AN: I have reviews! Amazing…I still haven't gotten over that I have more reviews than I did than the first six chapters of Marrying The Enemy! Holy shit! That's a record for me! I'll reply to all the grand reviews after the chapter. The nicest ones are first, so lizzy-malfoy87, you don't have to wait! I'm sorry it's so short, but I have writer's block- BAD.
Chapter 4: Getting Chummy with Terror
Previously:
"Not true, Draco. I feel pain. Lately Harry and Ron haven't been able to understand me and they never pay attention when I really need help… They never stop me when I try suicide, but you did. I'm thankful for that… I owe you, and now I can pay you back." She felt herself being spun around in his arms until she faced him.
"I knew you were no normal girl… But no, you can't pay me back. My pride won't let me allow it. I'm sorry, but this is the way it must end. Go…" His voice gradually grew quieter and Hermione saw, from what little light, his bleeding wrist.
"Draco!" She cried, and was answered by an eerie echo of: Draaacooo! Draaacoo! Raacooo! Cooo! Her eyes widened when he collapsed to the floor, taking her with him. Her head slammed into his chest, her breasts pressing hard into his toned chest, right on his abs. She felt a chill go through her and she forced herself not to fall asleep; he was that comfortable. She swallowed and was relieved to hear a steady heartbeat, though she didn't know how long it would last. She felt so much belonging in his arms that she would have stayed, in other conditions, so she pulled herself out of his hold and started pulling him towards the hole. She crawled out first, reached in with her left hand, and pulled him out.
"Hermione… I owe you more than I can give…" He murmured and he nodded, pulling one of his arms around her waist to support him. Only then did she notice his legs were injured as well. She took his left hand in hers and started her way towards the library door, only to be confronted with Matthew, Mr. Hill, and Mrs. Johnson.
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They arrived at St. Jakes Hospital in five minutes. Draco was quiet the whole time, and Hermione would glance at him when they reached a red light, eyebrows wrinkled with anxiety.
"It's cold… Hermione, why'd you have to save me?" He muttered, but she still heard him, because she scowled and slammed the passenger door shut, and pulled him towards the hospital door passed the purple tulips that lined the sides.
"Because I fucking worry about you, that's why, Draco… I know you have a good side buried somewhere in that unfathomable pit you call a mind and you probably just want to belong. I can't even consider why you did that! You're the one who stopped me from doing suicide, and now you were using my very same weapon? And on the same day!" She spat at him while running up the stairs that seemed to go to nowhere. She was heading for the Emergency room, which was ironically on the very top of the building. Dimwits… Draco thought, while Hermione thought: Imbeciles…
"I'm an evil bastard, Hermione. I ought to have died. I fancy you had left me there… And you shouldn't be concerned because I can't give you anything until I get the upper hand on my health, which could take months. Do you have that much faith in me? I may be a quick healer, but not that fast." He looked over at her emotionless face, the face of the girl that was risking everything for him, the girl who he wanted to get on his side, the supposed-to-be-Gothic-princess.
"I have faith in you, Draco…" She murmured, her chocolate eyes staring doggedly ahead, attempting take a crack at trying to climb the stairs. "And I don't yearn for anything from you but for you be there for me. If I keep you from your bad habits and you keep me from mine, we'll be able to live to tell the tale and go our separate ways to get married and have kids of our own… To teach and tell not to kill themselves…" It hurt Hermione to say this; she wanted to be with Draco- anywhere with him, his presence made her life more enjoyable. Draco fought angry protests because he thought she was being serious.
Hermione reached the door after what had seemed an hour (10 minutes in actuality) and walked inside quickly with Draco, who was limping, sapphire eyes looking restless.
Hermione's apartment 6:55 PM
"I'm relieved they didn't ask how you had gotten that way." Hermione said to the now bedridden Draco, who was staring up at her from the bed with his hands restrained by ropes to the bedpost. His sapphire eyes burned a hole through her, his hair sticking out in weird directions, making him look like a madman. Hermione smiled to herself at this picture of Draco, when she should have been scowling, as he was doing to her.
"And you expect me to stay like this?" He growled almost inaudibly, but Hermione could hear him and smiled at him before standing up and reaching his side. She lifted a finger and traced the scar, which went to his elbow, a mischievous smirk on her lips, enjoying Draco's impatience.
"No, but I do expect you to be alive. I'll be tending you until your wounds heal, because it will help me in writing carrier." She cooed at him, her mirth comparing to his hatred. "I'm not meant to be on your side; my destiny is to write. Using words and grammatical phrases to make sense to suicidal people like you. I hope you'll read it. You'll be the main character."
"Why did you save me if all you wanted to do was really torture me?" He spat, trying to bring himself free of the ropes.
"You have it all wrong, Draco, I don't want to torture you, I just want to be-" Hermione broke off when she heard a door slam and looked to the doorway and saw Harry and Ron standing there, brunette scowling, redhead shocked.
"To be what, Hermione?" Harry slowly walked towards her while Ron stayed at the doorway, trying to support himself with nothing but thin air. "That day you said you wanted to be a Goth. A non-conformist. A hater of everything… Are you just a suicidal freak?"
Hermione backed into the bed, and in the process fell on top of Draco. She prevented the urges to untie him and let him go and just stayed there. Draco closed his eyes, an emotionless look on his face, but breathed in deeply, trying to imitate sleep. Harry noticed all of this and scowled.
"No, I just feel like that's where I belong… And Draco's the only person I can relate to… And besides, why are you guys here early?" She retorted, and felt a jerk beneath her. She held her breath and didn't want to know what she was on top of, so she moved a bit until her head hit Draco's chin- hard. She winced and he opened his eyes slightly, peering down at Hermione.
"Hermione, since 6th grade I've saw you cutting your wrists. I was too afraid to stop it, too afraid that you'd hurt me too." Ron called over to her, and Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione gazed blankly at them with shock, while Draco fiercely fought to get free of the ropes, the friction of Hermione moving around getting to him.
"Ron, Harry… Just answer the question…" She scowled at her friends, rolled over, and began crawling towards Draco's ropes. Draco groaned lightly, closing his eyes, trying to get over Hermione.
"The movie was messed up so we walked out in the middle because we couldn't understand what all the random sex scenes were about." Ron said with a shrug while Harry glared at Draco, who still had his eyes closed.
Hermione reached on the table beside the bed and slowly started cutting the ropes. "Couldn't you have gone to another Theatre? I'm trying to keep Draco from doing suicide!"
"And why couldn't you do it at his house?" Harry enquired, watching her cut Draco's ropes.
"Because it was locked." Draco answered for Hermione, who was too focused on getting Draco free to notice.
"Didn't you have a key with you?" Harry spat, and Draco stopped watching Hermione for a second.
"Why don't you just leave him alone, Harry? He probably didn't have one!" Hermione retorted, and Draco's gaze went back to her, an emotionless look on his face again.
"Oh, now you're protecting Malfoy." Harry yelled, and Hermione winced; she had sensitive hearing. "You're defending the guy who you hated twenty-four hours ago."
"Harry, I think we're taking this too seriously-" Ron began, but was cut off by his friend.
"Seriously? Seriously! You think we're blowing things out of proportion, Ron?! You could have told me earlier, you know!" Harry yelled, and Ron arched his eyebrows at his friend.
"Don't you think we should leave Hermione alone?" Ron asked him, frankly not wanting to see his best friends argue.
"Fine we'll watch Sleepy Hollow. I think it's still in the Theatre, isn't it?" Harry's sudden attitude change surprised Hermione and she finally got Draco's left hand free. She watched Harry and Ron exit the room and heard Harry slam the door shut.
"Do guys have PMS?" Hermione asked the half-free Draco, who was staring up at her, his left hand numb while she was working in his right hand.
"No… Unless he's a eunuch…" He shuddered as Hermione's breath touched his skin and closed his eyes tightly.
"His girlfriend hopes he doesn't!" Hermione said lightly and Draco rolled his eyes, and when Hermione finally released him, he watched her move back and sit on the floor to his disappointment.
"Have you any more poems, Hermione?" Draco asked her after a few minutes of silence.
"Yeah, actually I do." She handed him her red notebook and he shook his head as he read the words:
Boys aren't always so fickle
Because I have one who tickles
He has the best voice around.
He also calms me when I'm down.
I can't ever be sad around him,
Because he saved me and I'm thankful for that
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Quotes of mine:
All after watching Sleepy Hollow:
"I'd imagine cutting off people's heads isn't a really righteous thing to do."
"I'm not that daft… Though that guy whom went after the Headless Horseman was pretty much brain-dead."
"Ooh look at me, I'm the Great Headless Horseman! I can steal an evil witch and keep her in hell with me!"
"Something's wrong here…"
"I'm never going into my bedroom again… I'll always carry a book with me in case, too."
"Either I brush my teeth now or I'll end up like that headless guy… Bloody vampire…"
I'm going to an insane leave-taking because people think I should belong with my other relatives in Scotland… They say I've gone off the wall and I'm completely batty… Unfortunately, this takes a serious chunk out of my writing time… Mind suggesting what I do?
Anyhow… I was wondering, how is my Grammar to this point? Sufficient? Horrid? Or even rancid? Mind you, I'm not using a thesaurus or dictionary and whatever I write comes off the top of my head. It's all impromptu and I rarely do spell checks now that it and the Typo Demon- that I named Sherry- are now on their honeymoon. I wish them tragic luck and to RUN BACK TO ME QUICKLY!!!! I need my spell checker, but AOL-or in this case AOHell- has an even worse spell checker than you have ever dreamed of… Needless to say, I'm blabbering nonsense so I'll shut up. But one last thing, I'll reply to the nicest reviews like I planned… Ooh, this also takes back on my cutting time. Oh fuckin' joy… Plus my 13th birthday's in July, so you better wish me a good one because I won't post the next chapter if you don't! How do 15 reviews sound enough for the next posting?
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lizzy-malfoy87: So… much… reading… eyes… burning… into… useless matter… Damn. You do write a lot. I'm not putting what you reviewed cos it was about a page long! Doctors are cool, y'know. I'm the Gothic queen of my school. Cutting's a disease… Don't try it, okay? Just hate the world and you'll be fine… I'm glad I'm inspirational to people… I'm responding to that flamer bitch at the end of all my other lovely reviews… I'll make her rot in hell for the both of us! Oh, and every poem you see is mine!
Jack-Sparrows-Love: really good!! please continue soon! i love the way you made hermione come to the rescue. and i'm glad you didn't kill draco. after al, he is the most charming slytherin ever!!keep up the good work!
Hermione's just heroic, I guess… I'll never even consider killing Draco. Charming is an understatement! :Breaks down in laughter.: HOTTIE!
Mirabelle: That's a really good chapter, Jaime! I can't wait for chapter 4! Oh Draco...if you only knew how many people loved you...~Mirabelle
Thanks. There it was. Hey, Draco, can you guess how many people love you?
Draco looked through Jamie's review list and looked up at her after a minute. "Way more than 24..." He muttered.
Smart AND cute…
Lily: It's really good, spesh since your only 12! are you in G+T classes, or don't you have them.
By the way, is this set in America, coz in the UK, we don't have Grades, we have Years so i'm confused as to what year they're in!! I'd guess they're in Year 10 or 11 though guessing that they're 15?!
You'll be a godd writer, i'm desperate to be a writer (i'm 14) but i'm not all that good!!
Keep up the good work coz it's great!!
I want so much to live in the UK… I had no clue it was known as Years in Europe… Draco and Hermione failed three years in a row (believe it or not) so they're 18 in this story. I SHALL SURVIVE! :Notices Hermione's staring at her like she'd grown another head.: When in Tennessee, you have to be weird.
fire diamond: Holy shit! You're fucking twelve? Good fucking job! I like your story a lot. You can wtite really well for your age! Good job, and keep going.
:Smiles appreciatively.: You make my day seem happier already. Since I'm going to be a writer when I grow up, then I'll always write.
KATEEVNSDL: I LIKE. WRITE MORE. o.o/))- KATE
Thanks… Write I shall…
And here comes that shitty flame I received on the 19th. I nearly couldn't write for two days because of depression over this…
Emily: Jinkies! All this punk/goth/prep bullshit is sad. You can't just put on a hoodie made by good charlotte, and some spiky bracelettes and be considered a punk or a goth. and its not close to the same thing, at all. You say draco's a punk, and a goth. Whats with that? And, as for the whole slitting wrists thing, its an addiction, and a bad one, it has nothing to do with being a punk, or a goth, or anything, and I'm sorry if you find my saying this insulting but i think the way you talked about cutting disgusting. Its not cool, its not fun, its dangerous, i've done it, some of my friends have done it, and its DANGEROUS. You shouldn't make it sound like its the cool thing to do.
Ooh, another commercial from SD… All your fucking hating shit is sad. I'm the main influence in my school to be Goth so shit the fucking hell up, because I do it all the fucking time. It's your personality that matters, bitch, and you're just another fucking goody-goody out to get me, aren't you? I'm negative, and flames eventually lead to suicide attempts. I believe I've changed punk to Goth, have I not? I know cutting is an addiction. I CAN'T STOP IT EITHER BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!!!! Whatever, I find anything you say insulting. What the fuck gave you the idea that I thought it was cool? IT HURTS LIKE FUCKING HELL! How many times have you attempted? Only once, I bet. I tried about twenty-three times the day you reviewed. So whatever. Get the fuck over it.
Thank God that's over with… Please no one flame me or I really will kill myself this time. I mean this. I'm very negative and suicidal, and you're only making it hard on yourself… To the people who were nice, keep going. You're helping me stay alive, and frankly, I'm thankful that you take time to review this, because it's my dream. A dream that will probably never come true because that review left a huge dent in my pride… That's all for now… Ja ne…
Jamie McCarver