Hermione sat quietly on the bed. Things were scattered all over the place. Hermione crawled up to where Draco way sleeping and placed the thermometer in his mouth. When it beeped , signaling that it was done, she took it and read the temperature.
"105. That's too high just too be a cold or something." She thought to herself.
She placed the many ice-packs on and around Draco. Though he was asleep he was mumbling like he was awake.
"No stop. Just stop." He said tossing and turning.
"He looks like he is in a lot of pain." She said quickly humping off the bed and went out the door to the kitchen. She went to the refrigerator and pulled open the door to look for anything that she could take back with her. She picked out a few things and set them on the counter. She heard a loud bang and ran faster then she thought she could. She got to Draco's door and saw him on the floor. She went to him and tried to pick him back up but couldn't. She sat down and pulled herself and him toward the wall. She leaned on the wall and put Draco's head in her lap. This was the only way she knew how to comfort him. She was gently stroking his bleach-blonde hair.
Sweat was dripping down his face. She grabbed a washcloth that was close and wiped his face. Draco though he was sleeping he was talking, breathing heavy. He kept having the same dream over and over again. Though he knew all to well that the dream wasn't a dream, it had happened before.
He wanted so bad to just to be awake and tell Hermione not to worry but he couldn't he didn't have enough strength. He knew that Hermione would stick with him, not leaving him in his current state. That was something he just didn't understand. He had been so mean to her, calling her a "mud blood" to her face, taunting her friends. Draco , if he was in the similar situation probably wouldn't do what she is doing. He felt like he should have died. He had been so close to death too many times. Though he was in a dream state he felt something go threw his hair. He was so thankful that only she was there to see him at his worst. Only the house elves and Hermione had ever seen him like this. His mother, Narcissa , had never been around for Draco. Lucius never wanted her around in case he brought home another woman. Narcissa spent most of her time locked in the basement only to come up when she needed to eat. His mother had always been nice to him, she was over shadowed by Lucius. "Father" wasn't a part of Draco's vocabulary. He in return to Lucius's cold attitude Draco never once showed affection toward anyone.
Draco, from the first time that he laid eyes on Hermione , he had loved her unconditionally. He was jealous of the fact that Hermione had two best friends and at that two guys. One being Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the other Ron Weasley. His friend , if you could call them friends, didn't like him, Lucius made them watch over Draco.
Hermione cried silently to herself for Draco. Hermione was so scared that he wouldn't make it out of whatever was pulling him in. She was scared that Draco kept too much to himself, he never vented about anything.
"I should have talked to him. He obviously wanted to talk when he woke me up. This is all my fault and he might die because of me." Hermione kept her hand on his beautiful bleach blonde hair. She couldn't leave him, here alone again. She knew that Draco would refuse to go to the hospital wing. She was trying her best to take care of him without magic, seeing as though she didn't know what was wrong with him. Many times in the past three days Hermione had heard knocks on the main door from Harry and Ron. She didn't once get up. Only once did Dumbledore come by to check on the situation. Hermione did her best to explain what happened threw the tears that came down her face. Dumbledore had excused them from classes for how ever long they needed. Tears streamed down her face and splashed on Draco's pale face. Draco flinched and like a fairy tale his eyes opened. It was like love had made Draco seen the light and come back to reality. Draco saw the tears in Hermione's face. As one fell down her face Draco lifted a hand and wiped it away. Draco realized he was on the floor but his head was in Hermione's lap. He looked up at her face and saw that she was not only crying but the look on her face told him that she was devastated. He tried to quickly sit up but was softly pushed down by Hermione's hand.
"You need to rest." She said shakily.
"But I need to.." he was cut off by Hermione's finger on his lips.
"You need to rest. You need your strength back. Do you want to go back in your bed?" Hermione asked in a gentle voice.
"No I like it here." Draco said closing his eye lids.
Hermione started playing with his hair again. She sat quietly waiting for Draco to wake up.
For a week she had neglected to take care of herself. She was dehydrated and starved.
flashback
"Dad I'm hunge." Hermione's little five year old voice rang threw the kitchen.
"God Damn it kid I DON'T CARE. GO OUT SIDE AND DON'T BOTHER ME ANYMORE." Her father's voice was loud and shook the walls. Hermione had never seen her father like this.
"But dad I'm hunge." Hermione said a little more sternly.
Her father got up from the table forcefully, the chair which he had been sitting was now neglected on floor. Hermione slowly started to back away. Her fathers face was red with anger, his eyes were clouded with jealousy. Her father backed her into a corner. Her raised a hand.
"Daddy, daddy what are you doing?" She said, adrenalin pumping threw her veins.
Her dad swung his hand, It collided with her soft face.
Hermione started to scream. She ran threw the house and up to her room and locked herself in there and found her way to the closet.