Forever Yours

Chapter Seven

Hermione continued to walk through the many halls of Hogwarts, not knowing where she was going or if she was going somewhere, but she was, anywhere but the hospital. Hermione couldn't understand the power they have to save millions of students, yet when someone other than there student needs help they can't find a way to help them.

The walls were colds as Hermione continued to lean on the every five minutes, the air chilling and the feeling harsh. Hogwarts, at night, was not the best place to be, especially if you're wandering around the corridors. Every so often Hermione heard footsteps, but they sounded so distant, she passed the off as her imagination.

Hermione walked down the hall, carefully. She was in a hall, where everything was creepy; the only things that surrounded you were the torches lined up on the wall. Hermione started getting scared, seeing her own shadow on the walls from the light. She knew it was her shadow, though she had actually stopped and made sure that wherever her armed moved the shadow did too. She couldn't help but be scared, even though she knew only children are afraid of things like the dark. But she was and the knowing that she was in a school of magic didn't help.

Hermione soon ran out of breath, as she started running down the corridor, and though she shouldn't be running after the first incident, she was so scared, she had to. Hermione leaned her back against the stone wall and sat down. She was breathing heavy first, and then slowly, but she felt something different in the air, a soothing thing. But, even so, Hermione put her hands on her stomach in a protective way.

She started to hear footsteps coming closer, the noise of the shoes made her heart beat even faster with every touch to the floor. Hermione tried to get up, but as soon as she did, her stomach had a very intense pain takeover it. Hermione moaned, and instead of sitting down, she laid down on the floor, for the pain was too much and she had forgotten in some part of her mind that there was someone coming. But she could remember, a little, over the pain of her stomach that was so bad it poisoned her thinking. Hermione tried to get up, but she collapsed again. Hermione moaned once more, and listened to the footsteps that became louder and louder every second.

Hermione moaned again from the pain and she soon felt a presence, other than her owns. Someone leaned down, next to her, but Hermione couldn't see who it was, nor did she care at this point. She only wanted the pain to go away. "Hermione?" Said a very masculine voice. "Hermione, are you all right?"

Hermione could hear a voice, but it was distant and muffled. Hermione felt herself being picked up by strong hands, but that was all. She couldn't wake up, though she wanted to. She had to wait until, finally, her mind would get out of the state of unconsciousness...

flashback

"Granger, would you help me with my home work, tonight? I normally wouldn't asked, but I can't play quidditch unless I get an A or higher, and I'm not good in Transfiguration." Draco Malfoy asked, starring at Hermione as she sat on the couch. Her eyes stayed in her book, but she had listened, and she nodded.

She hated Malfoy more than anything, but she had a constant need of helping someone when they asked for it, though, not always Ron. Draco walked around the glass table that was centered in the middle of the room, over to the couch and sat down next to Hermione.

Hermione sighed, and put her book down. "Now, what do you need help on?" Hermione asked, folding her hands together. Draco looked at her for a moment before saying, "Everything." Hermione stared at him, confused. "Everything?" She asked, suspiciously. Draco nodded and then, realizing she didn't know what he meant, said, "Yeah, I just don't get it." Hermione nodded and took his book off the table, staring at the page he had turned to. "Well," Hermione started, pointing to a picture in the book, "you see..."

When Hermione finished explaining everything to him, she was tired and was ready for a good night sleep, and she would've gotten one, if it hadn't been for the voice she heard. "Thanks," Draco said, nervously. "Listen, I know you're probably tired, but I wanted to know if you would read a little bit of a story to me, like you did with, 'The Notebook'

Hermione stared at him. "Why don't you read to yourself?" Hermione asked, yawning. Draco shook his head. "I just ... just," Hermione looked at him, with a very amused expression. "I can't read the way you do, and I like the way you do. Your voice always has the softness to it, so it fits the tone of the story. Please, I liked it when you read." Draco begged.

This was highly unlike Draco, in fact Draco had never done anything like this before. But when Hermione first read to him about a love that was never broken, not even by sickness, or death, something in Draco snapped because Draco wanted that too...

A/N: No reviews for the last chapter? Well, I can see I'm not very popular with this story... Anyway, I know should have posted it earlier today, well, I try to post it in the morning, but today I didn't have the time... I know this might be a stupid chapter, but I had to get certain parts out. REVIEW!