That night , she awoke to a room of pure darkness. The light from outside crept in beneth the door. " Why" she muttered to herself as is expecting an answer from the darkness. "Why did you have to do this to me".
"Do what ?" he asked as he mysteriously appeared before her eyes and sat on her bed.
"I told you to go" she replied as she slowly got out of bed. She stood up and began to walk towards the door.
"And you were expecting me to leave?" he questioned .
"On account on how much u hate me , Yes and nows the best time to do it" using all the strength in her she pulled open the heavy door of the infirmatry.
"I'm not going " he replied nochantly as he remained seated on the bed.
"Then I'll go" she spoke not thinking carefully, in her condition, where could she go, she needed Mdm Promrey all the time for her regularly take of potions.
"Hermione please.." he got up and slowly walked towards her. "I know for certain that you hate me right now, but you have to be cured. You have no right to die like this " he patiently tried to convince her.
"Oh and so you have a right to to tell me to live or die, wow the world has certainly changed since i last woke up" she replied sacarsticly, yet tears were brimming at her eyes.
"Don't try and be stubborn and listen for once."he grabbed her hand and turned her around to look at him. Tears fell as she looked into his cold eyes, they sent shivers down her spine. "Why should I..." she realsed herself from his grasps"You never listened to me"and she walked back to her bed.
Draco stood there dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to say something but thought he had better not. He had nothing to say. Once in his life Draco Malfoy was lost for words. He did not bother to go to her , he just whispered "I'll come back" and made his way out.
She lied quietly in bed and cried herself to bed. She didn't want him to come back. There was no way that he would convince her to be cure. Why did Mdm Profrey tell him, what was the whole point in that, NOTHING. She didn't want to gain his love and pity just because of her "condition". And if she did get cured she would probably not even know what love was or how it felt. She didn't want to forget that feeling, the way love made her heart feel warm or made her feel safe. It was not worth it ....absolutely not.
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"Do what ?" he asked as he mysteriously appeared before her eyes and sat on her bed.
"I told you to go" she replied as she slowly got out of bed. She stood up and began to walk towards the door.
"And you were expecting me to leave?" he questioned .
"On account on how much u hate me , Yes and nows the best time to do it" using all the strength in her she pulled open the heavy door of the infirmatry.
"I'm not going " he replied nochantly as he remained seated on the bed.
"Then I'll go" she spoke not thinking carefully, in her condition, where could she go, she needed Mdm Promrey all the time for her regularly take of potions.
"Hermione please.." he got up and slowly walked towards her. "I know for certain that you hate me right now, but you have to be cured. You have no right to die like this " he patiently tried to convince her.
"Oh and so you have a right to to tell me to live or die, wow the world has certainly changed since i last woke up" she replied sacarsticly, yet tears were brimming at her eyes.
"Don't try and be stubborn and listen for once."he grabbed her hand and turned her around to look at him. Tears fell as she looked into his cold eyes, they sent shivers down her spine. "Why should I..." she realsed herself from his grasps"You never listened to me"and she walked back to her bed.
Draco stood there dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to say something but thought he had better not. He had nothing to say. Once in his life Draco Malfoy was lost for words. He did not bother to go to her , he just whispered "I'll come back" and made his way out.
She lied quietly in bed and cried herself to bed. She didn't want him to come back. There was no way that he would convince her to be cure. Why did Mdm Profrey tell him, what was the whole point in that, NOTHING. She didn't want to gain his love and pity just because of her "condition". And if she did get cured she would probably not even know what love was or how it felt. She didn't want to forget that feeling, the way love made her heart feel warm or made her feel safe. It was not worth it ....absolutely not.
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