I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head.
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed.
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
But I can be your... -Our Lady Peace, "Theif"
Draco laid in his bed that same night, unable to sleep or do anything but think about Hermione Granger. As he had followed her, and watched her every move over the past few weeks, he had started to fall for her, and he knew that. Draco also knew he shouldn't, and couldn't. If he got involved with her, everything would become ten times as complicated. Granger would become number one on Voldemort's killing list. Draco would probably become number two. Then there was his family, his schoolmates. Merlin, he'd be giving her his life in a silver platter. But, at the same time, Granger would be giving him his.
Of course, now Granger wouldn't talk to Draco. It nearly broke his heart to hear her speak so harshly to him. And he had the terrible feeling that everything said tonight would just help her hurt herself more. He considered stopping watching her, but there was no way he could. Not now, when he thought that there was a better chance for her to hurt herself. He just prayed that she wouldn't.
Draco fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
"Where the hell is it?!" Hermione yelled.
Everyone else was down at breakfast. Hermione was ripping through all her belongings from her trunk. Half of her trunk was now empty, with its contents scattered all over the floor.
"There's got to be another one in here!" she yelled to the empty room.
Hermione kept throwing the items on the floor, not finding what she wanted. Finally, a completely empty trunk was sitting in front of her. She picked up a quill and threw it across the room in anger. She flopped down on her bed with tears coming to her eyes. Looking at her watch, class had already started by fifteen minutes. She began to sob, for the need to punish herself, the need to feel alive, and the need to see her mum. She curled up in a ball on her bed, but then sat straight back up with an idea.
She could use the sharp quill.
'Where is she?' Draco thought to himself as he scanned the Great Hall.
Granger wasn't anywhere in sight. That worried him. What if she was in the Hospital Wing after doing something to herself last night? Merlin, what had he done? How could he have pushed her over to edge like that? He had History of Magic with the Gryffindors this morning, and he knew she'd never miss a class, so he'd see her there.
He walked into class early, hoping she'd be sitting at a desk with parchment and quill, ready to start the day, but she wasn't. She still wasn't there when Professor Binns started class. And she still wasn't there fifteen minutes into class. Trying to get information from Potter and Weasley, he listened in on their conversation.
"Where is Hermione?" Weasley asked in a whisper.
"Lavender said Hermione said she wasn't feeling well," Potter whispered back.
"You don't think that means-?"
"No. It's been weeks. She's better now."
'How thick can you be?' Draco thought to himself.
After class, Draco rushed in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. As prefect, he knew every password to every house. He was out of breath by the time he reached the Fat Lady. She eyed him quizzically.
"Can I help you, Mister Malfoy?" she asked.
"F-F-Firebolt," he gasped.
The Fat Lady shrugged and then opened to let him inside. He ran through their warm Common Room, and toward the girls' dormitories. He found the one that said "6th Years". Taking a deep breath, he swung the door open, and he gasped at what he saw.
Granger laid in a ball on the floor, with blood seeping from a cut in her left arm, and a quill in her right hand. Next to her was a bottle of ink. Ink!!
"Damn it, she'll get ink poisoning!" Draco yelled, and rushed to her side.
He felt her pulse, and it was very slow and faint. She was very pale, with dark bags under her eyes, and her lips were turning purple. She was cold. Draco's heart was pounding. Granger could die at any minute, and it would be his fault. He picked her up, and starting running toward the Hospital Wing.
Draco barged into the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey was attending to someone else.
"Madam Pomfrey!" he yelled. "Granger's hurt!"
Madam Pomfrey jumped up and ran to his side.
"Here, put her here," she said motioning toward a bed.
Draco placed her gently on the bed and backed away. The sight of her like this made him want to cry. Madam Pomfrey checked her out, and looked intently at the arm that was cut, and had all the other scars on it.
"Mister Malfoy?" she asked. "Do you know anything about this?"
Staring at Granger, with tears really coming to his eyes that he tried to hold back, he shook his head. He had to pretend like he just randomly found her. He couldn't let anyone know about what he'd been doing.
"Professor Dumbledore needs to see this," Madam Pomfrey said when she was done cleaning Granger's wound.
She walked out of the Hospital Wing, leaving Draco and Granger alone. Draco walked to Granger's side and put his hand on her right hand, the one that had done her damage. She was still cold, but he could tell Madam Pomfrey had done well, because she was warming up. Tears flowed down his face that no one else could see.
"Granger," he whispered. "Hermione."
She didn't move.
"Hermione, I'm sorry," he continued. "For everything. The professors will know, but I couldn't leave you to die. You were wrong when you said you would be forgotten if you died. I would never forget you if you had died tonight. I would never forget."
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But I can be some courage at the side of your bed.
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
But I can be your... -Our Lady Peace, "Theif"
Draco laid in his bed that same night, unable to sleep or do anything but think about Hermione Granger. As he had followed her, and watched her every move over the past few weeks, he had started to fall for her, and he knew that. Draco also knew he shouldn't, and couldn't. If he got involved with her, everything would become ten times as complicated. Granger would become number one on Voldemort's killing list. Draco would probably become number two. Then there was his family, his schoolmates. Merlin, he'd be giving her his life in a silver platter. But, at the same time, Granger would be giving him his.
Of course, now Granger wouldn't talk to Draco. It nearly broke his heart to hear her speak so harshly to him. And he had the terrible feeling that everything said tonight would just help her hurt herself more. He considered stopping watching her, but there was no way he could. Not now, when he thought that there was a better chance for her to hurt herself. He just prayed that she wouldn't.
Draco fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
"Where the hell is it?!" Hermione yelled.
Everyone else was down at breakfast. Hermione was ripping through all her belongings from her trunk. Half of her trunk was now empty, with its contents scattered all over the floor.
"There's got to be another one in here!" she yelled to the empty room.
Hermione kept throwing the items on the floor, not finding what she wanted. Finally, a completely empty trunk was sitting in front of her. She picked up a quill and threw it across the room in anger. She flopped down on her bed with tears coming to her eyes. Looking at her watch, class had already started by fifteen minutes. She began to sob, for the need to punish herself, the need to feel alive, and the need to see her mum. She curled up in a ball on her bed, but then sat straight back up with an idea.
She could use the sharp quill.
'Where is she?' Draco thought to himself as he scanned the Great Hall.
Granger wasn't anywhere in sight. That worried him. What if she was in the Hospital Wing after doing something to herself last night? Merlin, what had he done? How could he have pushed her over to edge like that? He had History of Magic with the Gryffindors this morning, and he knew she'd never miss a class, so he'd see her there.
He walked into class early, hoping she'd be sitting at a desk with parchment and quill, ready to start the day, but she wasn't. She still wasn't there when Professor Binns started class. And she still wasn't there fifteen minutes into class. Trying to get information from Potter and Weasley, he listened in on their conversation.
"Where is Hermione?" Weasley asked in a whisper.
"Lavender said Hermione said she wasn't feeling well," Potter whispered back.
"You don't think that means-?"
"No. It's been weeks. She's better now."
'How thick can you be?' Draco thought to himself.
After class, Draco rushed in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. As prefect, he knew every password to every house. He was out of breath by the time he reached the Fat Lady. She eyed him quizzically.
"Can I help you, Mister Malfoy?" she asked.
"F-F-Firebolt," he gasped.
The Fat Lady shrugged and then opened to let him inside. He ran through their warm Common Room, and toward the girls' dormitories. He found the one that said "6th Years". Taking a deep breath, he swung the door open, and he gasped at what he saw.
Granger laid in a ball on the floor, with blood seeping from a cut in her left arm, and a quill in her right hand. Next to her was a bottle of ink. Ink!!
"Damn it, she'll get ink poisoning!" Draco yelled, and rushed to her side.
He felt her pulse, and it was very slow and faint. She was very pale, with dark bags under her eyes, and her lips were turning purple. She was cold. Draco's heart was pounding. Granger could die at any minute, and it would be his fault. He picked her up, and starting running toward the Hospital Wing.
Draco barged into the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey was attending to someone else.
"Madam Pomfrey!" he yelled. "Granger's hurt!"
Madam Pomfrey jumped up and ran to his side.
"Here, put her here," she said motioning toward a bed.
Draco placed her gently on the bed and backed away. The sight of her like this made him want to cry. Madam Pomfrey checked her out, and looked intently at the arm that was cut, and had all the other scars on it.
"Mister Malfoy?" she asked. "Do you know anything about this?"
Staring at Granger, with tears really coming to his eyes that he tried to hold back, he shook his head. He had to pretend like he just randomly found her. He couldn't let anyone know about what he'd been doing.
"Professor Dumbledore needs to see this," Madam Pomfrey said when she was done cleaning Granger's wound.
She walked out of the Hospital Wing, leaving Draco and Granger alone. Draco walked to Granger's side and put his hand on her right hand, the one that had done her damage. She was still cold, but he could tell Madam Pomfrey had done well, because she was warming up. Tears flowed down his face that no one else could see.
"Granger," he whispered. "Hermione."
She didn't move.
"Hermione, I'm sorry," he continued. "For everything. The professors will know, but I couldn't leave you to die. You were wrong when you said you would be forgotten if you died. I would never forget you if you had died tonight. I would never forget."
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