Saturday Morning 8:38 am

Draco pushed off the ground bringing his firebolt high into the air. He circled around the goal posts of the Quidditch field a few times then flew higher. The field below him became smaller, as more of the horizon became viewable before his eyes. Hermione still wasn't any better. His worrying made him snappy and he gotten in a fight with Harry when trying to ask him something.

The wind blew around him, stronger than normal being so much higher as he was. The sky was overcast threatening rain. He glanced up and felt a flurry of tiny droplets against his skin. Though the air was warm, the rain was cold and he flew down, deciding to head in. He landed smoothly, getting off his broom and heading back to the castle. The drops of rain became larger, but still light, as he reached the castle and stepped inside. He shook his blond hair, which was rather long by now, touching his shoulders and curling slightly at the bottom. Thinking about getting a hair cut he headed, first to the dormitory to put his broom back, then to Hermione's room.

She was looking paler than usual and was asleep, she shivered slightly as he entered, even though there were several heavy blankets covering her. She lay on her side, her face looking at the right wall, one hand lying delicately on the pillow beside her face, the other tucked underneath. He said nothing as not to disturb but silently sent her a greeting and a I love you and hope you get better soon. He sat down in the usual chair by her bedside and took her hand holding it carefully in his own. It was warm to his touch and he kissed it softly before replacing it back on the pillow.

Saturday Noon 11:47 am

Draco's stomach grumbled loudly as he realized it was near lunch time and he'd been sitting in that chair for near 2 and a half hours. He stood up, his joints protesting, and stretched once, then looked back down at Hermione. She'd woken up briefly and he'd been able to speak to her, but it was like speaking to no one. She wasn't quite there and it scared him. He murmured his love then left the room. The next time they went to Hogsmeade, he'd get her something, flowers maybe. The room was so drab, plain white walls, white sheets, white pillows, blankets and chairs. It needed color.

Down by the lake Draco sat down in his usual spot, carrying his lunch in a paper bag. The giant squid was near the shore making occasional ripples on the otherwise glassy lake. He felt a slight movement behind him, then someone sat down on the grass next to him. The rain had stopped, though the grass was still damp. There were a few patches in the sky where blue longed to get through.

He turned to see Harry sitting next to him. He looked in almost as bad condition as Draco, probably worrying over Hermione as well.

"What if she dies?" Harry asked softly. Draco wondered why Harry was asking Draco this, they weren't enemies any longer, but they definitely weren't friends yet.

"She won't," Draco said, but Harry's statement had brought up those thoughts he'd tried to shove away. She wouldn't die, couldn't, not after finally escaping from their dungeon.

"How do you know?" Harry asked, sounding to Draco like a little boy asking why? why? Why? Over and over again.

"I don't!" he snapped standing up and heading back to the castle. He bit his lip letting the short outburst of anger drift away. Harry could be arrogant and selfish at times, but he hadn't been either of them when Draco had snapped at him. Worry was doing that to him though.

A group was going to Hogsmeade that day and Draco decided to go with them to get some flowers for Hermione's room. The sky was cloudy and threatened to rain again, but Draco decided a little bit of wetness would be refreshing. The head of gryfindor, Professor Bitchwomanfromhell, was leading the group. She gave them all a fierce look as though she expected them all to be buying illegal drugs in dark alleyway and getting drunk. He stared back and her eyes passed over him until she turned and led the way. You'd think that they were old enough to go to Hogsmeade by them selves by now.

After the long walk the wizard village came into view. Draco got a strange feeling, not being able to remember the last time he'd been year. Before he'd been in the Dungeons of You-Know-Who. That seemed like eons ago. He separated himself from the rest of the group then started walking down a street looking for a flower shop. He hoped it wasn't too early in spring to be selling flowers. Of course, they could probably grow them any time of the year using magic and stuff. Up ahead he spotted a sign with a large flower on it. Hoping it was a flower shop he walked up to it to see that it was a hair shop.

What kind of freakin' hair shop has a flower for a logo? Draco thought with a slight sneer and a glance up at the sky. The clouds hung low and heavy. He almost wished it would rain, clear his head, rid it of too many thoughts.

Finally a flower shop, that had a girl's face for a logo, appeared and Draco stepped inside, breathing in the fresh fragrance of many different types of flowers. He walked through the many rows, feeling uncomfortably warm in the greenhouse like shop. Finally he chose a bunch of pale blue flowers and paid the girl in the back of shop before going outside holding the flowers. He felt a little silly carrying around with a bunch of flowers but he ignored the feeling and started to head back to Hogwarts, wanting to get the flowers into water quickly.

A/N: Hopefully I'll start putting up chapters quicker. Be good with getting them up. All the soul stuff is just some theories that I like to ponder. The color game is real though. Anyway, thanks for reviewing to everyone who did! So many reviews this chapter!

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