Chapter 13: My True Love

All I saw was a blur of light as my eyes opened slowly. I blinked once or twice as a mere image of a room evolved before my eyes. " She's alive, Professor!" a voice yelled, though it seemed distant as if echoing in an odd way. Suddenly it came to me; where was Draco? My eyes finally adjusted as I found myself in a small bed with white sheets covering me or shall we say practically detaining me from getting off the bed. It was located to what I recognized the Hospital Wing in no other than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Beside my bed sat a young man with jet-black hair and amazing emerald eyes hidden behind spectacles. Those eyes stared concernedly at me. " Where is he, Harry? Where's my Draco?" I pleaded trying to get out of the covers. He pushed me back in the bed.

" Jessica, every thing's going to be okay," he smiled meekly and held my hand that was trying so hard to grab onto anything.

" Harry, where is he?" I asked again, misgiving his response.

" He's fine, Jess, don't worry. Professor Dumbledore is looking after him right now," Harry said, though I sensed apprehension on his face. I sluggishly leaned back onto the pillow that supported my head, then I felt an odd sensation as my head hit the softness; pain. I yelped from the pain as Harry gently brushed his hand where I found to be a cut. He whispered words to calm me as if mothering a child. I let him for the pain was unbearable. After the pain eased a bit, I asked Harry a question that boggled my mind.

" Harry, what happened to me?"

" You and Draco were found not but a day ago in the Forbidden Forest, Jess-," Harry was interrupted.

" Which is fortunate for you and Draco that Harry did a little bit of research on the backgrounds of the Malfoy family and Lord Voldemort, or we wouldn't have found you," An old man's voice said as I looked away from Harry, there stood in front of my bed was Professor Dumbledore.

" Professor, how's Draco?" I asked desperately. Suddenly the twinkle in his eyes changed to uncertainty.

" Mrs. Malfoy, we found both of you on the ground, as if dead, but I knew you were still breathing. Lucius couldn't do much damage, though, because Mr. Potter here and more Aurors came to your rescue. I regret to say this, but Mr. Malfoy was hit severely with many curses, and we aren't sure how he's doing. He may go to St. Mongos," Professor Dumbledore stated. My eyes began to fill with tears as I tore off the sheets of the bed and frantically ran out of it to search for Draco's bed.

A man lay in bed across from mine; a man with striking blond hair that shined even from under the dim lights of the hospital. His eyes were shut and his skin was paler than I had ever seen. " DRACO!" I screamed. His arms lay at his sides as I grabbed one and traced my fingers along his face. " Please don't be dead," I whispered in his ear. His eyes wouldn't open and I menacingly shook his body, to see if it would awaken him. I found it didn't work for his eyes never awoke.

That moment I wanted more than anything just to see his blue eyes staring at mine. It didn't happen. I became hysterical, and screamed, " DRACO! DON'T BE DEAD!" Someone's arms grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away from the bed. I reached out my hand, wanting to grasp onto his, but it was too late and I was forced back into my bed. I cried for the longest time in bed as Harry held my hand and whispered kind words to calm me.

Weeks went by, as I fully healed. Draco wasn't making any progress for his eyes never opened, though he was still breathing. I went with as they carried him into St. Mongos for more examinations. The Healers were very kind to me, and told me he'd get better in a month's timing. For days, I sat in the chair beside the bed he lay in; making sure the room was in perfect shape for when he woke from his long sleep. Old friends from Hogwarts sent 'Get Well' cards and flowers.

Pansy came for a visit once or twice, making sure I was all right. Harry came by almost every day to also check on me and to see how Draco was improving. "How's he doing today, Jess?" he asked one day.

"They've put him on some kind of medication from the muggle world. It is to help with what they call a coma or something," I answered as I straightened Draco's pillow.

"He's looking quite better than usual. His paleness is going away gradually," Harry said.

"Yes, I know. Draco's Healer said that he'll maybe even wake up today, though I know they're only saying that because they're trying to get my hopes up," I said gloomily.

" I'm sure they could be right, you know."

" We can only hope," I sighed.

"I've brought you breakfast, if you'd like it." Harry handed me a muffin with a mug of tea.

"Thanks, Harry," I said as I ate the food. " You're so kind to me, and I truly thank you."

"Anything to help a friend in need. I must go so I'll return tomorrow," Harry said with a smile as he left through the doorway. I sighed as I thought it would be another long day until Draco would probably come out of his sleep. I stayed at the hospital and never went home-not that I wanted to even though Harry and the Aurors caught Lucius and my parents and sent them to Azkaban- it just didn't feel right, leaving Draco alone.

The Healers let me sleep on a nearby open bed so I could rest. After Harry left, I snatched a book that Pansy gave me to read so I wouldn't be bored, and I lay down on the hospital bed. Usually when I read a great book, I get so engrossed into it that I can't get out until the end of it. That book was a good book, but somehow a soft sigh sent me out of my reading trance. The sound appeared to be coming from Draco's bed. I glanced from the book, to the bed across from where I was on, to see a pair of baffled blue orbs staring around him.

I briskly dropped the book and ran to the bed. " DRACO!" I screamed in joy. He seemed surprised to see me, but then after a couple of seconds of contemplating where he was, he suddenly smiled.

" Jessica," he softly said. He sat up in the bed and pulled his feet from under the covers to stand up. He wrapped his arms around me as I did to him.

" I've missed you," I began to say as a tear dripped down my face, " It's been too long."

" You don't have to worry any more. I'm here," he said as he brushed his hand through my hair.

" I love you, Draco," I said and pulled back to look at his face and gaze at his admirable eyes. " Don't leave me like that again."

" I will never do that to you again. I love you, Jess." At that perfect moment, we shared the longest kiss of true love.