Harder To Breathe
By Samantha Turner
Chapter One
I saw Granger's eyes roll into the back of her head, and swiftly stepped behind her, just in time to catch her, keeping her from falling onto the wet pavement. I struggled with her seemingly lifeless form until Potter finally came to my rescue.
"I'll take her." He said, glaring at me.
"Thank gods!" I replied, shoving her roughly into his arms. I watched him struggle to keep her from falling with amusment.
"Draco!" I heard someone call behind me. I turned my head slightly and saw Professor Snape aproaching me.
"Yes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I need to talk to you." He put his hand on my shoulder and steered me off into the rain, away from Potter and Granger.
I glared at Snape. "You can't make me."
"Yes, I can." His oily voice slipped over me, making my anger increase. "Your Mothers run off, Fathers in Azkaban, therefore I am your legal Guardian now, and can make you do whatever I damn well please."
"But-"
"No but's, Draco. Now get in there and work your magic." He gave me one of his tight, "I'm-such-and-asshole-and-know-it" smiles.
I glared at him one last time, wishing breifly that looks could kill. I then forced myself to walk into the blindingly white hospitale room. I forced and froze a smile onto my face. I looked over at Granger, she was huddled up, a haunted look had warped her face into something that looked tragically beautiful.
I sat down next to her bed.
"Hello, Hermione."
I quickly snapped out of my reverie. I pulled my sheet and knees up higher to my chest.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I croaked out painfully. The screams that has tore themselves from my mouth last night had left my throat feeling like sandpaper.
"I just came to talk." He said, smiling at me, or shall I say, forcing a smile at me.
"No." I said. I glared leathally at him.
"No, what?" he asked.
"No, I won't talk about it." I could hear my voice rising slightly in pitch., "I don't want to."
"Why's that?" He asked again. He leaned forward slightly, a strand of white blonde hair fell into his eyes. It took all my self control not to just simply, brush it away.
"I want to forget it." I hissed.
"But Hermione," he said, my name rolled off his tongue like ice. I shivered. "The ministry needs to know what happened."
"The ministry can go to hell." I spat.
"Hermione," He repeated my name through clenched teeth. "The rest of the wizarding world depends on the information that you could possibly give, now you need to tell us willingly or Fudge is going to order our dear Potions Master out there to give you Veritaserum, and force it out of you."
I stayed silent.
"Hermione."
I still didn't speak.
He finally got up from the chair next to my bed, with a frustrated sigh I heard him leave, closing the door with a small click.
The tears quickly came unbidden to my eyes. I rested my head on my knees.
'Oh Mum,' I thought bitterly. 'Why didn't you run with me?'