Hermione stood alone in the hallway, looking around. No one was
there, and she took a deep breath. Walking slowly and quietly, she went off
towards the hospital wing. When she entered through the large doors, she
looked around the large room, examining the beds. She saw one with a
curtain up around it, and she quietly walked over to it, walking around the
curtain. Felicity Dawson lay there, looking pale and fragile. A large
assortment of flowers were arranged in a vase on the bedside table, along
with cards and letters from fellow classmates. A chair was sitting beside
the bed, obviously the one Draco sat in every time he went there, holding
her hand, praying for her to wake up.
Hermione stepped carefully around the bed, and lowered herself into the chair. The room was quiet and still, and Hermione examined the cards on the bedside table before looking back at Felicity. "I'm very sorry, Felicity," Hermione whispered softly. "I've hated you all this time and I never even knew you." Hermione swallowed. "Jealousy is a horrible thing. It can make people believe things that are only assumptions- make them believe that the only thing that is right is what they are thinking. My jealousy of you made me believe you were a cruel and hateful person- when you really weren't. That's why I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never got to know you for who you really were."
Hermione reached out and gently touched Felicity's cold hand. "I really am sorry." There was a sudden noise, and Hermione looked up. Her heart stopped for a split second when she found herself staring into the blood-shot eyes of Draco Malfoy. He was carrying a few notes and cards from other students, and his usual batch of flowers. Hermione sat in a stunned silence, not knowing what to say or do. "Dra-Malfoy- I..." "Don't bother explaining, Granger," Draco said softly as he walked around the bed and put the cards and flowers on the bedside table. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. "You aren't the first." Hermione looked over at him. "What'd'you mean?" "Potter's been here. So has Weasley. And a bunch of other Gryffindors." Hermione looked back over at Felicity, her chest slowly rising and falling. "All come to pay their respects, I suppose." Draco continued, looking dreadfully tired and depressed.
Hermione didn't say anything, for she could see the look in his eyes that said "I need someone to talk to." Hermione just sat quietly. And let him talk. "She's dying, you know," Draco said, his voice a monotone. "There's nothing anyone can do. Everyone is telling me to have faith- that she'll pull through. But they don't know. They don't know how it feels to see the girl you love dying. They have no idea." Hermione could hear the pain in his trembling voice. He was silent for a few awkward moments, and this is when she decided it best to talk. "You musn't think about that," she said, looking over at him. "Everyone is right. Have faith in her, believe in her and maybe, just maybe, she'll wake up. You've just got to believe, Draco." Hermione was stunned at her own words. She had never called him Draco before, and it seemed strange to her. But he had no reaction to it. He just continued staring at Felicity, not even blinking.
"You've got to get some rest," Hermione urged. "You look horrible." Draco waved her off. "I'm fine." "No, you must-" "I know how you feel about me, Hermione." Draco's words sent a chill through her. She was stunned both of how he had found out and how he had called her Hermione. "What'd'you mean?" "I know that you love me." Hermione swallowed. She felt her cheeks burn. "It's alright," Draco said. "I'm not going to make fun of you. Or call you a filthy mudblood. Or tell the entire school." Hermione just sat, taking in his words, filing them away into her memory. This moment was once in a lifetime. "Felicity taught me not to take love for granted- she told me never to judge someone you don't know." Hermione felt a knot tie in hre stomach. Felicity had told Draco exactly what Hermione was beginning to realize about Felicity. "She's right." Hermione looked over at him, studying his face. "You shouldn't."
***
Draco's lungs slammed shut. The entire room was quiet. The casket sat in the front of the dimly lit room, the top part of it raised. He walked shakily up to it, his eyes clouding with tears. A lifeless Felicity lay inside- her hands crossed gracefully at her waist, holding a single white lilly. Her hair fell over the white satin pillow, her heart-shaped face still and expressionless. A tear escaped Draco's eye and he quickly wiped it away. She wouldn't want him to be hurting like this. She'd said so in the final words she'd left for Draco in the letter. Draco leaned down and kissed her lips gently, the icy cold sting of death running through him as he did. The one girl he'd ever truly loved- gone. What was he going to do?
Hermione watched with tears in her eyes as Draco whispered something into Felicity's ear, another tear spilling from his eye. She had never seen him cry- much less show any emotion whatsoever in public. But this was something so horribly sad, she didn't blame him for having to hide his tearing eyes to avoid losing his tough-guy reputation. Hermione watched him as he walked away from the casket, walking out of the room. She saw Felicity's aunt and uncle in the corner, holding each other as they cried. They'd lost so much- their daughter, and now Felicity. Hermione's heart was filled with pain as she walked up to the casket, tears falling from her eyes like rain. "I'm sorry Felicity," she said softly. "I promise to take care of him for you."
~*~
Whoa- I am making MYSELF cry!
Yes, sadly, our beloved, sweet, kind, wonderful Felicity has left us. But what will Draco do now that she is gone? How will the school, her family, and especially Draco cope with her death?
Saaaaaad chapter- but, it teaches all of us something about life, doesn't it? Live each day as if it were your last, because one day, it will be. Never judge those you do not know. Sara
Hermione stepped carefully around the bed, and lowered herself into the chair. The room was quiet and still, and Hermione examined the cards on the bedside table before looking back at Felicity. "I'm very sorry, Felicity," Hermione whispered softly. "I've hated you all this time and I never even knew you." Hermione swallowed. "Jealousy is a horrible thing. It can make people believe things that are only assumptions- make them believe that the only thing that is right is what they are thinking. My jealousy of you made me believe you were a cruel and hateful person- when you really weren't. That's why I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never got to know you for who you really were."
Hermione reached out and gently touched Felicity's cold hand. "I really am sorry." There was a sudden noise, and Hermione looked up. Her heart stopped for a split second when she found herself staring into the blood-shot eyes of Draco Malfoy. He was carrying a few notes and cards from other students, and his usual batch of flowers. Hermione sat in a stunned silence, not knowing what to say or do. "Dra-Malfoy- I..." "Don't bother explaining, Granger," Draco said softly as he walked around the bed and put the cards and flowers on the bedside table. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. "You aren't the first." Hermione looked over at him. "What'd'you mean?" "Potter's been here. So has Weasley. And a bunch of other Gryffindors." Hermione looked back over at Felicity, her chest slowly rising and falling. "All come to pay their respects, I suppose." Draco continued, looking dreadfully tired and depressed.
Hermione didn't say anything, for she could see the look in his eyes that said "I need someone to talk to." Hermione just sat quietly. And let him talk. "She's dying, you know," Draco said, his voice a monotone. "There's nothing anyone can do. Everyone is telling me to have faith- that she'll pull through. But they don't know. They don't know how it feels to see the girl you love dying. They have no idea." Hermione could hear the pain in his trembling voice. He was silent for a few awkward moments, and this is when she decided it best to talk. "You musn't think about that," she said, looking over at him. "Everyone is right. Have faith in her, believe in her and maybe, just maybe, she'll wake up. You've just got to believe, Draco." Hermione was stunned at her own words. She had never called him Draco before, and it seemed strange to her. But he had no reaction to it. He just continued staring at Felicity, not even blinking.
"You've got to get some rest," Hermione urged. "You look horrible." Draco waved her off. "I'm fine." "No, you must-" "I know how you feel about me, Hermione." Draco's words sent a chill through her. She was stunned both of how he had found out and how he had called her Hermione. "What'd'you mean?" "I know that you love me." Hermione swallowed. She felt her cheeks burn. "It's alright," Draco said. "I'm not going to make fun of you. Or call you a filthy mudblood. Or tell the entire school." Hermione just sat, taking in his words, filing them away into her memory. This moment was once in a lifetime. "Felicity taught me not to take love for granted- she told me never to judge someone you don't know." Hermione felt a knot tie in hre stomach. Felicity had told Draco exactly what Hermione was beginning to realize about Felicity. "She's right." Hermione looked over at him, studying his face. "You shouldn't."
***
Draco's lungs slammed shut. The entire room was quiet. The casket sat in the front of the dimly lit room, the top part of it raised. He walked shakily up to it, his eyes clouding with tears. A lifeless Felicity lay inside- her hands crossed gracefully at her waist, holding a single white lilly. Her hair fell over the white satin pillow, her heart-shaped face still and expressionless. A tear escaped Draco's eye and he quickly wiped it away. She wouldn't want him to be hurting like this. She'd said so in the final words she'd left for Draco in the letter. Draco leaned down and kissed her lips gently, the icy cold sting of death running through him as he did. The one girl he'd ever truly loved- gone. What was he going to do?
Hermione watched with tears in her eyes as Draco whispered something into Felicity's ear, another tear spilling from his eye. She had never seen him cry- much less show any emotion whatsoever in public. But this was something so horribly sad, she didn't blame him for having to hide his tearing eyes to avoid losing his tough-guy reputation. Hermione watched him as he walked away from the casket, walking out of the room. She saw Felicity's aunt and uncle in the corner, holding each other as they cried. They'd lost so much- their daughter, and now Felicity. Hermione's heart was filled with pain as she walked up to the casket, tears falling from her eyes like rain. "I'm sorry Felicity," she said softly. "I promise to take care of him for you."
~*~
Whoa- I am making MYSELF cry!
Yes, sadly, our beloved, sweet, kind, wonderful Felicity has left us. But what will Draco do now that she is gone? How will the school, her family, and especially Draco cope with her death?
Saaaaaad chapter- but, it teaches all of us something about life, doesn't it? Live each day as if it were your last, because one day, it will be. Never judge those you do not know. Sara