Damn Girl!: Chapter Six.
Disclaimer: See previous Chapters.
Summary: See previous chapters.
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Last Time:
Hermione sat up slightly. "Draco, promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Don't let her kill Harry. He must survive."
"Who's going to kill Potter?" I asked quickly.
"Promise me," Hermione said, firmer. Not answering my question in the least.
"I promise," I told her, kissing her forehead, before the potion knocked her unconscious.
Who did she mean? Who was going to hurt Potter? And now I had to help him, and I had to tell him. Which involved talking to and hanging out with Potter. This wasn't a good thing.
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Chapter Six: St. Mungo's...
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I tossed and turned in her bed, gripping the sheets. My hand thrashed forward and I shot upright, finally awake. I had been having another nightmare; It was the fourth time this week, and always the same dream.
Christina slowly walking up to North Tower, turning into a room and cornering a boy, a dark-haired boy. A dark-haired boy with a lightning scar.
I would scream for Harry to run, but he wouldn't move.
Christina would raise her wand and then I would wake up, cold with sweat running down my back.
The nurses rushed in; One with a wash cloth, the other with a needle.
"No... No, I don't need that," I pleaded with them.
"Sorry, Hermione," Abbie told me, sticking the needle into my arm, her eyes truly sorry.
My mind buzzed and I fell back onto the pillows, and into darkness.
-
I rewoke, sunlight was shining through my window, even if the sunlight wasn't actually there.
Abbie was sitting next to my bed, a food tray next to my bed.
"Good morning, Hermione," She said cheerfully, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Fine," I lied.
Abbie didn't notice the lie. "Good, breakfast?"
I nodded and the tray was placed onto my lap. I looked down depressingly at porridge and orange juice. It was the same thing everyday, everyday for the passed two months.
"Is Draco coming today?" I asked, which was exactly what I asked everyday.
Abbie grinned today. "Actually, Hermione, he is."
I blinked, "Are you serious?"
Abbie nodded and passed me a plastic spoon.
I dispised plastic utensils, like I'd actually use one to kill myself. Of course, that was the rule since Holly had done it last week. Holly had been my room mate. I hadn't really minded when she died, she was annoying. Always screaming in her sleep, wimpering when they gave her needles. Skiving daily checks one way or the other. You could say I was almost glad to see her go.
"Abbie can't I just have a metal spoon, just for today? It's a spoon, only a spoon, and you can sit here and watch me eat."
Abbie seemed stuck between actually allowing it, and not breaking the rules.
"Please?" I begged.
Abbie sighed and went to collect a spoon.
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I spend the morning in my bedroom, pretending to read, but really I was watching the clock, waiting until Draco would get here. I didn't want to be doing anything when he got here.
I was over the moon about Dumbledore letting him visit, he most probably was accompanied by Madam Pomfrey, who came with him last month to check my progress.
Draco had said Harry was fine, I wish I could have seen him. I knew she was going to do it. I'd seen it. He had sent her, V-Voldemort, had sent her to kill him.
I couldn't let Harry die, he was one of my best friends, even if he was mad at me.
I just hoped Draco was watching him, closely.
Draco didn't arrive until one in the afternoon. Abbie had been and gone will my daily pills and lunch, luckily. I didn't want Draco to see me so weak, I didn't want him to lose interest in me. I would end up just like Holly if I didn't have Draco. He was my life force, and I needed him more than anything.
The moment he entered the room I leapt from the bed and straight into his arms.
"Draco!" I screamed, hugging him tighter than ever before.
"Hey, Hermione," Draco said, leading me back to the bed.
I noticed he was looking at he oddly.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Draco nodded, but didn't look me in the eye.
Madam Pomfrey walked in the room.
"Hello, Madam Pomfrey," I said politely.
"Hermione, dear, you've gain colour."
"Thank you," I said and turned back to Draco as Madam Pomfrey picked my chart from the end of the bed, I hoped she would get what it said, because it was all in symbols and shortened words, I didn't get it at all.
I took Draco's hand. "I've missed you soo much," I told him.
Draco nodded. "I've missed you too," He said, but his heart wasn't in it.
I gave him an odd look. My eyes snapped to Madam Pomfrey as she gave a quick gasp.
"Er- I just need to see the healers," she said and left the room quickly.
"What was that about?" I asked, looking at where Madam Pomfrey had been.
Draco shrugged and changed the subject.
"So, how have you been?" He asked.
"I've been good," I told him, so overly-pleased to see him.
"Good," Draco said looking at the ground.
I asked the question that had been racking my brain all morning. "How's Harry?"
"Potter's great, peachy keen. He won't talk to me, look at me or even duel me," Draco said dully. "I've been trying, truly I have, Hermione."
"It's okay," I told him. "I didn't think Harry would warm up to you, even over two months. But I'll be back soon, I'll fix it."
"About that," Draco told me.
"What?" I asked, squeezing his hand, knowing I wouldn't like what came next.
"Madam Pomfrey told me that you haven't made enough progress from what information she's received. You're still technically incurable."
"What do you mean incurable?!" I asked, shocked.
Abbie rushed into the room, a needle in her hand.
"Abbie, no, I'm fine."
"Hermione, you're too worked up."
"Stop!" I screamed and she came near me. "Draco, help."
"Hermione, they're going to have to keep you until you're cured."
"Draco, if you love me, you'll help me."
"Please, Hermione, just take the needle."
"I do love you," Draco told me.
My eyes pleaded with him. "Please Draco, make it all stop."
"I'm sorry, Hermione, I can't."
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End Chapter.
What did you think? I know its a weird change to Hermione's POV, but I wanted to show the St. Mungo's side of things. I'll probably switch between Hermione's and Draco's POV's until Hermione is released from St. Mungo's, if she is released, ;D.
Until next chapter...
-Chari-J.
Disclaimer: See previous Chapters.
Summary: See previous chapters.
---
Last Time:
Hermione sat up slightly. "Draco, promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Don't let her kill Harry. He must survive."
"Who's going to kill Potter?" I asked quickly.
"Promise me," Hermione said, firmer. Not answering my question in the least.
"I promise," I told her, kissing her forehead, before the potion knocked her unconscious.
Who did she mean? Who was going to hurt Potter? And now I had to help him, and I had to tell him. Which involved talking to and hanging out with Potter. This wasn't a good thing.
---
Chapter Six: St. Mungo's...
---
I tossed and turned in her bed, gripping the sheets. My hand thrashed forward and I shot upright, finally awake. I had been having another nightmare; It was the fourth time this week, and always the same dream.
Christina slowly walking up to North Tower, turning into a room and cornering a boy, a dark-haired boy. A dark-haired boy with a lightning scar.
I would scream for Harry to run, but he wouldn't move.
Christina would raise her wand and then I would wake up, cold with sweat running down my back.
The nurses rushed in; One with a wash cloth, the other with a needle.
"No... No, I don't need that," I pleaded with them.
"Sorry, Hermione," Abbie told me, sticking the needle into my arm, her eyes truly sorry.
My mind buzzed and I fell back onto the pillows, and into darkness.
-
I rewoke, sunlight was shining through my window, even if the sunlight wasn't actually there.
Abbie was sitting next to my bed, a food tray next to my bed.
"Good morning, Hermione," She said cheerfully, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Fine," I lied.
Abbie didn't notice the lie. "Good, breakfast?"
I nodded and the tray was placed onto my lap. I looked down depressingly at porridge and orange juice. It was the same thing everyday, everyday for the passed two months.
"Is Draco coming today?" I asked, which was exactly what I asked everyday.
Abbie grinned today. "Actually, Hermione, he is."
I blinked, "Are you serious?"
Abbie nodded and passed me a plastic spoon.
I dispised plastic utensils, like I'd actually use one to kill myself. Of course, that was the rule since Holly had done it last week. Holly had been my room mate. I hadn't really minded when she died, she was annoying. Always screaming in her sleep, wimpering when they gave her needles. Skiving daily checks one way or the other. You could say I was almost glad to see her go.
"Abbie can't I just have a metal spoon, just for today? It's a spoon, only a spoon, and you can sit here and watch me eat."
Abbie seemed stuck between actually allowing it, and not breaking the rules.
"Please?" I begged.
Abbie sighed and went to collect a spoon.
---
I spend the morning in my bedroom, pretending to read, but really I was watching the clock, waiting until Draco would get here. I didn't want to be doing anything when he got here.
I was over the moon about Dumbledore letting him visit, he most probably was accompanied by Madam Pomfrey, who came with him last month to check my progress.
Draco had said Harry was fine, I wish I could have seen him. I knew she was going to do it. I'd seen it. He had sent her, V-Voldemort, had sent her to kill him.
I couldn't let Harry die, he was one of my best friends, even if he was mad at me.
I just hoped Draco was watching him, closely.
Draco didn't arrive until one in the afternoon. Abbie had been and gone will my daily pills and lunch, luckily. I didn't want Draco to see me so weak, I didn't want him to lose interest in me. I would end up just like Holly if I didn't have Draco. He was my life force, and I needed him more than anything.
The moment he entered the room I leapt from the bed and straight into his arms.
"Draco!" I screamed, hugging him tighter than ever before.
"Hey, Hermione," Draco said, leading me back to the bed.
I noticed he was looking at he oddly.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Draco nodded, but didn't look me in the eye.
Madam Pomfrey walked in the room.
"Hello, Madam Pomfrey," I said politely.
"Hermione, dear, you've gain colour."
"Thank you," I said and turned back to Draco as Madam Pomfrey picked my chart from the end of the bed, I hoped she would get what it said, because it was all in symbols and shortened words, I didn't get it at all.
I took Draco's hand. "I've missed you soo much," I told him.
Draco nodded. "I've missed you too," He said, but his heart wasn't in it.
I gave him an odd look. My eyes snapped to Madam Pomfrey as she gave a quick gasp.
"Er- I just need to see the healers," she said and left the room quickly.
"What was that about?" I asked, looking at where Madam Pomfrey had been.
Draco shrugged and changed the subject.
"So, how have you been?" He asked.
"I've been good," I told him, so overly-pleased to see him.
"Good," Draco said looking at the ground.
I asked the question that had been racking my brain all morning. "How's Harry?"
"Potter's great, peachy keen. He won't talk to me, look at me or even duel me," Draco said dully. "I've been trying, truly I have, Hermione."
"It's okay," I told him. "I didn't think Harry would warm up to you, even over two months. But I'll be back soon, I'll fix it."
"About that," Draco told me.
"What?" I asked, squeezing his hand, knowing I wouldn't like what came next.
"Madam Pomfrey told me that you haven't made enough progress from what information she's received. You're still technically incurable."
"What do you mean incurable?!" I asked, shocked.
Abbie rushed into the room, a needle in her hand.
"Abbie, no, I'm fine."
"Hermione, you're too worked up."
"Stop!" I screamed and she came near me. "Draco, help."
"Hermione, they're going to have to keep you until you're cured."
"Draco, if you love me, you'll help me."
"Please, Hermione, just take the needle."
"I do love you," Draco told me.
My eyes pleaded with him. "Please Draco, make it all stop."
"I'm sorry, Hermione, I can't."
---
End Chapter.
What did you think? I know its a weird change to Hermione's POV, but I wanted to show the St. Mungo's side of things. I'll probably switch between Hermione's and Draco's POV's until Hermione is released from St. Mungo's, if she is released, ;D.
Until next chapter...
-Chari-J.