Authorz Notez: Phew! That trip screamed boredom! Anywayz...I want to thank you guys for your nice comments/reviews. I felt bad for making you guys wait for so long. Here's the next chapter. I hope it comes to your standards.

Love Sick

Chapter Sixteen

The month of February came quicker then he had thought. Draco was cranky that afternoon because Professor McGonall gave him an extra load of homework despite the fact that he had Head Boy duty and other class assignments. He walked lazily into the Great Hall to eat lunch. He saw Blaise smiling over at the Gryfindor table and he quickly knew why. Draco thought it was bad enough he had to think about what Blaise said to him but he also couldn't believe he had to put up with all the mushy luvy duvy stuff.

Draco sat in the opposite direction of Blaise. He grabbed himself a plate and loaded it with as much food as it can carry and Blaise arched his eye brow at him suspiciously. Draco ignored him and began chewing down a chicken wing. Blaise looked over his shoulder at the sound of the Great Hall doors bang open. Dara, a Slytherin sixth year girl ran over to where Draco sat.

"Draco!" She screamed fearfully. Draco put down his fork and looked at her.

"What?" He asked confused.

"It's Pansy." She said worriedly.

Draco's eyes widen in horror. "Where is she?" He asked as he got off from his seat. Practically the whole Slytherin table turned their heads to watch Draco with interest. He knew everyone in his house heard about her pregnancy but that didn't bother him before, in fact it was a good thing. The girls would tell him if there was anything wrong, for example now.

"She's in the hospital wing." Dara said nervously. Draco brushed passed her and ran out the Great Hall. Merlin! Is it that hard to take care of yourself?. He continued running down the corridors and flights of stairs until he reached the front entrance of the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfre was outside writing a few things down on a parchment.

"What happened to her? Where is she?" Madame Pomfre looked up at him worriedly.

"Dear, I think Pansy will explain this one to you. She's inside." Madame Pomfre opened the door allowing him to enter. Draco ran over to Pansy's bed where she was lying down.

"What happened to you?" Draco asked. Pansy slowly looked up at him. Her face was pale and she looked like she had a fever the way her sweat poured down the sides of her forehead.

"Draco, please sit down." Pansy said quietly, patting the side of her bed. Draco slowly sat down never letting his eyes leave her.

"You look terrible. Did you collapse?" Draco asked fearfully. Pansy put her warm hand on his all the while looking at him intensely.

"No." She answered. Draco arched his eye brow in wonder.

"Then what?" He asked.

"Draco, I never wanted this to happen to me. But it did." Tears began to fall down her cheeks slowly as she continued. "I'm a very simple girl, you know. I just wanted a good life, marry someone I love and raise kids." Pansy said. Draco didn't know where she was going with this but continued to listen to her eagerly. "The day I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to kill myself. But after Madame Pomfre forced me to contact my parents, I never expected them to make you marry me."

Her thumb began making slow traces over his hand. "I don't want you to be forced to marry me and I never imagined you'd want to care for my baby."

"It's my baby too." Draco said. Pansy put a finger on his lips, he felt her trembling. She was nervous and he didn't know why.

"That's what I love about you. Your not like other guys. You do care, you just hate showing it." Pansy said trying to put a small smile on her face. "Even if you hate me. It doesn't matter anymore Draco. I'm not doing so good no more."

"Pansy, what are you on about? What is going on? Your hiding something." Draco said frowning at her. Pansy started to cry and as awkward as it may have felt for Draco, he leaned in and hugged her.

"Don't you dare start crying now." He said quietly.

"Draco, I think I'm dying." Pansy stuttered. Draco pulled away looking at her face.

"What? How?" Draco asked confused. Pansy took one hand to wipe away her tears.

"That potion I drank has affected the baby. So I got sick and I started losing a lot of weight."

"But you will be fine, right?" Draco asked encouragingly.

"No, Draco...the baby isn't allowing me to eat anything. It's basically eating out my organs slowly. I'm being sent to St.Mungos in an hour." Pansy said quietly. Draco looked horrified, he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"I'll go with you." He said.

"No, you can't. I don't want you coming. I don't want anyone coming."

"I'll come with you!" Draco said more forcefully.

"No!" Pansy screamed then quickly winced in pain. She held her hand to her stomach and laid back down the bed. Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure he hated Pansy half of his life, but she didn't deserve to end her life like this. It was all his fault.

"Your not going to die on me! All right. Your going to be strong!" Draco said loudly. Pansy shook her head.

"I'm not so sure, its either me or the baby." Pansy said quietly. He knew this was going to come some how, to choose between the one thing he can look forward to or save the one person he couldn't stand.

"I..I..don't know what to say." Draco stuttered.

"The healers will take care of me." Pansy said looking down at her hands.

"I am so sorry Pansy. I was being reckless." Draco said. Pansy took his hand once more.

"It's not your fault. We only have one life to live Draco." Pansy said. Suddenly her grip loosened and Draco realized her eyes were closing.

"Madame Pomfre!" Draco screamed. With out another second the lady rushed inside, holding a few things in her hands.

"Oh dear." Madame Pomfre put a finger to her neck and checked her pulse. "She just fell asleep." Madame Pomfre said with a sigh of relief. "You should be heading back to your classes now." She began turning over to look at Draco.

"No, I can't leave her like this." Draco said angrily.

"You will and you must. I promise we will do the best we can, they will find a cure for her problem." She said assuringly. She pushed Draco out of the room.

"But I--"

"No buts young man. I will call you down if needed." She interrupted. Draco nodded and walked off slowly and angrily. How can he go to class knowing Pansy is on her death bed? How can he pretend to look just fine knowing he's worried sick? Draco headed outside, he decided he wasn't going to class. Professor Snape can discuss it with Madame Pomfre why he was absent for all he cared.

The moment he stepped outside the front entrance, the rain left Draco dripping wet in a matter of seconds. He felt immune to the rain and strolled over to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His robes slapped against him, while his hair fell down across his face. Give me some soap and I can fucking take a shower, he thought sarcastically. Draco threw himself on his knees and looked up at the clouded sky.

"A beautiful ending for a beautiful day." He screamed at the sky mordantly. Instantly right before his eye with out thinking, scenes started to unfold.

"You are human, right? You are allowed to love. Now stop being a baby and tell her.".........

"You know what man? I though I knew you better then this.".........

"People don't change."..........

"No, Hermione. Your wrong, people do change." Draco whispered to himself. He put his hands to his face to wipe away the rain that poured down upon him.

"Your just like your father. A heartless cold bastard!"

"NO I AM NOT!" Draco screamed and fisted the muddy ground before him. "It's not true...it's not true." Draco said to himself. Lucius Malfoy was and still is a heartless old man, who only loves power and control. That's not what Draco cared about, not the slightest. How can she compare him to a man who gave his life away to Voldermort? Draco always knew that somehow his father was wrong about being a Death Eater, and he would have rather killed himself then serve the Dark Lord. There's a lot of things no one knew about Draco. He hated Harry Potter for being popular among all wizards but he also was glad Harry had finally defeated that disgusting creature. So if I'm as evil and cold as Hermione thinks I am, there's no chance in hell she will accept my apology. He thought about the last thing Pansy had said to him before she fell asleep.

"We only have one life to live Draco."

Draco raised himself to his feet. How long had it taken him to get that through his head?The school clock tower rang loudly bringing him out of his daze. How long had he been here? He picked himself up and walked back into the school slowly. Student's filling the corridors stared at him as though he was a dementor. A few Slytherin guys who stood by the Potions class looked at him confused. The whole world seemed to be watching a dripping wet, muddy Draco Malfoy. He would have evilly smirked at the stares he received, but something else was on his mind.

"We only have one life to live Draco."

Right then Hermione walked out of class laughing at something Harry had said to her while Ron was right behind them talking to Lavender. Harry looked over her shoulder and noticed Draco watching them. Hermione quickly glanced at what Harry was staring at. When their eyes met Draco advanced towards Hermione who never seemed to let her gaze leave his drenched body.

"We need to talk." He said. Hermione arched her eyebrow in amusement.

"There is nothing to talk about." Hermione replied and grabbed Harry's arm and stalled off. Ron looked at him up and down in disgust then ran over to his friends who had turned the corner. Draco was sick and tired of all this attention he was getting and took out his wand. He whispered an incantation and his robes became dry, along with his hair. Draco ran after Hermione who had almost reached the Gryfindor tower. Her two side kicks weren't with her which gave him the opportunity he needed.

"Hermione! We really need to talk." Draco said urgently. Hermione looked at him confused.

"Did you just call me by my first name?" She asked suspiciously. Draco smirked at her.

"That is your name, right?" Draco asked.

"Whatever." Hermione said and started to move towards the portrait hole. Draco swiftly grabbed her arm and made her face him completely.

"Please, we really need to talk." Draco pleaded. Hermione pulled her hand away from his grip.

"There is and never will be anything to talk about." She hissed.

"Yes there is." Draco said calmly. Hermione snorted at him and pulled her school bag closer to herself.

"Like what?" She asked.

"Us." Draco replied. Hermione clenched her fists together in irritation. Her eyes were on him conspicuously as she stepped back from him.

"As long as I'm concerned there is no us." Hermione said waving her index finger between Draco and herself.

"I am sorry." Draco said sincerely. Hermione's eyes glistened for a second before it turned cold.

"Sure, and I'm going to believe you." Hermione said sarcastically. Draco moved closer to her while she stumbled backwards. He grabbed her by the waist gently.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for lying, sorry for taking so long to apologize. Sorry for not telling you the truth. Sorry for everything!" Hermione tried to pull away from his grip but only accomplished nothing, Draco moved her closer to him. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "If you don't resist my kiss, I know you accepted my apology." He whispered lightly. He felt her body tremble as her eyes darted between his lips and his eyes. He pulled her chin up and landed a soft kiss. Hermione abruptly began to fist his chest.

"Let me go, or I swear I'll hex you." Hermione distressed. Draco let go of her instantly. Both her hands fell to her side and her school bag fell to the floor. "I hate you!" Hermione screamed in frustration, she quickly grabbed her bag and flung it over her shoulder then turned to leave.

"No you don't." Draco said calmly. Hermione never looked back at him as she dashed into the Gryfindor house. Draco turned to leave when he saw a book on the floor. He picked it up and noticed a HG engraved on the cover. He looked back at the portrait of the fat lady who was asleep and then realized exactly who the book belonged to.