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Stranger at my Door
Chapter 22
The Solution
Draco looked down at the beautiful angel in his arms, fast asleep. That second in time he wished to the God he didn't believe in that he could heal her in anyway. If only by some magic she would be fine when she woke up.
Draco darted up, "That's it!" he exclaimed, excited. Hermione glared up at him with blurry eyes.
"What?" she murmured, half annoyed, half curious.
"It was right in front of us the whole time. Such a simple solution, why didn't we realize that? And you're supposed to be head of the class?" he ranted on and on, now no longer in the hospital bed but pacing back and forth. Hermione was still registering what he was saying when he raced out of the room.
"Draco?" she called after him, watching the door he left from anxiously. Hermione sighed with exhaustion and lay back down, falling asleep quickly despite the mounting feeling of excitement and joy in her heart.
'Dumbledore,
We need your help. Please come to St. James Hospital where Hermione lives. This is an emergency, so please come immediately. Hermione's life depends on it.
Draco Malfoy'
He put down his quill and gave the letter to his owl. "Fly as fast as you can. There's no time to waste," he told it, and sent it off.
Draco couldn't believe how naïve he was for not seeing the answer that was right in front of them the whole time. Magic. They were constantly around it, why hadn't it come to him as an immediate solution??
He flopped down onto Hermione's bed (he had to go to her house to get his owl) feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. She was going to be alright. Hermione. His Hermione.
Draco let out a large breath, filled with relief, and drifted into a light sleep.........
"Draco!" Draco whipped his head around to see Hermione. The two of them were tied together, back to back. Each of their backs seeped with blood from ritualistic carvings. "Draco, make them stop! God, it hurts," she cried. He felt her body racking with the wrenching sobs. He tried to tell her it would be okay. He tried to tell her that he would protect her.
But he couldn't. He felt so completely drained that he was surprised he could stand. The searing pain starting in his back, spread like wildfire into his whole body.
And when he looked up at his surroundings, he couldn't help but wish he hadn't......... Deatheaters. All around them. They were chanting something......... Draco couldn't understand it.
The crowd of Deatheaters suddenly parted and Lucius glided smoothly toward him. "I warned you" was all he said as he raised a dagger up.
Draco shot up in bed and put his hand to his head. He was shaking. "That was the weirdest dream," he muttered to himself, trying to blow it off. He was NOT about to start that "promotion" crap or whatever those muggles called it. That was Potter's deal, not his. Draco growled and forced himself out of bed, his good mood shattered and feeling much like the 'old' Draco.
"Damn it!" he shouted and punched the wall, not caring about the hole he put in it, and walked out of the house. He couldn't help but worry about Hermione after that dream. Although the details were quickly fleeting, the sound of her cries was still ringing in his ears.
a/n- I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG. DON'T KILL ME! I'm so ashamed of myself...I had this written for a while, but I never got around to posting it...I'm horrible. Well, summer's here now so I should be able to write again. Man, I'm starting to think that this story might just be a summer project. Well anyway, the story's almost over ... I'll probably be done with it by the end of the summer. That's sort of saddening... ( Oh well... Review! ( Oh and I know it's premonitions not promotions . . . but he might not. (just so I don't get any lectures)
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 22
The Solution
Draco looked down at the beautiful angel in his arms, fast asleep. That second in time he wished to the God he didn't believe in that he could heal her in anyway. If only by some magic she would be fine when she woke up.
Draco darted up, "That's it!" he exclaimed, excited. Hermione glared up at him with blurry eyes.
"What?" she murmured, half annoyed, half curious.
"It was right in front of us the whole time. Such a simple solution, why didn't we realize that? And you're supposed to be head of the class?" he ranted on and on, now no longer in the hospital bed but pacing back and forth. Hermione was still registering what he was saying when he raced out of the room.
"Draco?" she called after him, watching the door he left from anxiously. Hermione sighed with exhaustion and lay back down, falling asleep quickly despite the mounting feeling of excitement and joy in her heart.
'Dumbledore,
We need your help. Please come to St. James Hospital where Hermione lives. This is an emergency, so please come immediately. Hermione's life depends on it.
Draco Malfoy'
He put down his quill and gave the letter to his owl. "Fly as fast as you can. There's no time to waste," he told it, and sent it off.
Draco couldn't believe how naïve he was for not seeing the answer that was right in front of them the whole time. Magic. They were constantly around it, why hadn't it come to him as an immediate solution??
He flopped down onto Hermione's bed (he had to go to her house to get his owl) feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. She was going to be alright. Hermione. His Hermione.
Draco let out a large breath, filled with relief, and drifted into a light sleep.........
"Draco!" Draco whipped his head around to see Hermione. The two of them were tied together, back to back. Each of their backs seeped with blood from ritualistic carvings. "Draco, make them stop! God, it hurts," she cried. He felt her body racking with the wrenching sobs. He tried to tell her it would be okay. He tried to tell her that he would protect her.
But he couldn't. He felt so completely drained that he was surprised he could stand. The searing pain starting in his back, spread like wildfire into his whole body.
And when he looked up at his surroundings, he couldn't help but wish he hadn't......... Deatheaters. All around them. They were chanting something......... Draco couldn't understand it.
The crowd of Deatheaters suddenly parted and Lucius glided smoothly toward him. "I warned you" was all he said as he raised a dagger up.
Draco shot up in bed and put his hand to his head. He was shaking. "That was the weirdest dream," he muttered to himself, trying to blow it off. He was NOT about to start that "promotion" crap or whatever those muggles called it. That was Potter's deal, not his. Draco growled and forced himself out of bed, his good mood shattered and feeling much like the 'old' Draco.
"Damn it!" he shouted and punched the wall, not caring about the hole he put in it, and walked out of the house. He couldn't help but worry about Hermione after that dream. Although the details were quickly fleeting, the sound of her cries was still ringing in his ears.
a/n- I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG. DON'T KILL ME! I'm so ashamed of myself...I had this written for a while, but I never got around to posting it...I'm horrible. Well, summer's here now so I should be able to write again. Man, I'm starting to think that this story might just be a summer project. Well anyway, the story's almost over ... I'll probably be done with it by the end of the summer. That's sort of saddening... ( Oh well... Review! ( Oh and I know it's premonitions not promotions . . . but he might not. (just so I don't get any lectures)