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I bet lots of people agree with me too.
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Hermione's POV:
It's been a wonderful day. I've spent the day in classes as usual with Harry and Ron. It was just one of those days where everything was right. Professor Snape didn't take any points away from Gryffindor, I passed my DADA test with flying colors, and Harry has been in a good mood as well.
Seems odd to say that Harry in a good mood puts light into my day doesn't it? With all the Voldemort and Deatheater things that have happened, he's been frantic. I haven't seen him at peace like this since before Sirius died.
I'm walking in the hall right now with Harry and Ron. Ron is going on and on about his DADA test. Apparently he didn't do so great.
"That was the hardest test in my life," Ron cries out pitifully. He's almost cute when he's upset. Like a little boy who wants to set everything just right.
"It was a very easy test, Ron," I tell him. Maybe if a lecture him enough he'll study next time. "You've been so caught up in Qudditch you haven't paid any attention to your studies!" I explain to him. Truth hurts, but he needs to face the truth.
"Well, some of us want to have fun, 'Mione," He snaps. He looks like he's about to say more, but Harry cuts him off. Their headed towards the qudditch field. Must be time for more practice.
"See ya, Hermione! See you in the common room later, yeah?" Harry calls. He obviously wants this happy day to last as well.
"Bye Harry. Bye Ron," I call happily and wave. Ron only looks up at me. He seems a little upset, but he'll get over it soon.
I decide to go to my private dorm and study for the Transfiguration exam that is coming. It's in two weeks and I barely have enough time to get prepared!
I guess I'll explain about having my private dorm. Well, there's a new advantage to being a perfect. All perfects get a dorm to that is only for them. Really it's just a small bedroom in your house colors with a desk, but still it's nice. I can't sleep with any noise around, with the exception of Crookshanks.
I jump onto the bed and pull out my book. Crookshanks is looking at me funny. I must have woken him up. Sweet little kitty.
I drop the book a pull the big fluffy cat into my arms. I love him more than anything. What would I do without my Crookshanks?
He's looking rather annoyed now. Sorry for being affectionate. I gently put him down and he looks like he's about to leave. He jumps off the bed and walks towards the door. It's shut so it's not like he can get out or anything. He looks at the door unhappily and then runs back to me.
He's purring quite loudly now as I study my book. Sometimes life gives you a little pick-me-up. I've got my kitty, and my books. This is truly the recipe for happiness.
After about an hour of studying I decide I should go take a quick bath. I get up and Crookshanks looks like he wants me to come back. I only smile at him. What a sweetie.
I look through my pile of evening robes. I need something like pajamas and it can be worn in the common room. I have to meet Ron and Harry after all. I start going through the pile and decide on a pink robe. It's new and I absolutely love it.
As I'm about to leave I realize I left my wand on the desk. Can't go anywhere without it, so I quickly grab it.
I blow a kiss to Crookshanks and shut the door. As I'm walking down the hall I wave to Ginny. She smiles and waves back. I need to talk to her more often, but now isn't the time.
I head to the perfect's bathroom. It seems to have someone already in it. I let out a sigh, and turn back around.
But then I hear a cry. It was a cross between a groan and a soft scream. I quickly turn back around and try to open the door. It's locked. I quickly cast a spell and open the door.
The first things my eyes fall on is the side of the tub. Blood is all over. Even some of the bubbles are a deep red. It's enough to make me sick. I ran into the bathroom at top speed. Someone's hurt!
I let out a gasp at what I see. It's a blonde hair male with his eyes closed. Oh Merlin! It's Draco Malfoy!
I run to the side of the bath and start pulling on his robes. Robes? Why is he wearing robes? I can't think straight. All I can do is try to pull him out with all my might. He's very heavy, and I fear I'm too late.
He begins to crawl out with my tugs suddenly. A tight knot is forming in my throat.
Soon he's out, but he's fallen to the ground. His eyes are close and his wrist are still bleeding. Bleeding wrists? I pull him towards me and cry out.
"Draco wake up! Open your eyes! Please just open your eyes!" I let out an animal like cry. Oh, my heart is pounding. I'm so scared. I look to his wrists. I've got to get them to stop bleeding! I just have to!
I look for my wand. It's on the floor a few inches away and I quickly snatch it up. I cast several healing spells, but it only cures the shallow lightly bleeding cuts. My voice is only coming out in spurted gasps.
I grab ahold of my pink robe and rip it up. I wrap the robe tightly around his wrist and hold his wrist so he'll stop bleeding. He has to stop bleeding.
A light groan comes from his lips. His eyes are open and they look really hazy.
I start to cry. This is simply to much for me to handle right now. I can barely look at him like this. Draco Malfoy is supposed to by an enemy without any feelings. He is supposed to only act cruel, not feel like something cruel has been done to him. He isn't supposed to be human.
I know what was planning here tonight. He was going to kill himself. The cuts on the wrists and the knife on the side of the bath is proof enough. I suppose he didn't want the person who found him to see him naked I guess. That or maybe he was trying to drown himself. I can't tell and I don't wish to know. It's to gruesome to know. He must have been miserable.
Now that I think about it, why wouldn't he commit suicide? His mother died last year, and his father is in Azkaban. From what I hear about Azkaban you go so insane that you don't even remember your name anymore.
He doesn't have a family. He.. He doesn't have anyone.
I pull him into a hug and continue to cry. He lays still for a moment, unsure of something. He slowly closes his eyes again. I shake him.
No! I don't know if he's sleepy from the blood loss or if he's dying, but I don't want him to close his eyes. He opens his eyes again.
Why didn't I notice his pain? How could I be so selfish not to see that a fellow student was miserable?
His eyes are closing again, and I pinch his neck. I don't want to hurt him further now. I just want him only to be happy, but he's got to stay awake.
He lets out an other gasp. It kind of sounded like "stop" but barely.
I'm crying a lot now. I just feel so bad for him, and the fact I was so careless not to notice.
"It's okay, Draco. I'm here now. It's all right," I whimper at him. I don't think he understands me, but I keep talking. "You should have talked to someone. You could have gotten help,"
He's still starring at me blankly with those gray eyes of his. I can't help but notice how pretty his eyes are. Their not really just a blank dull gray. More like a rare silver.
We keep repeating ourselves, several times over. He closes his eyes, and I make him open them. I need them open. I know after a large amount of blood loss, he's naturally sleepy. The thought of him not awake seems to scare me. I need his silver eyes to be looking up at me.
He needs to go somewhere. We're going to be found. Why I feel the need to hide him from everyone I don't know. I.. I don't want them to know he isn't loved. That he feels so unloved that he must take is own life.
Well that's wrong too. He is loved.
"Draco.. Do you want to go to the hospital wing? I can take you there. It'll be fine," He looks blankly at me. I'll take that as a yes.
I don't want to let go of him, but I have too. I slowly stand up, trying to bring him with me. It's hard, but soon he's on his feet. I've got my arms wrapped tightly around him. Soon we're walking down the hall.
He's stumbles a lot, but I keep dragging him along. There's no way I can make to the hospital wing like this. My head is buzzing with a headache. Perhaps I could just take him to my dorm? No one would notice.
Soon I'm leading him to it. We stop four times for a breather. He's very pale, and I'd give anything for some color to return to his cheeks.
Finally we get there. I somehow manage to open the door without letting him fall. Once we're inside I lead him to the bed and let him lie down.
He's asleep in seconds. I sit beside him on the bed just staring at him.
It's amazing isn't it? How you can hate someone so much and only a few changes of events you're unable to stop looking at them.
I can't believe I was too ignorant to notice how rough his life must be. How he must want to break down yet he can't. I still can't get over how thick I was. I mean, come to think of it, he hasn't insulted Harry, Ron, or me in several months.
Crookshanks seems to like our new visitor. He's purring at him sweetly, and soon he's asleep at Draco's feet.
I tried to read for awhile, but I always ended up starring at Draco. He's rather handsome, when he smiles, and he's smiling now. I'm happy he's having a good dream. It must be relaxing for him to sleep so soundly.
I find that I'm getting tired, too. I pull up the covers and lay beside him. The bed is very wet from his clothes and he's shivering slightly.
He suddenly rolls over and wraps his arms around me. I quickly return the sleepy embrace, and don't let go.
I couldn't sleep because of our wet, cold bodies. I realize suddenly there's a spell I could cast that would clean us up. Why is it I can't think straight?
Soon we're dry, therefore meaning I should let go of him. I can't. His arms aren't hugging me anymore. They've fallen limp to my sides.
Crookshanks is snoring very loudly. It wasn't until I got Crookshanks I realized cats could snore.
I continue to watch over Draco. I don't let myself sleep.
After around thirty minutes of laying there he stirs slightly. I notice his head bend to look at his feet. He must be curious about Crookshanks. He's really cute, as he wakes up. He stares at his feet for quite some time, then he nuzzles his head into my chest.
His head jerks up quickly. He's looking at me now, and his eyes aren't hazy. He's at his full senses now. He knows what's going on, and this makes my heart begin to beat fast. I'm still worried about him though. I hope he doesn't run off. If only he'd stay and talk about his feelings.
He doesn't say anything. Only bends his head back down, and it seems like it's in shame.
I want to tell him there's nothing to be ashamed of. That he's safe now, and everything is better than ever. I want to say so many things, but there's a tight knot at my throat that wouldn't let me speak and I know it.
His hair looks so soft. I wonder what it feels like. He wouldn't care if I touched it, would he?
I run my finger though his hair. It's really soft, just like baby duckling down.
He hasn't said anything. He just lies there, emotionless. I'm worried he doesn't like it, and wants me to stop.
"Draco?" My voice only lets that out. It's a soft little whisper, but he hears me.
His eyes look so sweet, but they return to looking down quickly. I continue to run my hand through his hair. I have a feeling he likes it.
He lets out a soft grunt suddenly. It's adorable some how. I guess he doesn't feel like talking. He begins to stretch suddenly, and I loosen my grip, thinking he wants to get up. He doesn't just want me to forget all of this does he?
He wraps his arms around me suddenly and nuzzles his head into my chest again. He wants to go back to sleep. I return the hug, notice how his eyes are beginning to close slowly. Before their completely closed I notice something.
He's got a big smile on his face.
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Thank you to all my reviewers! You make me want to skip through the house singing. Which I'll have you know I did! Very loudly too!
In fact, I was so happy to get a few reviews I stayed up late just writing 'Mione's POV. Thus proving, your reviews do matter lots!
On with the fic!
Hermione's POV:
It's been a wonderful day. I've spent the day in classes as usual with Harry and Ron. It was just one of those days where everything was right. Professor Snape didn't take any points away from Gryffindor, I passed my DADA test with flying colors, and Harry has been in a good mood as well.
Seems odd to say that Harry in a good mood puts light into my day doesn't it? With all the Voldemort and Deatheater things that have happened, he's been frantic. I haven't seen him at peace like this since before Sirius died.
I'm walking in the hall right now with Harry and Ron. Ron is going on and on about his DADA test. Apparently he didn't do so great.
"That was the hardest test in my life," Ron cries out pitifully. He's almost cute when he's upset. Like a little boy who wants to set everything just right.
"It was a very easy test, Ron," I tell him. Maybe if a lecture him enough he'll study next time. "You've been so caught up in Qudditch you haven't paid any attention to your studies!" I explain to him. Truth hurts, but he needs to face the truth.
"Well, some of us want to have fun, 'Mione," He snaps. He looks like he's about to say more, but Harry cuts him off. Their headed towards the qudditch field. Must be time for more practice.
"See ya, Hermione! See you in the common room later, yeah?" Harry calls. He obviously wants this happy day to last as well.
"Bye Harry. Bye Ron," I call happily and wave. Ron only looks up at me. He seems a little upset, but he'll get over it soon.
I decide to go to my private dorm and study for the Transfiguration exam that is coming. It's in two weeks and I barely have enough time to get prepared!
I guess I'll explain about having my private dorm. Well, there's a new advantage to being a perfect. All perfects get a dorm to that is only for them. Really it's just a small bedroom in your house colors with a desk, but still it's nice. I can't sleep with any noise around, with the exception of Crookshanks.
I jump onto the bed and pull out my book. Crookshanks is looking at me funny. I must have woken him up. Sweet little kitty.
I drop the book a pull the big fluffy cat into my arms. I love him more than anything. What would I do without my Crookshanks?
He's looking rather annoyed now. Sorry for being affectionate. I gently put him down and he looks like he's about to leave. He jumps off the bed and walks towards the door. It's shut so it's not like he can get out or anything. He looks at the door unhappily and then runs back to me.
He's purring quite loudly now as I study my book. Sometimes life gives you a little pick-me-up. I've got my kitty, and my books. This is truly the recipe for happiness.
After about an hour of studying I decide I should go take a quick bath. I get up and Crookshanks looks like he wants me to come back. I only smile at him. What a sweetie.
I look through my pile of evening robes. I need something like pajamas and it can be worn in the common room. I have to meet Ron and Harry after all. I start going through the pile and decide on a pink robe. It's new and I absolutely love it.
As I'm about to leave I realize I left my wand on the desk. Can't go anywhere without it, so I quickly grab it.
I blow a kiss to Crookshanks and shut the door. As I'm walking down the hall I wave to Ginny. She smiles and waves back. I need to talk to her more often, but now isn't the time.
I head to the perfect's bathroom. It seems to have someone already in it. I let out a sigh, and turn back around.
But then I hear a cry. It was a cross between a groan and a soft scream. I quickly turn back around and try to open the door. It's locked. I quickly cast a spell and open the door.
The first things my eyes fall on is the side of the tub. Blood is all over. Even some of the bubbles are a deep red. It's enough to make me sick. I ran into the bathroom at top speed. Someone's hurt!
I let out a gasp at what I see. It's a blonde hair male with his eyes closed. Oh Merlin! It's Draco Malfoy!
I run to the side of the bath and start pulling on his robes. Robes? Why is he wearing robes? I can't think straight. All I can do is try to pull him out with all my might. He's very heavy, and I fear I'm too late.
He begins to crawl out with my tugs suddenly. A tight knot is forming in my throat.
Soon he's out, but he's fallen to the ground. His eyes are close and his wrist are still bleeding. Bleeding wrists? I pull him towards me and cry out.
"Draco wake up! Open your eyes! Please just open your eyes!" I let out an animal like cry. Oh, my heart is pounding. I'm so scared. I look to his wrists. I've got to get them to stop bleeding! I just have to!
I look for my wand. It's on the floor a few inches away and I quickly snatch it up. I cast several healing spells, but it only cures the shallow lightly bleeding cuts. My voice is only coming out in spurted gasps.
I grab ahold of my pink robe and rip it up. I wrap the robe tightly around his wrist and hold his wrist so he'll stop bleeding. He has to stop bleeding.
A light groan comes from his lips. His eyes are open and they look really hazy.
I start to cry. This is simply to much for me to handle right now. I can barely look at him like this. Draco Malfoy is supposed to by an enemy without any feelings. He is supposed to only act cruel, not feel like something cruel has been done to him. He isn't supposed to be human.
I know what was planning here tonight. He was going to kill himself. The cuts on the wrists and the knife on the side of the bath is proof enough. I suppose he didn't want the person who found him to see him naked I guess. That or maybe he was trying to drown himself. I can't tell and I don't wish to know. It's to gruesome to know. He must have been miserable.
Now that I think about it, why wouldn't he commit suicide? His mother died last year, and his father is in Azkaban. From what I hear about Azkaban you go so insane that you don't even remember your name anymore.
He doesn't have a family. He.. He doesn't have anyone.
I pull him into a hug and continue to cry. He lays still for a moment, unsure of something. He slowly closes his eyes again. I shake him.
No! I don't know if he's sleepy from the blood loss or if he's dying, but I don't want him to close his eyes. He opens his eyes again.
Why didn't I notice his pain? How could I be so selfish not to see that a fellow student was miserable?
His eyes are closing again, and I pinch his neck. I don't want to hurt him further now. I just want him only to be happy, but he's got to stay awake.
He lets out an other gasp. It kind of sounded like "stop" but barely.
I'm crying a lot now. I just feel so bad for him, and the fact I was so careless not to notice.
"It's okay, Draco. I'm here now. It's all right," I whimper at him. I don't think he understands me, but I keep talking. "You should have talked to someone. You could have gotten help,"
He's still starring at me blankly with those gray eyes of his. I can't help but notice how pretty his eyes are. Their not really just a blank dull gray. More like a rare silver.
We keep repeating ourselves, several times over. He closes his eyes, and I make him open them. I need them open. I know after a large amount of blood loss, he's naturally sleepy. The thought of him not awake seems to scare me. I need his silver eyes to be looking up at me.
He needs to go somewhere. We're going to be found. Why I feel the need to hide him from everyone I don't know. I.. I don't want them to know he isn't loved. That he feels so unloved that he must take is own life.
Well that's wrong too. He is loved.
"Draco.. Do you want to go to the hospital wing? I can take you there. It'll be fine," He looks blankly at me. I'll take that as a yes.
I don't want to let go of him, but I have too. I slowly stand up, trying to bring him with me. It's hard, but soon he's on his feet. I've got my arms wrapped tightly around him. Soon we're walking down the hall.
He's stumbles a lot, but I keep dragging him along. There's no way I can make to the hospital wing like this. My head is buzzing with a headache. Perhaps I could just take him to my dorm? No one would notice.
Soon I'm leading him to it. We stop four times for a breather. He's very pale, and I'd give anything for some color to return to his cheeks.
Finally we get there. I somehow manage to open the door without letting him fall. Once we're inside I lead him to the bed and let him lie down.
He's asleep in seconds. I sit beside him on the bed just staring at him.
It's amazing isn't it? How you can hate someone so much and only a few changes of events you're unable to stop looking at them.
I can't believe I was too ignorant to notice how rough his life must be. How he must want to break down yet he can't. I still can't get over how thick I was. I mean, come to think of it, he hasn't insulted Harry, Ron, or me in several months.
Crookshanks seems to like our new visitor. He's purring at him sweetly, and soon he's asleep at Draco's feet.
I tried to read for awhile, but I always ended up starring at Draco. He's rather handsome, when he smiles, and he's smiling now. I'm happy he's having a good dream. It must be relaxing for him to sleep so soundly.
I find that I'm getting tired, too. I pull up the covers and lay beside him. The bed is very wet from his clothes and he's shivering slightly.
He suddenly rolls over and wraps his arms around me. I quickly return the sleepy embrace, and don't let go.
I couldn't sleep because of our wet, cold bodies. I realize suddenly there's a spell I could cast that would clean us up. Why is it I can't think straight?
Soon we're dry, therefore meaning I should let go of him. I can't. His arms aren't hugging me anymore. They've fallen limp to my sides.
Crookshanks is snoring very loudly. It wasn't until I got Crookshanks I realized cats could snore.
I continue to watch over Draco. I don't let myself sleep.
After around thirty minutes of laying there he stirs slightly. I notice his head bend to look at his feet. He must be curious about Crookshanks. He's really cute, as he wakes up. He stares at his feet for quite some time, then he nuzzles his head into my chest.
His head jerks up quickly. He's looking at me now, and his eyes aren't hazy. He's at his full senses now. He knows what's going on, and this makes my heart begin to beat fast. I'm still worried about him though. I hope he doesn't run off. If only he'd stay and talk about his feelings.
He doesn't say anything. Only bends his head back down, and it seems like it's in shame.
I want to tell him there's nothing to be ashamed of. That he's safe now, and everything is better than ever. I want to say so many things, but there's a tight knot at my throat that wouldn't let me speak and I know it.
His hair looks so soft. I wonder what it feels like. He wouldn't care if I touched it, would he?
I run my finger though his hair. It's really soft, just like baby duckling down.
He hasn't said anything. He just lies there, emotionless. I'm worried he doesn't like it, and wants me to stop.
"Draco?" My voice only lets that out. It's a soft little whisper, but he hears me.
His eyes look so sweet, but they return to looking down quickly. I continue to run my hand through his hair. I have a feeling he likes it.
He lets out a soft grunt suddenly. It's adorable some how. I guess he doesn't feel like talking. He begins to stretch suddenly, and I loosen my grip, thinking he wants to get up. He doesn't just want me to forget all of this does he?
He wraps his arms around me suddenly and nuzzles his head into my chest again. He wants to go back to sleep. I return the hug, notice how his eyes are beginning to close slowly. Before their completely closed I notice something.
He's got a big smile on his face.
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