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Stranger at my Door
Chapter 20
Bad news
Hermione's eyes began feeling heavy and she was soon asleep. Draco looked down at the girl in his arms and smiled slightly.
"Oh!" Mari gasped when she entered the room. Draco jumped up with surprise, dropping Hermione back on the bed. She groaned and Draco was instantly hit with a wave of guilt.
WAIT! Guilt?! Draco Malfoy?! He sighed. There was no use. He looked down at his shirt. It was still damp with Hermione's tears. Or maybe it was the water from his melting heart. If his father knew-
"Draco, dear, are you okay?" Mari asked him concerned.
He put a hand on his head and muttered, "I don't know."
"What, hun?" Mari asked not hearing him.
Draco look at her as if just realizing she was there. "I am fine Madame, merci," he replied, straightening up. He looked at her and saw the tear stains on her face.
He couldn't stop himself before he asked, "Are you?"
She sucked in a deep breath. "As well as I could be considering my daughter was hit by a car and unconscious for three days."
Draco nodded. That was reasonable. "What did zee doctor say?" he inquired with his French accent.
"Dan's talking to him now," she told him gesturing toward the window.
Draco watched as a smile crossed Dan's face. "Well it must be good news." he mumbled. He looked over at Mari. She was sitting beside Hermione, stroking her hair.
'She's so pale compared to Mari,' Draco thought. She shouldn't be that pale if she's okay, should she? What was going on?
That second Dan came in. He didn't look nearly as happy as he did in the waiting room. In fact, he looked on the verge of tears.
"Honey..." he began, "the doctor said...there's nothing he can do. She is internally bleeding." Dan bowed his head. Draco's heart felt like it had stopped.
Mari looked up at him with wide eyes. "What?!"
"She's going to die, love," he told his wife softly.
"Oh!" she cried and flung herself into Dan's arms crying.
"Dying?" Draco whispered. His voice seemed so small in the room, silent besides Mari's sobs. 'No. no no no no no... she can't be...' How would this affect the plan? Is what the tiny molecule of MALFOY was saying. But Draco was saying, "I'll never get to tell her-"
"Get to tell her what?" a cold voice interrupted. Draco jumped, not knowing he was speaking aloud. But like last time he regret his action.
"Who are you, boy?" Malfoy senior snarled. Draco didn't answer. Truth was- he didn't know who he was. Was he Draco Malfoy? By name yes...but really...his old thoughts and beliefs no longer agreed with his heart. Strange really. Draco getting a heart, I mean. Or perhaps he always had one.
"You sure aren't my boy," Lucius stated. Draco straightened up.
"Of course I am, father," he responded with the best "I-am-a-muggle-hating- Malfoy" impression he could manage. Sure, he was pretty sure he'd never be that boy again- only god knows what had gone on in his head those few days with the Grangers - but he didn't have to let his father know.
Lucius prowled around him. After making a complete circle around him he stopped, getting into Draco's face. "No. You are not," he shook his head. Lucuis smelled him as if Lucius had been a dog and sneered, "I can smell her on you."
Draco rolled his eyes, although inside he was shaking hard with fear. "Of course you can smell her on me, you bloody git. I've been trying to get "close" to her, have I not?"
Lucius had his wand out in a second and Draco was struck with "Crusio!" He scrunched up in pain but did not give Lucius the satisfaction of screaming or falling to the ground. Not this time.
The pain subsided and Lucius smiled. "Now there's my boy," he stated. Draco looked at him through the pale blonde hair covering his eyes. "My boy," he repeated evilly.
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A/N: it was short, I know!! I'm having so much trouble with everything lately though! I'm sorry! Forgive me?? lol. Review!
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 20
Bad news
Hermione's eyes began feeling heavy and she was soon asleep. Draco looked down at the girl in his arms and smiled slightly.
"Oh!" Mari gasped when she entered the room. Draco jumped up with surprise, dropping Hermione back on the bed. She groaned and Draco was instantly hit with a wave of guilt.
WAIT! Guilt?! Draco Malfoy?! He sighed. There was no use. He looked down at his shirt. It was still damp with Hermione's tears. Or maybe it was the water from his melting heart. If his father knew-
"Draco, dear, are you okay?" Mari asked him concerned.
He put a hand on his head and muttered, "I don't know."
"What, hun?" Mari asked not hearing him.
Draco look at her as if just realizing she was there. "I am fine Madame, merci," he replied, straightening up. He looked at her and saw the tear stains on her face.
He couldn't stop himself before he asked, "Are you?"
She sucked in a deep breath. "As well as I could be considering my daughter was hit by a car and unconscious for three days."
Draco nodded. That was reasonable. "What did zee doctor say?" he inquired with his French accent.
"Dan's talking to him now," she told him gesturing toward the window.
Draco watched as a smile crossed Dan's face. "Well it must be good news." he mumbled. He looked over at Mari. She was sitting beside Hermione, stroking her hair.
'She's so pale compared to Mari,' Draco thought. She shouldn't be that pale if she's okay, should she? What was going on?
That second Dan came in. He didn't look nearly as happy as he did in the waiting room. In fact, he looked on the verge of tears.
"Honey..." he began, "the doctor said...there's nothing he can do. She is internally bleeding." Dan bowed his head. Draco's heart felt like it had stopped.
Mari looked up at him with wide eyes. "What?!"
"She's going to die, love," he told his wife softly.
"Oh!" she cried and flung herself into Dan's arms crying.
"Dying?" Draco whispered. His voice seemed so small in the room, silent besides Mari's sobs. 'No. no no no no no... she can't be...' How would this affect the plan? Is what the tiny molecule of MALFOY was saying. But Draco was saying, "I'll never get to tell her-"
"Get to tell her what?" a cold voice interrupted. Draco jumped, not knowing he was speaking aloud. But like last time he regret his action.
"Who are you, boy?" Malfoy senior snarled. Draco didn't answer. Truth was- he didn't know who he was. Was he Draco Malfoy? By name yes...but really...his old thoughts and beliefs no longer agreed with his heart. Strange really. Draco getting a heart, I mean. Or perhaps he always had one.
"You sure aren't my boy," Lucius stated. Draco straightened up.
"Of course I am, father," he responded with the best "I-am-a-muggle-hating- Malfoy" impression he could manage. Sure, he was pretty sure he'd never be that boy again- only god knows what had gone on in his head those few days with the Grangers - but he didn't have to let his father know.
Lucius prowled around him. After making a complete circle around him he stopped, getting into Draco's face. "No. You are not," he shook his head. Lucuis smelled him as if Lucius had been a dog and sneered, "I can smell her on you."
Draco rolled his eyes, although inside he was shaking hard with fear. "Of course you can smell her on me, you bloody git. I've been trying to get "close" to her, have I not?"
Lucius had his wand out in a second and Draco was struck with "Crusio!" He scrunched up in pain but did not give Lucius the satisfaction of screaming or falling to the ground. Not this time.
The pain subsided and Lucius smiled. "Now there's my boy," he stated. Draco looked at him through the pale blonde hair covering his eyes. "My boy," he repeated evilly.
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A/N: it was short, I know!! I'm having so much trouble with everything lately though! I'm sorry! Forgive me?? lol. Review!