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as much as I am. My only notice is that once Hermione and Draco go to the
convention, I'm upping my rating to R. Just in case. Well, enough of me.
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~*)*~ Chapter Five: Emotional Pain ~*(*~
The first hints of morning were showing, and Hermione lay half-asleep on the couch. Her body was resting but her mind was still awake. Malfoy still hadn't returned from his visit with Dumbledore. She was kinda worried, even though she wanted to pummel him. She knew the only way that she would ever fall asleep was if she knew that he was safe and in the tower. She also knew that she was pathetic. She was slowly realizing, no matter hard she tried not to notice, that her little schoolgirl was more than that. Her affections were real. She completely had a crush on Draco Malfoy.
Maybe he could solve her problems.
Maybe he liked her, too
Maybe she was falling for him.
Maybe she was delusional.
Yes. That must be it. She needed to get to Madam Pomfrey. She was delusional, her back was killing her, her arms were swelling, and she was just plain tired. Hermione slowly rose from the sofa that she laid on. The room spun slightly as she struggled to gain her balance back. Once that was done, she took a tentative step towards the door. The pain from walking made her cry out slightly. She took another step. Each step was like another curse straight to her heart. Hermione was determined to make it to the clinic, no matter what the pain. As she came closer to the door, the room began swimming. She barely just saw the door open when she crumpled and fell to the floor as her world went black.
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Malfoy opened the door to see Hermione standing for a split second. She started to fall as she reached out to catch her. Once she was safely in his arms, he looked at her face and saw that she had passed out. "Professor," Draco cried, "we need to get Her- I mean, Granger to Madam Pomfrey!"
Dumbledore, who was standing behind Malfoy, said, "Gather her up, and we will go." Draco picked up her lifeless body, and they headed swiftly towards Madam Pomfrey's office. The clinic was a good five-minute walk away, and Hermione weighed against him heavily. He knew she was skinny, but she was dead weight. Malfoy and Dumbledore walked to the clinic in silence.
When they arrived, Madam Pomfrey opened the door and quickly told Malfoy to set Hermione down on the nearest hospital bed. Dumbledore took Madam Pomfrey into her office and started to explain the situation to her as Malfoy watched over Hermione.
He could see the ugly bruises on her arms. He traced them with his finger in disbelief. How could he have hurt her the way he did? Hot tears fell down his face as he saw the faint outline of a hand on her face. He traced that as well. He couldn't believe what he had done to this girl. Hermione Granger didn't deserve what he had done. He was ashamed. This girl was a bright, talented girl, regardless of her blood. He knew that. Hell, he wanted to be her.
Maybe he just wanted her.
Either way, he knew that Hermione was NOT an average girl, regardless of blood, age, skin, whatever. He stepped away from her, and prepared to leave this emotional sight when Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey re-entered the room.
The elderly nurse evaluated Hermione's health quickly and urgently. "Oh, dear. This is very bad. I have some potions I can try to use for her, but she's out cold. I can only hope that you brought her to me in time. If she doesn't recover in the next few days, she may have to go to St. Mungo's. But, alas, it's time for you to get ready to go to breakfast. Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that the real events of last night are confidential. I will be telling the students that she fell and bumped her head on the table. Please do come back soon, though. Good day," she said, waving Malfoy out the door.
Malfoy stepped outside the clinic and ran his way to his room.
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The classes that day passed quickly for everybody except for Malfoy. Teachers and students pestered him with questions pertaining to the whereabouts of one Hermione Granger. His answer to their question, "Why is she not here today, Mr. Malfoy?" was always the same.
"She was up late doing homework. She slid on a piece of parchment that was on the ground, fell and hit her head on the table pretty hard, so she's in the hospital wing." He said it in almost a monotone voice. It was very annoying to answer the same question with the same lie eight trillion times, but it was better than telling the truth.
He was extremely happy once it was time for dinner. He ate quickly, not speaking with any of his friends, and ran to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey said that she improved, and she'll come out on unconsciousness soon, but she looked the same to him.
She was ghostly pale, and her bruises on her arms were black, blue, purple and green. It angered him to see that he could do nothing to help her. He caused her this, so he thought that he should be able to help her.
When looking at her bruises, he always gently traced them with his fingertips, letting tears fall down his grief-stricken face. He was happy to see that the hand mark on her perfect face was fading more. After he had enough of crying, he kissed her forehead and left, heading somberly to the common room.
He worked his way through the homework, not comprehending what he was doing. He was aware that he would most likely get low marks on the assignments, but he didn't care. Once finished, he slowly walked to his bedroom.
He changed into pajamas, and flung himself onto the bed, letting sleep swallow him whole. He was emotionally and physically drained. Before he slept, he looked at his clock and sighed. It was 8:30PM, and he felt like he had lived through four days in the time he had been awake.
His sleep was not that great. He had nightmares, horrible nightmares, that involved both Hermione and himself. He dreamt that she died because of him, and he was sent away to Azkaban, crying shamefully at what he had done.
He woke up feeling more exhausted than he did the night before. He slowly dragged himself out of bed, and took a long, hot shower, missing breakfast completely. He changed into his school robes, grabbed his books, and went to class.
That day, and the next day, followed the same routine as it had before. On the third night, Malfoy did not go to sleep as early, but was tortured by worry. Was she ever going to wake? Would he ever be able to truly apologize?
He cried himself to sleep, fearing her health.
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Yay! Another chapter completed! I think I put a lot of emotion in Malfoy this time. Does he seem too emotional for you guys? Let me know, OK? I absolutely LOVE getting your replies, it makes me feel sooooo loved! U should thank Elyse for pestering me every three seconds to update. He he. Sorry it took so long!!! I still love you guys!!!
Gracias! to all my reviewers. I luv you much.
Jealous? Then review!!!!!!
Luv ya, **Liz**
~*)*~ Chapter Five: Emotional Pain ~*(*~
The first hints of morning were showing, and Hermione lay half-asleep on the couch. Her body was resting but her mind was still awake. Malfoy still hadn't returned from his visit with Dumbledore. She was kinda worried, even though she wanted to pummel him. She knew the only way that she would ever fall asleep was if she knew that he was safe and in the tower. She also knew that she was pathetic. She was slowly realizing, no matter hard she tried not to notice, that her little schoolgirl was more than that. Her affections were real. She completely had a crush on Draco Malfoy.
Maybe he could solve her problems.
Maybe he liked her, too
Maybe she was falling for him.
Maybe she was delusional.
Yes. That must be it. She needed to get to Madam Pomfrey. She was delusional, her back was killing her, her arms were swelling, and she was just plain tired. Hermione slowly rose from the sofa that she laid on. The room spun slightly as she struggled to gain her balance back. Once that was done, she took a tentative step towards the door. The pain from walking made her cry out slightly. She took another step. Each step was like another curse straight to her heart. Hermione was determined to make it to the clinic, no matter what the pain. As she came closer to the door, the room began swimming. She barely just saw the door open when she crumpled and fell to the floor as her world went black.
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Malfoy opened the door to see Hermione standing for a split second. She started to fall as she reached out to catch her. Once she was safely in his arms, he looked at her face and saw that she had passed out. "Professor," Draco cried, "we need to get Her- I mean, Granger to Madam Pomfrey!"
Dumbledore, who was standing behind Malfoy, said, "Gather her up, and we will go." Draco picked up her lifeless body, and they headed swiftly towards Madam Pomfrey's office. The clinic was a good five-minute walk away, and Hermione weighed against him heavily. He knew she was skinny, but she was dead weight. Malfoy and Dumbledore walked to the clinic in silence.
When they arrived, Madam Pomfrey opened the door and quickly told Malfoy to set Hermione down on the nearest hospital bed. Dumbledore took Madam Pomfrey into her office and started to explain the situation to her as Malfoy watched over Hermione.
He could see the ugly bruises on her arms. He traced them with his finger in disbelief. How could he have hurt her the way he did? Hot tears fell down his face as he saw the faint outline of a hand on her face. He traced that as well. He couldn't believe what he had done to this girl. Hermione Granger didn't deserve what he had done. He was ashamed. This girl was a bright, talented girl, regardless of her blood. He knew that. Hell, he wanted to be her.
Maybe he just wanted her.
Either way, he knew that Hermione was NOT an average girl, regardless of blood, age, skin, whatever. He stepped away from her, and prepared to leave this emotional sight when Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey re-entered the room.
The elderly nurse evaluated Hermione's health quickly and urgently. "Oh, dear. This is very bad. I have some potions I can try to use for her, but she's out cold. I can only hope that you brought her to me in time. If she doesn't recover in the next few days, she may have to go to St. Mungo's. But, alas, it's time for you to get ready to go to breakfast. Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that the real events of last night are confidential. I will be telling the students that she fell and bumped her head on the table. Please do come back soon, though. Good day," she said, waving Malfoy out the door.
Malfoy stepped outside the clinic and ran his way to his room.
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The classes that day passed quickly for everybody except for Malfoy. Teachers and students pestered him with questions pertaining to the whereabouts of one Hermione Granger. His answer to their question, "Why is she not here today, Mr. Malfoy?" was always the same.
"She was up late doing homework. She slid on a piece of parchment that was on the ground, fell and hit her head on the table pretty hard, so she's in the hospital wing." He said it in almost a monotone voice. It was very annoying to answer the same question with the same lie eight trillion times, but it was better than telling the truth.
He was extremely happy once it was time for dinner. He ate quickly, not speaking with any of his friends, and ran to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey said that she improved, and she'll come out on unconsciousness soon, but she looked the same to him.
She was ghostly pale, and her bruises on her arms were black, blue, purple and green. It angered him to see that he could do nothing to help her. He caused her this, so he thought that he should be able to help her.
When looking at her bruises, he always gently traced them with his fingertips, letting tears fall down his grief-stricken face. He was happy to see that the hand mark on her perfect face was fading more. After he had enough of crying, he kissed her forehead and left, heading somberly to the common room.
He worked his way through the homework, not comprehending what he was doing. He was aware that he would most likely get low marks on the assignments, but he didn't care. Once finished, he slowly walked to his bedroom.
He changed into pajamas, and flung himself onto the bed, letting sleep swallow him whole. He was emotionally and physically drained. Before he slept, he looked at his clock and sighed. It was 8:30PM, and he felt like he had lived through four days in the time he had been awake.
His sleep was not that great. He had nightmares, horrible nightmares, that involved both Hermione and himself. He dreamt that she died because of him, and he was sent away to Azkaban, crying shamefully at what he had done.
He woke up feeling more exhausted than he did the night before. He slowly dragged himself out of bed, and took a long, hot shower, missing breakfast completely. He changed into his school robes, grabbed his books, and went to class.
That day, and the next day, followed the same routine as it had before. On the third night, Malfoy did not go to sleep as early, but was tortured by worry. Was she ever going to wake? Would he ever be able to truly apologize?
He cried himself to sleep, fearing her health.
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Yay! Another chapter completed! I think I put a lot of emotion in Malfoy this time. Does he seem too emotional for you guys? Let me know, OK? I absolutely LOVE getting your replies, it makes me feel sooooo loved! U should thank Elyse for pestering me every three seconds to update. He he. Sorry it took so long!!! I still love you guys!!!
Gracias! to all my reviewers. I luv you much.
Jealous? Then review!!!!!!
Luv ya, **Liz**