures lesson, Pansy had fainted dramatically and Hagrid demanded that I carry her up to Madam Pomfrey, and upon taking her into my arms, I had promptly fallen down, unable to withstand her weight, which had to be the same as an elephants!
But the grin soon disappeared from my mouth, when I saw Hermione still lying limply in my arms and the only rational thought in my mind was 'Run!'
So I ran. I ran with Hermione who was getting paler with every passing second in my arms, looking very frail. I frantically pushed past a group of Ravenclaw first years ignoring their looks of wonder in seeing Hermione in my arms, and soon I had arrived at the Hospital Wing, panting with exhaustion.
"Madam. . .Pomfrey. . ." I panted and she quickly came out and her mouth formed an 'o' shape in shock.
"Mr. Malfoy!" she gasped, looking at me horrified, "What did you do to her?!"
"Nothing!" I replied truthfully my eyes wide with concern, because after all, I was telling the truth. Madam Pomfrey looked at me disbelievingly and quickly took Hermione out of my arms relieving me of my task.
"I do not believe a single word of this." She muttered, before giving me a look of disdain, "Out."
"What?" I stammered feeling taken aback.
"Get out." She repeated icily after setting Hermione down onto a white hospital bed and starting to walk briskly to her office in search of a remedy for her patient.
"No, why should I? I'm staying here because I am worried for her." I stated firmly rushing into Madam Pomfrey's office and looking her straight in the eye.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is my last warning. Either get out, or I will call the Headmaster." She replied bluntly whilst quickly mixing two violet coloured liquids together and sprinkling a bit of some sort of powder on top of it before stirring it rapidly.
"I didn't curse her, or hurt her in any sort of way!" I spat out, "I found her like that and I took her straight here. Please let me stay, Madam Pomfrey, I am truly worried about her."
Madam Pomfrey snorted derisively and turned around to look at me with a strict air.
"A Slytherin worried over a Gryffindor student?" she said still stirring the concoction around in the beaker, "That's the most ridiculous thing that I've heard all year."
"Please, believe me Madam Pomfrey. Let me stay." I pleaded with her trailing after her as she strode back to Hermione's bed and set the beaker down on the bedside table with a soft clank. She continued to look me over as though checking to see if I was telling the truth and finally, after a few moments, she stated quietly,
"Very well, Mr. Malfoy. If you wish to stay, you may on the condition that you will not injure Miss Granger any further."
"But, I didn't -" I argued before Madam Pomfrey cut me off smoothly by saying,
"Hush Mr. Malfoy. Please go to the Staff common room to fetch Professor McGonagall, no doubt she will want to see how her student is doing."
I nodded dumbly and before I turned on my heel to leave, I cast another glance over Hermione's feeble body and strode briskly out of the Hospital Wing.
I continued to walk through the corridors searching for the common room and all the while, I was wondering to myself why I had saved her anyway. Wasn't it my ultimate wish for the Mudblood to be dead?
'Ah. . . but things have changed, you are starting to respect her.' Replied the annoying little voice in the back of my mind.
'I will never respect a Mudblood.' I thought stubbornly.
'Well, if you aren't respecting her, then you must be concerned for her.' Said the voice knowingly.
'Yes, I do admit that I was concerned for her. Though I don't know why, something must have moved in me that made me worried about her.' I thought slowly.
'Love?' I angrily pushed that thought away and set my mind back to my task of finding Professor McGonagall. But the image of Hermione lying spiritlessly on the stark white hospital bed could not be erased from my mind.
In my mind I could see her usually full red lips, now lightly coloured and bleeding a little from a cut in the skin which she must have made when she was biting herself, in a vague smile and her glowing skin was reduced to a dull pale hue. I shuddered at how emotionally and physically drained she seemed and sincerely hoped that by the time that I had found McGonagall, she would've woken up.
But suddenly I was standing in front of the two most detested people in my life, Potty and the Weasel. My mouth automatically formed a smirk and I sneered at them,
"What are you doing here?"
Potter looked murderously at me and snarled, "What did you do to Hermione?"
"Nothing!" I arranged my face into an innocent expression and looked earnestly back at the pair of them, "She was just lying looking dead on the floor near your common room so I took her to Madam Pomfrey straightaway."
"She's. . .in the Hospital Wing?!" stuttered Weasley incredulously, "Malfoy! Now you're really in for it!"
"Yes, Weasley, she is in the Hospital Wing. Honestly, what type of best friends are you?" I drawled, before snapping back to business, "Do you know the way to the Staff common room?"
"Yeah, I'll take you there, and Ron, you go to the Hospital Wing and look after Hermione." Replied Potter looking at the Weasel meaningfully and he quickly hurried off in the direction of the Hospital Wing leaving me and Potter standing in the dark corridor alone.
"We should get going, Madam Pomfrey wants me to find McGonagall quickly so she can see Granger." I said confidently and looked pointedly at The Wonder Boy.
"Right. Follow me Malfoy." Replied Potter coldly leading the way, twisting through many different corridors until we arrived a cleverly concealed door that blended into the colour scheme of the wall.
"This is it?" I stated wonderingly.
"Yes, Malfoy. Are you going in?" he replied coolly, motioning for me to knock. I smirked and rapped crisply on the mahogany door, and after a moment Professor Snape's leering face peered around the door, though it could not be any more welcome at the moment, and his face rearranged itself into a smile.
"Mr. Malfoy!" he exclaimed looking fairly surprised at seeing me, ". . . And Mr. Potter. What brings you here?"
"Professor Snape, I need to speak with Professor McGonagall." I said looking beyond Snape critically at what was called the 'Staff Common Room' truthfully, it seemed quite shabby but otherwise, it was quite cozy and inviting with a bright crackling fire and huge red, blue, green and yellow armchairs, presumably representing each house.
"Professor McGonagall?" repeated Snape slowly looking even more amazed, "Very well, I will ask her to speak with you, Mr. Malfoy." He retreated back into the common room and a few moments later he reappeared with a fairly disgruntled Professor McGonagall.
"Well, what is it Mr. Malfoy?" she snapped closing the door behind her as she stepped through the doorframe, looking strictly at Potter and me.
"It's. . .about Hermione Granger." At this her eyebrows rose and she looked suspiciously at me, not unlike the way that Madam Pomfrey had looked at me just an hour ago.
"Miss Granger?" she prompted, urging me to continue.
"Yes, I'm afraid that she's ended up in the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey wishes for you to see her." I continued. McGonagall heaved a small sigh and she started to walk quickly down the corridor her robes sweeping grandly after her.
"Come along Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, no doubt you both are also required to visit Miss Granger." She said heavily, beckoning us to follow her.
"One question Malfoy, why did you save her?" muttered Potter to me.
"Potter, honestly I don't know. Perhaps it's because of my good soul." I smirked at him sarcastically and out of agitation, I quickly overtook him and walked briskly in front of him, asking myself the same question over and over again.
'Why did my heart do somersaults every time I thought about Granger?'
Someone's thinking about Hermione a bit too much ^^, so what do you guys think of this chapter? Review review review! =) Thanks for your support psychohart