Harder To Breathe
By Samantha Turner
Chapter Four
I stared ublinkingly at Malfoy. I watch him shift from side to side nervously. I found it more un-nerving, then comforting.
"What is it, Malfoy?" I finally asked. His gaze still lingered on the ground, leaving me with cold feeling inside.
"Malfoy." I repeated, my voice came out as a whisper. He finally looked up. His crystaline orbs met mine, making my breath hitch painfully.
"We know why he's after you." He whispered. My heart began to beat faster. I felt myself start to tremble as I broke into a cold sweat.
"Why is he?" I finally managed to ask.
He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came was a battered sigh. His eyes bore sympathy for me.
I began to panic.
"Malfoy!" I shrieked, "Tell me!"
"Hermione..." He began, but stopped.
"What? Why is he after me?" I asked again, my voice far above it's normal pitch. "Tell me..."
I watched her run a hand through her hair, then she sprung up onto her knees. She doubled up slightly, as if she had a stomach ache, her eyes frozen on me. I suddenly felt afraid. Everyone kept saying she was mentally unstable, that the death of her parents may have left her slightly unhinged, but I had never believed any of it.
That was, untill now.
"Tell me!" She shrieked again. Her breathing became more rapid.
"He's develped a bit of a, how shall I say this..."
"Just say it." She growled.
"Obsession with you." I finished. My voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" She snapped. She suddenly straightened up, all her muscles stiffening.
"He's developed...." I began, but was cut off when she leapt on top of me. I was slammed backwards into the one way mirror. Her face drew close to my neck, I could feel her breathing on me.
"So your saying," She hissed, "That my parents died just because Voldermort has a crush on me?"
I'll tell you, I've never feared more for my life then I did at that moment. I honestly thought it was the end.
Just then, the door flew open, out of the corner of my eye I saw Snape rush in, two male healers at his heels.
Hermione was then pried off of me, she struggled, snarling and yelling obsenities the whole way. The healers finally managed to force her into her bed. Straps magically appeared, binding her down.
"You bastards!" She shrieked, she fought against the straps as if they burned her. "Let me go!"
"Stupify!" One of the healers yelled, pointing his wand at her. A flash of blue light washed over her, she stopped struggling. Her head lolled unpleasantly to the side.
"Draco, are you alright?" Snape asked from beside me. I jumped, I had completely forgotten he was there.
"Yeah," I choked out, running a hand through my hair. "I think so."