Chapter 13
Later that night, Draco awoke to light singing coming from the common room. When he walked down there, he saw Hermione sitting on the couch, watching the fire, and singing.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
Draco walked toward her, wanting to see her face as she sang.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
He heard he voice crack, and his charm vibrated loneliness and pain to him. It was as if he was feeling her heart break.
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine
He stood behind her, and when she turned to him, he whispered, "Please don't stop."
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
She couldn't think of anything else but the look in his eyes and the vibration of her charm. Sympathy, strength... even a friendly love. Was Draco Malfoy able to love like that? Hermione sighed and finished her song.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
"That was gorgeous, Hermione."
"Thanks. Sorry I woke you up. I couldn't sleep. My back is bothering me. Draco stepped around and sat on the couch. Draco wanted to hold her, to pull her close, but didn't, he couldn't. One, his father would kill him, and two; he was not quite sure about how he felt for her. She was a mud... muggle born, and if anything did happen, he feared for what his father would do to Hermione. But something nagged at him. Why did he care? Because of his oath to the Aleva-Reia? Malfoy's never broke an oath, a trait he was glad to posses. Still something didn't fit.
Hermione turned to see Draco staring off into space. She wanted to touch him, to feel his arms around her as they had been twice this weekend. "But I am not what he is looking for.' Suddenly, her charm flung his emotions to her. Protection, kindness. "It couldn't be.' Hermione gasped to herself. Draco Malfoy feeling love? Fear?
Draco felt Hermione's emotions at that moment too; a longing for some one so close, but so far. He turned to look Hermione straight in the eyes, and when she turned away, he placed his hand on the side of her cheek and moved it back to face him.
"Draco..." she whispered, and his heart flittered.
"I know you can take for yourself, but I feel... I feel like I have to protect you. Not because of an oath to the Aleva-Reia, but I feel like I have to keep you safe... I don't know why. When Hermione pulled away, he let her and continued. "I know you can't trust me right now, and there will come things that I have to do that might hurt you, but I will not hurt you if I can save it. If my father ever knew that I was watching over you, befriending you, I would be powerless. And he would hurt me yes, but I am more afraid of what he would do to you.
"Draco." Hermione stood, the mixture of her and Draco's emotions overloading her brain. "We should probably get to bed, Draco. Good night." She hurried up stairs, and Draco watched her go. Once he heard her door slam, he punched the table. 'I spill my guts to her and she walks away. Well fine then.' He walked to his room, and plopped into bed, not bothering to shut his door.
Harry, Ginny and Ron were worried, they hadn't seen Hermione at all on Sunday, and Monday's Breakfast was almost over. When they reached the Head's portrait, a griffon and a dragon talking constantly, the spoke the password Hermione had told them on Saturday. They began walking upstairs, Ginny first, when they hear Hermione yelp. Harry dashed up the stairs followed by the other two and threw her door open. Hermione lay on her side, her covers thrown onto the floor and blood on the back of her shirt.
"MIA! WHAT HAPPENED??? Harry yelled, running to her.
"Harry... I can't move... my back hurts too much."
Draco came running in when he hear d Harry shout. He saw Hermione and yelled, "Potter, go get Dumbledore; Weasleys, get Madame Pomfrey. Hurry!" They did as they said, and didn't question Draco. Minutes later, Dumbledore arrived followed by Pomfrey, with the Weasleys carrying her supplies.
Dumbledore went to Hermione and with Draco's help rolled her onto her back, while Pomfrey opened one of the bags brought in. She cut Hermione's shirt open, revealing two slices along Hermione's spine. Ginny turned into Harry's arms. Dumbledore swore under his breath, and turned to the boys. "Harry, get Ginny out of here. Ron, go to Snape, tell him I need the potion for Ms. Granger, he will know what I mean. Then I want the three of you to Giffindor tower and to not say a word about this. We'll call you when she is able to see visitors." They did not argue, not wanting to see their friend like this. They hurried out, and Dumbledore turned to Draco. "Draco, go use the fireplace to contact Sere. I will speak with her."
"Yes Sir."
Draco hurried, and called Sere. She answered with a gruff. "Draco? What is it?"
"Hermione... she's... Dumbledore needs you now."
Serenity's eyes widened... "Already! Oh dear, tell him I am on my way, and that Snape had better give her the potion quick!"
"I heard you Sere... we are waiting." Dumbledore called over Draco, and the fire went blank.
Later that night, Draco awoke to light singing coming from the common room. When he walked down there, he saw Hermione sitting on the couch, watching the fire, and singing.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
Draco walked toward her, wanting to see her face as she sang.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
He heard he voice crack, and his charm vibrated loneliness and pain to him. It was as if he was feeling her heart break.
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine
He stood behind her, and when she turned to him, he whispered, "Please don't stop."
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
She couldn't think of anything else but the look in his eyes and the vibration of her charm. Sympathy, strength... even a friendly love. Was Draco Malfoy able to love like that? Hermione sighed and finished her song.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
"That was gorgeous, Hermione."
"Thanks. Sorry I woke you up. I couldn't sleep. My back is bothering me. Draco stepped around and sat on the couch. Draco wanted to hold her, to pull her close, but didn't, he couldn't. One, his father would kill him, and two; he was not quite sure about how he felt for her. She was a mud... muggle born, and if anything did happen, he feared for what his father would do to Hermione. But something nagged at him. Why did he care? Because of his oath to the Aleva-Reia? Malfoy's never broke an oath, a trait he was glad to posses. Still something didn't fit.
Hermione turned to see Draco staring off into space. She wanted to touch him, to feel his arms around her as they had been twice this weekend. "But I am not what he is looking for.' Suddenly, her charm flung his emotions to her. Protection, kindness. "It couldn't be.' Hermione gasped to herself. Draco Malfoy feeling love? Fear?
Draco felt Hermione's emotions at that moment too; a longing for some one so close, but so far. He turned to look Hermione straight in the eyes, and when she turned away, he placed his hand on the side of her cheek and moved it back to face him.
"Draco..." she whispered, and his heart flittered.
"I know you can take for yourself, but I feel... I feel like I have to protect you. Not because of an oath to the Aleva-Reia, but I feel like I have to keep you safe... I don't know why. When Hermione pulled away, he let her and continued. "I know you can't trust me right now, and there will come things that I have to do that might hurt you, but I will not hurt you if I can save it. If my father ever knew that I was watching over you, befriending you, I would be powerless. And he would hurt me yes, but I am more afraid of what he would do to you.
"Draco." Hermione stood, the mixture of her and Draco's emotions overloading her brain. "We should probably get to bed, Draco. Good night." She hurried up stairs, and Draco watched her go. Once he heard her door slam, he punched the table. 'I spill my guts to her and she walks away. Well fine then.' He walked to his room, and plopped into bed, not bothering to shut his door.
Harry, Ginny and Ron were worried, they hadn't seen Hermione at all on Sunday, and Monday's Breakfast was almost over. When they reached the Head's portrait, a griffon and a dragon talking constantly, the spoke the password Hermione had told them on Saturday. They began walking upstairs, Ginny first, when they hear Hermione yelp. Harry dashed up the stairs followed by the other two and threw her door open. Hermione lay on her side, her covers thrown onto the floor and blood on the back of her shirt.
"MIA! WHAT HAPPENED??? Harry yelled, running to her.
"Harry... I can't move... my back hurts too much."
Draco came running in when he hear d Harry shout. He saw Hermione and yelled, "Potter, go get Dumbledore; Weasleys, get Madame Pomfrey. Hurry!" They did as they said, and didn't question Draco. Minutes later, Dumbledore arrived followed by Pomfrey, with the Weasleys carrying her supplies.
Dumbledore went to Hermione and with Draco's help rolled her onto her back, while Pomfrey opened one of the bags brought in. She cut Hermione's shirt open, revealing two slices along Hermione's spine. Ginny turned into Harry's arms. Dumbledore swore under his breath, and turned to the boys. "Harry, get Ginny out of here. Ron, go to Snape, tell him I need the potion for Ms. Granger, he will know what I mean. Then I want the three of you to Giffindor tower and to not say a word about this. We'll call you when she is able to see visitors." They did not argue, not wanting to see their friend like this. They hurried out, and Dumbledore turned to Draco. "Draco, go use the fireplace to contact Sere. I will speak with her."
"Yes Sir."
Draco hurried, and called Sere. She answered with a gruff. "Draco? What is it?"
"Hermione... she's... Dumbledore needs you now."
Serenity's eyes widened... "Already! Oh dear, tell him I am on my way, and that Snape had better give her the potion quick!"
"I heard you Sere... we are waiting." Dumbledore called over Draco, and the fire went blank.