Disclaimer: NO!!! NO!!!! Don't take my Draco away; it's not my fault I
couldn't make up the character first! I wasn't quick enough! *cries*
Chapter 7:
He ran through the halls listening intently for any sound. He ran for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. Suddenly he stopped as he came towards a door. Slowly he reached out his trembling hand and opened it. There was the girl, kneeling on the floor, her back towards him.
His body trembled all over now as he walked slowly, one step at a time, toward the girl. When he was close enough he placed his hand on her warm shoulder. He felt her jump at the coldness but soon returned to her crying. Looking down at girl, he wasn't surprised to find that he knew her. A light shone from two small windows behind him, that lit her face enough to make out her features. He tore his gaze away from her tear-streaked face and focused on her hand, as he heard a strange noise. "Drip. Drip. Drip"
A crimson pool of blood covered the floor and she was in no better condition. Thick red blood covered her wrist flowing down towards her elbow and flowing off the side of her arm, dripping onto the floor.
No! This can not be. This is exactly like my dream. 'Granger!' he roared. Taking his arms and wrapping them around her slender shoulders he felt her collapse and sink into him. 'No.' he whispered. He slowly picked up the weightless and frail girl and held her body in his strong arms. 'Hold on Granger, I didn't save you before to loose you now.' He moved his way out the door and broke into a run towards the hospital wing with Hermiones head resting on his chest and her legs and arms dangling freely over the sides or his arms.
Suddenly he could not maintain his hold on the girl for she was shaking to violently. She placed her gently on the floor and began to panic. Leave her, she is a worthless mudblood and a Griffindor. He paused on the spot and gazed into the girl's now open eyes. Mudblood or not she is still a human being and she had saved his life recently, although he had saved hers before hand. His line of thoughts were broken as he heard short gasps coming from the girl. Kneeling on the stony ground he took her hand in his, trying to forget the blood that now covered his hands, and began to rub it gently. 'Granger? Granger?' He called out but received no reply. 'Listen to me. Your bleeding badly, I need to get you to Madam Pomfrey.' He began to get slightly frustrated when he saw no sign of her being able to hear his words.
Hermione could hear a voice but couldn't figure out which direction it was coming from or who it belonged to. 'No!' she screamed with all the energy she had. She felt light-headed and trembled worse then before. What is happening? Why am I trembling? Why did the voice say I'm bleeding badly? I'm not bleeding at all.
He let his instincts take over despite the fact his mind told him to leave. He stood and scooped up the quivering girl like he had done previously. Having a firm grip on her, he sprinted around many corners and finally found himself outside the hospital. His throat ached from breathing so hard.
'I d-don't u-understand. W-where a-am I? Who are y-you?' To his surprise Hermione still conscience. Her fighting spirit amazed him. Not even I could have probably survived this long. He admitted truthfully to himself.
It was as if the world had heard and she now slipped into unconsciousness and soon after her heart suddenly stoped beating.
Draco felt her body relax and go limp. A lump in his throat formed as he looked down at the pale girl. 'Help!' He screamed. 'Hang on Gra- Hermione.' He whispered in her ear whilst he frantically searched for a pulse but found none. HELP!' Blood dripped endlessly from her wrists to the floor, but it had now turned from crimson to a brownish dull colour. He felt the urge to just bolt and run away so that there would be one less mudblood in the world, but he stood there frozen, a tear rolling down his cheek and slide off his chin onto the girl's bluish, unmoving lips. 'Why would you do this to yourself?' He lowered his head hiding the now frequently flowing tears that had formed. It was a bloody and sickening sight to look at. How can I live with myself knowing I could have help you sooner?
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A REVIEW! Even if its small, I would love to get over 70. :D hehe.
Soz I didn't post this sooner, my computer was stuffing up and blah blah blah.
I wonder, hummmm, what's going on in my crazy mind? Will I kill Hermione off? Tell me what you think?
REVIEWS WILL BE IN NEXT CHAPPIE! Soz guys but I'm at school :S and they don't know I'm doing this, hehe, stupid teacher :P
Luv elven ice angel.
Oh yeah AND.. All your questions will prob be sorted out in the next chappie, enjoy :D, and no I'm not going to give up on this story.
Chapter 7:
He ran through the halls listening intently for any sound. He ran for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. Suddenly he stopped as he came towards a door. Slowly he reached out his trembling hand and opened it. There was the girl, kneeling on the floor, her back towards him.
His body trembled all over now as he walked slowly, one step at a time, toward the girl. When he was close enough he placed his hand on her warm shoulder. He felt her jump at the coldness but soon returned to her crying. Looking down at girl, he wasn't surprised to find that he knew her. A light shone from two small windows behind him, that lit her face enough to make out her features. He tore his gaze away from her tear-streaked face and focused on her hand, as he heard a strange noise. "Drip. Drip. Drip"
A crimson pool of blood covered the floor and she was in no better condition. Thick red blood covered her wrist flowing down towards her elbow and flowing off the side of her arm, dripping onto the floor.
No! This can not be. This is exactly like my dream. 'Granger!' he roared. Taking his arms and wrapping them around her slender shoulders he felt her collapse and sink into him. 'No.' he whispered. He slowly picked up the weightless and frail girl and held her body in his strong arms. 'Hold on Granger, I didn't save you before to loose you now.' He moved his way out the door and broke into a run towards the hospital wing with Hermiones head resting on his chest and her legs and arms dangling freely over the sides or his arms.
Suddenly he could not maintain his hold on the girl for she was shaking to violently. She placed her gently on the floor and began to panic. Leave her, she is a worthless mudblood and a Griffindor. He paused on the spot and gazed into the girl's now open eyes. Mudblood or not she is still a human being and she had saved his life recently, although he had saved hers before hand. His line of thoughts were broken as he heard short gasps coming from the girl. Kneeling on the stony ground he took her hand in his, trying to forget the blood that now covered his hands, and began to rub it gently. 'Granger? Granger?' He called out but received no reply. 'Listen to me. Your bleeding badly, I need to get you to Madam Pomfrey.' He began to get slightly frustrated when he saw no sign of her being able to hear his words.
Hermione could hear a voice but couldn't figure out which direction it was coming from or who it belonged to. 'No!' she screamed with all the energy she had. She felt light-headed and trembled worse then before. What is happening? Why am I trembling? Why did the voice say I'm bleeding badly? I'm not bleeding at all.
He let his instincts take over despite the fact his mind told him to leave. He stood and scooped up the quivering girl like he had done previously. Having a firm grip on her, he sprinted around many corners and finally found himself outside the hospital. His throat ached from breathing so hard.
'I d-don't u-understand. W-where a-am I? Who are y-you?' To his surprise Hermione still conscience. Her fighting spirit amazed him. Not even I could have probably survived this long. He admitted truthfully to himself.
It was as if the world had heard and she now slipped into unconsciousness and soon after her heart suddenly stoped beating.
Draco felt her body relax and go limp. A lump in his throat formed as he looked down at the pale girl. 'Help!' He screamed. 'Hang on Gra- Hermione.' He whispered in her ear whilst he frantically searched for a pulse but found none. HELP!' Blood dripped endlessly from her wrists to the floor, but it had now turned from crimson to a brownish dull colour. He felt the urge to just bolt and run away so that there would be one less mudblood in the world, but he stood there frozen, a tear rolling down his cheek and slide off his chin onto the girl's bluish, unmoving lips. 'Why would you do this to yourself?' He lowered his head hiding the now frequently flowing tears that had formed. It was a bloody and sickening sight to look at. How can I live with myself knowing I could have help you sooner?
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A REVIEW! Even if its small, I would love to get over 70. :D hehe.
Soz I didn't post this sooner, my computer was stuffing up and blah blah blah.
I wonder, hummmm, what's going on in my crazy mind? Will I kill Hermione off? Tell me what you think?
REVIEWS WILL BE IN NEXT CHAPPIE! Soz guys but I'm at school :S and they don't know I'm doing this, hehe, stupid teacher :P
Luv elven ice angel.
Oh yeah AND.. All your questions will prob be sorted out in the next chappie, enjoy :D, and no I'm not going to give up on this story.