A/N: Are you freakin' happy Justin? Thanks for still reading. There will probably only be like…two to five more chapters. So, here's Chapter 13. Love it, love it I say!
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Emerald Flame
Chapter 13
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****Draco's POV****
I opened my eyes and was immediately met with the piercing lights of the Hospital Wing and a weight on my chest. I tried to lift my head up, but found it to heavy for me to do so. I tried again after a second and was surprised to find Hermione sleeping with her head resting on my chest, her face streaked with long-dried tears. I lifted the one arm she wasn't pinning down and rested it on her head, gently stroking her hair. She shifted slightly and a new tear slipped between her closed eyelids and trailed halfway down her cheek before it fell and hit the blanket. I smiled slightly and continued stroking her hair until she finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. She stared at me for a split second, tears welling up in her eyes, before she threw herself at me and started sobbing on my shoulder.
"I'm okay, Hermione," I managed to say, my voice rough from not being used for a few days.
"I know," She pulled back and wiped her face, "I know."
It was then that I noticed a bandage along her cheek, right where I had seen her cut it when Weasel pushed her down. I trailed my finger along the bandage and raised an eyebrow at her.
"So did Weasel really jump of the tower after he ran out?" I asked. Hermione looked confused for a second, then her eyes widened.
"How…How do you--?" She looked utterly dumbstruck.
"It's too complicated to understand…" I smiled, "So did he?"
"No," Hermione sighed, "Although he -did- get a hold of a knife and carved his arm up pretty badly…"
"So why isn't he -here-?"
"He didn't want to be near you so he got Luna to patch him up."
"-Luna-?"
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"What about Harry? And Eliza? Are they okay?"
"Yeah," Hermione smirked slightly, "In fact, they've taken our place in the Room of Requirement."
"Well that's not fair…"
"But Eliza's using all her extra free time to come up with hybrids."
"Why?"
"So she can create a spell strong enough to defeat Voldemort as well as block the Killing Curse."
"Is she making progress?"
"I don't know…The only person she shares her progress with is Professor Snape."
"Snape?"
"Yes, Snape. Apparently, he knows a bit about hybrids as well."
"That's…disturbing…"
"Well, whatever saves us…"
"True…So do you know when I can get out of here?"
"The wound was pretty bad Draco…"
"That's not what I asked."
"I can't tell you, Draco. I truthfully don't know."
"Wait…Exactly -how- bad was the wound?"
Hermione sighed and reached under the bed, then pulled a huge jar filled with a red liquid.
"Is that…" I asked, trailing off when I realized what it was.
"It's all from you."
I pushed the blankets back and looked at my naked chest. I had about two inches of bandages, but blood -still- stained them. I winced slightly and pulled the blanket back up before looking back towards her. She placed the jar of my blood back on the floor and stared at it for a while before she slowly turned her gaze back to me.
"If Hagrid had found you a minute later you'd be…" She bit her bottom lip. She couldn't say it.
"Dead." I finished for her. She sobbed and nodded, her hair masking her face so I couldn't see the tears I knew were falling. I reached forward to brush them off, but was stopped when the door slammed open and Eliza was carried in. She was in full Quidditch uniform (she was the seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team) and her head was bleeding terribly. Harry was carrying her, one hand still clutching the Golden Snitch, and a look of fury on his face.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, standing up and rushing forward to help.
Harry shook his head, his eyes wide and his face pale. He looked from Hermione, to me, then back to the door he came in through before he walked forward and gently placed Eliza on the bed. A storm of swears suddenly started echoing through the room Harry had just came out of and a second later Ginny came in, covered with mud and in full Quidditch uniform much like Eliza and Harry.
"Those stupid, cowardly, sons of bi--" Ginny started to yell, but was cut off when Weasel suddenly appeared behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"What happened?!" Hermione asked again, getting frantic. Ron let go of Ginny and pushed her gently forward, causing the sleeve of his robes to fly back and reveal a layer of bandages wrapped around his left arm.
"Let her tell it," He said, glancing at me, then Hermione, "I have to go put the trophy up…"
"The Slytherins!" Ginny yelled once Weasel had walked out the door, "During the match they threw a huge load of curses and spells at our teams! They knocked Eliza off her broom for Christ's sake!"
"But they always do that…" Hermione said, glancing at Harry, who had gotten even paler.
"No, Hermione," Ginny sighed, "They threw some -serious- curses."
"You mean…"
"They sent the Unforgivable Spells."
"Is anyone hurt?"
"Hermione, Eliza is bleeding from the ears. What do you think?"
"I mean is anyone dead?"
"No, but all of the Slytherins are gone!"
"-All- of them?"
"Well, all of the ones who're in Voldemort's league left!"
"So that means four-fifths of the entire Slytherin house is gone?" I asked. Ginny let out a squeal and looked towards me.
"Oh, your awake!" She said, before nodding, "They planned the whole thing as well! Some were hiding under the seats for Christ's sake!"
"Oh my dear Lord…"
There was silence for a moment as Ginny finally calmed down.
"Well," She said, "Let's look at the bright side."
"What bright side?" I asked, laughing bitterly.
"We won the House Cup."
****Hermione's POV****
After two hours Eliza still hadn't regained consciousness. Draco had been able to stand, thus he had gone into the bathroom and gotten changed before coming out and waiting with us. Madam Pomfrey had been able to stop the blood gushing out of Eliza's ears, nose, and mouth, but hadn't been able to wake her up through the concussion. She stirred every few minutes, but other than that she showed no signs of waking up. Harry sat next to her bed, clutching her hand like I had done to Draco just minutes before., still incredibly pale. After an hour, Ginny, Draco, and I went down to get some food for Harry since he hadn't eaten all day. On the way down the stairs, Ginny started fuming again.
"Those stupid cowards!" She burst out, "They started casting right when Harry caught the Snitch!"
"How many people were hit?" Draco asked, "No one else went to the Hospital Wing."
"You're forgetting," I said, "There are two separate wards, one for minor cases and one for serious cases."
"Nine people got hit," Ginny said, "Luna, Terry, Dimitri, and Pietro from the Ravenclaw team and Colin, Dean, Andrew, and Jack from Gryffindor."
"And Eliza's the ninth."
"Yeah. D'you know why Harry's so torn up about it? Other than the fact that it's his girlfriend I mean?"
"Why?" Draco asked as we rounded the last corner before we reached the Great Hall. Ginny stopped us.
"One of the Slytherins threw the Killing Curse at him," She said, her expression changing to complete seriousness, "Eliza swerved in front of him and cast one of her hybrids. When it hit the Curse, it changed somehow, but it still kept coming, so she flew in front of it and took the hit for him.
"My God," Draco muttered as we started walking again, "She really -does- love him."
"Wait," I stopped them again, "She changed the Killing Curse?"
"Hey," Ginny stopped, suddenly realizing the potential this held, "Yeah…Yeah!"
"So we have a chance!" I yelled, feeling a smile creep up on my face.
"We have a chance!" Ginny chimed it, jumping up and down and punching the air.
"Yeah!" Draco laughed.
We started cheering loudly until Snape suddenly appeared behind us out of nowhere.
"What is going on here?" He asked coldly.
"Eliza changed the Killing Curse!" Ginny said happily.
"What?" Snape's expression changed faster than a light bulb blowing out.
We didn't bother answering him, we just turned and started running back the way we came. We needed to know -exactly- what that hybrid was made of as -soon- as she woke up. But the only problem was: what if she didn't wake up until it was too late?
A/N: Read, review, and love it….LOVE IT I SAY!!!!!!!!!! J/k. But seriously, review. I only got one for the last chapter and that was just because I have a friend reading this…Wait…I thought I had two…KATERS!!
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Emerald Flame
Chapter 13
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****Draco's POV****
I opened my eyes and was immediately met with the piercing lights of the Hospital Wing and a weight on my chest. I tried to lift my head up, but found it to heavy for me to do so. I tried again after a second and was surprised to find Hermione sleeping with her head resting on my chest, her face streaked with long-dried tears. I lifted the one arm she wasn't pinning down and rested it on her head, gently stroking her hair. She shifted slightly and a new tear slipped between her closed eyelids and trailed halfway down her cheek before it fell and hit the blanket. I smiled slightly and continued stroking her hair until she finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. She stared at me for a split second, tears welling up in her eyes, before she threw herself at me and started sobbing on my shoulder.
"I'm okay, Hermione," I managed to say, my voice rough from not being used for a few days.
"I know," She pulled back and wiped her face, "I know."
It was then that I noticed a bandage along her cheek, right where I had seen her cut it when Weasel pushed her down. I trailed my finger along the bandage and raised an eyebrow at her.
"So did Weasel really jump of the tower after he ran out?" I asked. Hermione looked confused for a second, then her eyes widened.
"How…How do you--?" She looked utterly dumbstruck.
"It's too complicated to understand…" I smiled, "So did he?"
"No," Hermione sighed, "Although he -did- get a hold of a knife and carved his arm up pretty badly…"
"So why isn't he -here-?"
"He didn't want to be near you so he got Luna to patch him up."
"-Luna-?"
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"What about Harry? And Eliza? Are they okay?"
"Yeah," Hermione smirked slightly, "In fact, they've taken our place in the Room of Requirement."
"Well that's not fair…"
"But Eliza's using all her extra free time to come up with hybrids."
"Why?"
"So she can create a spell strong enough to defeat Voldemort as well as block the Killing Curse."
"Is she making progress?"
"I don't know…The only person she shares her progress with is Professor Snape."
"Snape?"
"Yes, Snape. Apparently, he knows a bit about hybrids as well."
"That's…disturbing…"
"Well, whatever saves us…"
"True…So do you know when I can get out of here?"
"The wound was pretty bad Draco…"
"That's not what I asked."
"I can't tell you, Draco. I truthfully don't know."
"Wait…Exactly -how- bad was the wound?"
Hermione sighed and reached under the bed, then pulled a huge jar filled with a red liquid.
"Is that…" I asked, trailing off when I realized what it was.
"It's all from you."
I pushed the blankets back and looked at my naked chest. I had about two inches of bandages, but blood -still- stained them. I winced slightly and pulled the blanket back up before looking back towards her. She placed the jar of my blood back on the floor and stared at it for a while before she slowly turned her gaze back to me.
"If Hagrid had found you a minute later you'd be…" She bit her bottom lip. She couldn't say it.
"Dead." I finished for her. She sobbed and nodded, her hair masking her face so I couldn't see the tears I knew were falling. I reached forward to brush them off, but was stopped when the door slammed open and Eliza was carried in. She was in full Quidditch uniform (she was the seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team) and her head was bleeding terribly. Harry was carrying her, one hand still clutching the Golden Snitch, and a look of fury on his face.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, standing up and rushing forward to help.
Harry shook his head, his eyes wide and his face pale. He looked from Hermione, to me, then back to the door he came in through before he walked forward and gently placed Eliza on the bed. A storm of swears suddenly started echoing through the room Harry had just came out of and a second later Ginny came in, covered with mud and in full Quidditch uniform much like Eliza and Harry.
"Those stupid, cowardly, sons of bi--" Ginny started to yell, but was cut off when Weasel suddenly appeared behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"What happened?!" Hermione asked again, getting frantic. Ron let go of Ginny and pushed her gently forward, causing the sleeve of his robes to fly back and reveal a layer of bandages wrapped around his left arm.
"Let her tell it," He said, glancing at me, then Hermione, "I have to go put the trophy up…"
"The Slytherins!" Ginny yelled once Weasel had walked out the door, "During the match they threw a huge load of curses and spells at our teams! They knocked Eliza off her broom for Christ's sake!"
"But they always do that…" Hermione said, glancing at Harry, who had gotten even paler.
"No, Hermione," Ginny sighed, "They threw some -serious- curses."
"You mean…"
"They sent the Unforgivable Spells."
"Is anyone hurt?"
"Hermione, Eliza is bleeding from the ears. What do you think?"
"I mean is anyone dead?"
"No, but all of the Slytherins are gone!"
"-All- of them?"
"Well, all of the ones who're in Voldemort's league left!"
"So that means four-fifths of the entire Slytherin house is gone?" I asked. Ginny let out a squeal and looked towards me.
"Oh, your awake!" She said, before nodding, "They planned the whole thing as well! Some were hiding under the seats for Christ's sake!"
"Oh my dear Lord…"
There was silence for a moment as Ginny finally calmed down.
"Well," She said, "Let's look at the bright side."
"What bright side?" I asked, laughing bitterly.
"We won the House Cup."
****Hermione's POV****
After two hours Eliza still hadn't regained consciousness. Draco had been able to stand, thus he had gone into the bathroom and gotten changed before coming out and waiting with us. Madam Pomfrey had been able to stop the blood gushing out of Eliza's ears, nose, and mouth, but hadn't been able to wake her up through the concussion. She stirred every few minutes, but other than that she showed no signs of waking up. Harry sat next to her bed, clutching her hand like I had done to Draco just minutes before., still incredibly pale. After an hour, Ginny, Draco, and I went down to get some food for Harry since he hadn't eaten all day. On the way down the stairs, Ginny started fuming again.
"Those stupid cowards!" She burst out, "They started casting right when Harry caught the Snitch!"
"How many people were hit?" Draco asked, "No one else went to the Hospital Wing."
"You're forgetting," I said, "There are two separate wards, one for minor cases and one for serious cases."
"Nine people got hit," Ginny said, "Luna, Terry, Dimitri, and Pietro from the Ravenclaw team and Colin, Dean, Andrew, and Jack from Gryffindor."
"And Eliza's the ninth."
"Yeah. D'you know why Harry's so torn up about it? Other than the fact that it's his girlfriend I mean?"
"Why?" Draco asked as we rounded the last corner before we reached the Great Hall. Ginny stopped us.
"One of the Slytherins threw the Killing Curse at him," She said, her expression changing to complete seriousness, "Eliza swerved in front of him and cast one of her hybrids. When it hit the Curse, it changed somehow, but it still kept coming, so she flew in front of it and took the hit for him.
"My God," Draco muttered as we started walking again, "She really -does- love him."
"Wait," I stopped them again, "She changed the Killing Curse?"
"Hey," Ginny stopped, suddenly realizing the potential this held, "Yeah…Yeah!"
"So we have a chance!" I yelled, feeling a smile creep up on my face.
"We have a chance!" Ginny chimed it, jumping up and down and punching the air.
"Yeah!" Draco laughed.
We started cheering loudly until Snape suddenly appeared behind us out of nowhere.
"What is going on here?" He asked coldly.
"Eliza changed the Killing Curse!" Ginny said happily.
"What?" Snape's expression changed faster than a light bulb blowing out.
We didn't bother answering him, we just turned and started running back the way we came. We needed to know -exactly- what that hybrid was made of as -soon- as she woke up. But the only problem was: what if she didn't wake up until it was too late?
A/N: Read, review, and love it….LOVE IT I SAY!!!!!!!!!! J/k. But seriously, review. I only got one for the last chapter and that was just because I have a friend reading this…Wait…I thought I had two…KATERS!!