A/N: Hey!!!!!!!!!! lol, ok, here is chapter 14, and thanks for reviewing! Oh, and to answer a question:

The song that Harry sang in the previous chapter is "I Will Carry You" by Clay Aiken. I love that song, its so sweet, lol, anyways, here ya go!

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Chapter 14: An Angel 'Revealed'

(Two months later—April)

"Come on, Draco!" Hermione pleaded. "Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Draco was helping Hermione walk to Potions, since she was too weak to walk very well on her own.

"Relax," Draco replied. "We are not going to be late. We have 10 minutes. The only way we would be late is if somebody stopped us to talk or something."

No sooner had he said that, the two heard a voice behind them. "Miss Granger? Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco and Hermione turned around to see none other than their old Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney.

"Pr- Professor Trelawney?" Draco asked.

"What are you doing here? You were fired," Hermione cut in. She still believed that Trelawney was a fake.

Trelawney turned her attention to Hermione. She studied her while Hermione glared back.

"Something is wrong, dear. You are sick, aren't you? Don't worry, the worst will come, but it will pass quickly," the Seer said and walked away towards the Headmaster's Office (Dumbledore had invited her for a friendly chat and cup of tea).

Hermione looked at her watch. "Ugh, great. Now we have 4 minutes to get to class."

Draco helped her walk quickly down the dungeon stairs and down the hallway.

"You know, it's a good thing I have this class too, or I'd really be late," Draco said, as they walked toward the Potions door. Ahead of them were Harry and Ron.

"Harry! Ron!" Hermione said.

"Hermione! I'm surprised you aren't already in class! We have--" Harry said, but was interrupted by a bell.

"We're late." Ron said.

All four of them entered the classroom to meet the cold voice of Professor Snape. "You're late. The three of you have detention in which you will report here tomorrow night to serve."

"What? But Malfoy was late too!" Ron protested.

"But I'm sure Mr. Malfoy had a good reason, therefore he will be not given detention," Snape sneered. "Sit down so we may begin."

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Hermione sat in the Common Room that night, doing her homework by the fireplace. She didn't seem herself lately. Neither Madame Pomfrey nor Professor Snape (though Hermione doubted Snape was trying) had found a cure for her and had told her to live her life the best she could.

She paused to think about what to put in her essay and stared into the fire. Her mind drifted to her condition and thought about what to do after Hogwarts. She wouldn't see her friends as much. Upstairs, Draco had come out of his room to go down into the Common Room but stopped when he heard Hermione talk. He leaned against the doorway and listened.

"I can barely walk on my own," she muttered to herself, thinking about how she would get around on her own. "I probably won't see my friends after school. I probably won't get married or have kids, I might not live to--" But Draco couldn't bear to listen anymore and went back in his room.

He walked over to his bed and layed down on his back. 15 minutes later, he heard a knock at his door and said, "Come in, Hermione."

Hermione walked in and layed down beside him. Draco turned on his side to face her and draped an arm over her to keep her close.

She closed her eyes and said, "You remember in December, Draco, when you said that last year you couldn't stand me and now this year you can't take your eyes off me?"

"Yeah," Draco said, his breath whispering across her skin.

(A/N: part of this next line DOES come from "A Walk to Remember" so don't sue me. I put this in at the last minute because I like it so much and it sorta fits. Anyways. . .)

"Well, I think I understand now. It's like you were sent to me because I'm sick. You're my angel. I – I love you," Hermione said, her eyes still closed.

Draco smiled and a small tear slid down his cheek. He didn't answer her, though. He did love her. He just didn't say it back because he was afraid that if he did, and she left him (A/N: oh, too sad to think about her leaving . . . but don't worry . . .::grin::), he would be too heartbroken to do anything.

Hermione fell asleep in Draco's arms, and he lifted his head to look down at her. He kissed her softly on the cheek, and, whispered to her sleeping body, "I'm sorry, Hermione."

Then he pulled her closer in his arms and fell asleep.

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A/N: now how about them apples? Lol, aww . . . It's so sad. Ok, I think that was really sweet of Draco, but don't worry, he'll say the words sometime . . . hehehe ok, review and tell me what you think!

ashley