Join the Cutting Club
By Emma L. Granger
Summary: Ever heard of cutting yourself to relieve stress? Pain? Hermione lost in all her sorrows decides to explore this option. Will Malfoy care enough to help? Will he even find out...D/Hr.
Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? No. How about J.K. Rowling? No. An Easel? Yes.
A/N: I felt like writing. So...here you go! By the way I'm making this PG13 because of the blood and stuff.
I'd like to run away
From you,
But if you didn't come
And find me ...
I would die.
-Shirley Bassey
Last time (chapter 2):
"What about Hermione?" Harry queried.
"Haven't you heard Harry? Hermione turned up last night at the hospital wing all bloody and everything with Malfoy. I saw it myself while Madame Pomfrey was fixing my wrist."
Harry looked at Ginny and Ron. "Malfoy." Ron spat the boy's last name with disgust.
"Let's go." Harry said as he and Ginny got up.
"But I haven't finished eating!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Ginny scolded him.
"Sorry." Ron mumbled as he got up and ran after them.
Chapter 3:
"But Madame Pomfrey Malfoy has to have something to do with the reason why Hermione's lying in that bed nearly dead!" Harry argued with the nurse.
Ginny just threw Hermione worried glances while she cried softly behind Harry, and Ron was looking almost as pale as Hermione. "Trust me Mr. Potter Mr. Malfoy had nothing to do with what happened to Ms. Granger-"
"Well how bloody hell would you know?" Ron had finally found his voice.
"Mr. Weasley I will not tolerate that type of language in my presence."
"Ok fine. How would you know that that Ferret had nothing to do with Hermione?"
"If the ferret you're talking about is Mr. Malfoy well then you'll have to take my word for it. It was pretty easy to see he had nothing to do with it. My the young man came in here last night carrying Ms. Granger all covered in her blood I'll let you know. He was practically sobbing and telling me to tend to the girl or she'd die. I think you can agree with me that that was probably a very intense moment for Mr. Malfoy. Why after her he put Ms. Granger to rest he fell asleep on that bed and hasn't woken up since." Madame Pomfrey stated.
"So you're telling us that Malfoy just carried Hermione in here, was crying and then fell asleep on a bed?"
"Yes Mr. Potter that's what I said. No shoo, these patients need rest." She said while shooing the three out the door.
&
1 ½ week later (Great Hall):
"So how's 'Mione been doing Ron?" Harry asked Ron while buttering a piece of toast. For some reason Ron seemed to be the one visiting Hermione the most out of them all so he knew he current status of health.
"Not any better, still as pale as ever. Malfoy's all right but you know how he gets every time he wakes up. It's like he has amnesia or something." Ron said. Ron on the other hand was being highly affected by all of this and had lately been losing his appetite.
"Oh." That was all Harry could manage, that one letter word. He had over heard Madame Pomfrey talking to the headmaster, more like eavesdropped, about Malfoy's condition. How Malfoy would wake up in the middle of the night and go over to Hermione's bed and start to shake her. How he would call out her name in the countless nightmares he had, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Maybe we should visit her after dinner." Ginny suggested.
"Yeah...maybe..." Harry said.
&
(Hospital wing)
"Ugh, why does my head hurt so much?" Draco thought as he got out of bed. He shuddered as his bare feet made contact with the ice-cold floor. He started to look around at his surroundings. Why was he here? He didn't know. He soon recognized all the white beds and sick people and assumed he was in the hospital wing.
"Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfreyyy!" He called out her name.
"Yes? Well it's good to see you up again Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey strained a smile and thought, 'Oh Goodness he's up.'
"Now Mr. Malfoy just eat your breakfast and you can go back to rest."
"But I don't want to go back to sleep. I'm not hungry!"
"Now Mr. Malfoy please be quiet, Mrs. Gra-"
"Granger? Where is she?" Draco asked.
'Oh dear.' The nurse thought, 'If he sees her...too late.' She winced as she saw Draco walk over to Hermione's bed and start calling her name.
"Granger? Granger?" He looked at Hermione a bit closer. "Hermione? You awake?"
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger is-"She started to explain.
"No! What's wrong with her! What have you done?" Suddenly all of 'that night's' events started coming back. "No, no, no! Why haven't you helped her yet? Why isn't she better? Why?!" He started shouting at Madame Pomfrey.
"Mr. Malfoy I've done all I can it's up to Ms. Granger. Now please drink this." She handed him something.
"No!"
"Well I have no choice but to do this Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry." She pressed a button near his bed.
Hagrid and Snape entered the room.
"We'll 'old 'im off Poppy." Hagrid said as he made Draco sit on his bed once more. Then grabbing his arms and Snape his legs. "Open wide Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey. It wasn't a request, it was a command.
"No."
"Mr. Malfoy if you do no open your mouth this minute I will flunk you." Snape gave Draco an icy glare.
"MMPHFTT!!" Draco pursed his lips together tightly. Then he felt someone tickle his side he tried not to laugh but couldn't help it, the spell was too strong. The potion went down his throat that made his throat tingle as he fell into another deep sleep.
&
"Those poor kids." Hagrid remarked. Hagrid was sitting next to Poppy, they were having a cup of tea in her office.
"They're going to need help in the future."
"That's if they survive, poor 'ermione eh? Never thought I'd live to see the day Draco Malfoy 'elped a muggle-born."
"Yes quite peculiar of him, don't you think?"
"Do yeh think that they'll survive?
"I don't know Rubeus, I just don't know." She sipped some of her tea and started to think about her two special patients.
&
The potion had finally worn off and it was probably over midnight. Where was he again? Déjà vu...again. The first thought that came to his mind wasn't really thought it a person. Hermione, to be exact. Why wouldn't she wake up? It had been so long since he'd seen her smile (not at him but that didn't matter), heard her laugh, why did he miss her so much? Since when did he notice her this way. She was just one of Potter's bloody friends, part of the "Golden Trio" or "Dream Team" and nothing more.
He walked over to Hermione's bed. She was still cold even with the heavy white sheets that covered her deathlike, almost colorless body. He cupped her hand in his, he shivered at its chilling touch and whispered, "Everything's going to be okay Hermione."
A/N: Ok I know it's not that long but if it's any consolation Hermione will get better soon. :) Please review, same deal just like last time. 5 or more chapters and you'll receive Chapter 4, which I think will be way better than Chapter 3. Ok besides the fact that I don't want you to think this chap is longer than it is I've decided to thank all of my reviewers if I hit fifty or when, whatever. So keep the reviews coming! I love 'em all, YOU GUYS ROCK!!!
By Emma L. Granger
Summary: Ever heard of cutting yourself to relieve stress? Pain? Hermione lost in all her sorrows decides to explore this option. Will Malfoy care enough to help? Will he even find out...D/Hr.
Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? No. How about J.K. Rowling? No. An Easel? Yes.
A/N: I felt like writing. So...here you go! By the way I'm making this PG13 because of the blood and stuff.
I'd like to run away
From you,
But if you didn't come
And find me ...
I would die.
-Shirley Bassey
Last time (chapter 2):
"What about Hermione?" Harry queried.
"Haven't you heard Harry? Hermione turned up last night at the hospital wing all bloody and everything with Malfoy. I saw it myself while Madame Pomfrey was fixing my wrist."
Harry looked at Ginny and Ron. "Malfoy." Ron spat the boy's last name with disgust.
"Let's go." Harry said as he and Ginny got up.
"But I haven't finished eating!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Ginny scolded him.
"Sorry." Ron mumbled as he got up and ran after them.
Chapter 3:
"But Madame Pomfrey Malfoy has to have something to do with the reason why Hermione's lying in that bed nearly dead!" Harry argued with the nurse.
Ginny just threw Hermione worried glances while she cried softly behind Harry, and Ron was looking almost as pale as Hermione. "Trust me Mr. Potter Mr. Malfoy had nothing to do with what happened to Ms. Granger-"
"Well how bloody hell would you know?" Ron had finally found his voice.
"Mr. Weasley I will not tolerate that type of language in my presence."
"Ok fine. How would you know that that Ferret had nothing to do with Hermione?"
"If the ferret you're talking about is Mr. Malfoy well then you'll have to take my word for it. It was pretty easy to see he had nothing to do with it. My the young man came in here last night carrying Ms. Granger all covered in her blood I'll let you know. He was practically sobbing and telling me to tend to the girl or she'd die. I think you can agree with me that that was probably a very intense moment for Mr. Malfoy. Why after her he put Ms. Granger to rest he fell asleep on that bed and hasn't woken up since." Madame Pomfrey stated.
"So you're telling us that Malfoy just carried Hermione in here, was crying and then fell asleep on a bed?"
"Yes Mr. Potter that's what I said. No shoo, these patients need rest." She said while shooing the three out the door.
&
1 ½ week later (Great Hall):
"So how's 'Mione been doing Ron?" Harry asked Ron while buttering a piece of toast. For some reason Ron seemed to be the one visiting Hermione the most out of them all so he knew he current status of health.
"Not any better, still as pale as ever. Malfoy's all right but you know how he gets every time he wakes up. It's like he has amnesia or something." Ron said. Ron on the other hand was being highly affected by all of this and had lately been losing his appetite.
"Oh." That was all Harry could manage, that one letter word. He had over heard Madame Pomfrey talking to the headmaster, more like eavesdropped, about Malfoy's condition. How Malfoy would wake up in the middle of the night and go over to Hermione's bed and start to shake her. How he would call out her name in the countless nightmares he had, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Maybe we should visit her after dinner." Ginny suggested.
"Yeah...maybe..." Harry said.
&
(Hospital wing)
"Ugh, why does my head hurt so much?" Draco thought as he got out of bed. He shuddered as his bare feet made contact with the ice-cold floor. He started to look around at his surroundings. Why was he here? He didn't know. He soon recognized all the white beds and sick people and assumed he was in the hospital wing.
"Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfreyyy!" He called out her name.
"Yes? Well it's good to see you up again Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey strained a smile and thought, 'Oh Goodness he's up.'
"Now Mr. Malfoy just eat your breakfast and you can go back to rest."
"But I don't want to go back to sleep. I'm not hungry!"
"Now Mr. Malfoy please be quiet, Mrs. Gra-"
"Granger? Where is she?" Draco asked.
'Oh dear.' The nurse thought, 'If he sees her...too late.' She winced as she saw Draco walk over to Hermione's bed and start calling her name.
"Granger? Granger?" He looked at Hermione a bit closer. "Hermione? You awake?"
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger is-"She started to explain.
"No! What's wrong with her! What have you done?" Suddenly all of 'that night's' events started coming back. "No, no, no! Why haven't you helped her yet? Why isn't she better? Why?!" He started shouting at Madame Pomfrey.
"Mr. Malfoy I've done all I can it's up to Ms. Granger. Now please drink this." She handed him something.
"No!"
"Well I have no choice but to do this Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry." She pressed a button near his bed.
Hagrid and Snape entered the room.
"We'll 'old 'im off Poppy." Hagrid said as he made Draco sit on his bed once more. Then grabbing his arms and Snape his legs. "Open wide Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey. It wasn't a request, it was a command.
"No."
"Mr. Malfoy if you do no open your mouth this minute I will flunk you." Snape gave Draco an icy glare.
"MMPHFTT!!" Draco pursed his lips together tightly. Then he felt someone tickle his side he tried not to laugh but couldn't help it, the spell was too strong. The potion went down his throat that made his throat tingle as he fell into another deep sleep.
&
"Those poor kids." Hagrid remarked. Hagrid was sitting next to Poppy, they were having a cup of tea in her office.
"They're going to need help in the future."
"That's if they survive, poor 'ermione eh? Never thought I'd live to see the day Draco Malfoy 'elped a muggle-born."
"Yes quite peculiar of him, don't you think?"
"Do yeh think that they'll survive?
"I don't know Rubeus, I just don't know." She sipped some of her tea and started to think about her two special patients.
&
The potion had finally worn off and it was probably over midnight. Where was he again? Déjà vu...again. The first thought that came to his mind wasn't really thought it a person. Hermione, to be exact. Why wouldn't she wake up? It had been so long since he'd seen her smile (not at him but that didn't matter), heard her laugh, why did he miss her so much? Since when did he notice her this way. She was just one of Potter's bloody friends, part of the "Golden Trio" or "Dream Team" and nothing more.
He walked over to Hermione's bed. She was still cold even with the heavy white sheets that covered her deathlike, almost colorless body. He cupped her hand in his, he shivered at its chilling touch and whispered, "Everything's going to be okay Hermione."
A/N: Ok I know it's not that long but if it's any consolation Hermione will get better soon. :) Please review, same deal just like last time. 5 or more chapters and you'll receive Chapter 4, which I think will be way better than Chapter 3. Ok besides the fact that I don't want you to think this chap is longer than it is I've decided to thank all of my reviewers if I hit fifty or when, whatever. So keep the reviews coming! I love 'em all, YOU GUYS ROCK!!!