Disclaimer:

A/n: hplucky, here's some hints on Harry's death. The whole story about that will be posted on the next chapters to come.ü So please review.ü

That means all of you.ü

Okay?

On with the show.

By: Aningme

Chapter 13

Dilemma

Blood. There's blood on his hands. He could hear cries in his head. He could taste bile in his mouth. Screams and shrieks of different people numbed him. Screams and shrieks of the people he had killed.

They're all around him. He couldn't see them, the shadows lurking around him, but he could feel them. They were all watching him, staring at the man who had taken their life.

He wanted to shout but a hand clasped on his mouth. Suddenly, someone pushed him from the front and pinned him on the wall. He struggled, but it wouldn't let go. It was just standing in front of him. Its face an inch from his.

"Don't be afraid, Malfoy." Its voice muttered. He could feel it's breath on his face. The voice sounded really familiar. "You shouldn't be afraid of me."

"Who are you?" He finally spoke. His voice was shaking of fear and fatigue. He knew who he was talking to.

"It's me." It muttered. It seemed to lean closer. "Don't you remember me?"

Draco stared at the blank abyss. He could make up his face now.

"Potter?" He mumbled. He stared at his pale face, blanketed in the shadows.

Harry seemed to smile. Blood suddenly dripped from his mouth.

Gasping for air, Draco shot up from his bed, sweat covering his body. He was dreaming again. It was always the same dream every night. Those faces… Those people… Dead people.

He could see them every night. The people he had killed during the war. They're hunting him in his dreams.

And one of them is the well known Harry Potter.

That was the sign of assurance that he had indeed died a year ago.

Clutching his hands on his blonde hair, he pulled himself together, shrugging off the shivers in his body. He couldn't take it anymore. The guilt…

Standing off his bed, he went straight to the shower room and soaked himself wet. He wanted to forget what he saw. What he told him. It was eating him alive.

RIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Waking up from his trance. He turned back to his bedroom and grabbed his phone. He wasn't surprised to hear Hermione on the other line.

"Is it really your habit to wake up at five fifteen?" He said as he picked up his phone. He heard her laugh. It made him smile.

"Well, it's really fun bugging you in the morning." She muttered. She seemed cheery today.

"So, what is it you want to bug me about?" He asked.

"Well," She thought. "You see, today is Valentine's Day, if you don't remember."

He glanced at his calendar and stared at the February 14 written on it. "I can see that." He muttered.

"And of course we are going to do something about that." She deduced.

"Alright." He was smiling. "What are you thinking?"

She paused, as if to think. "Well, we could fix my house. It seems to need repair."

Draco pouted. "That is really nice." He said sarcastically. He did nothing but fix her house every time.

"You think so?" She asked happily. He wondered if she was really torturing him on purpose or was she really like this. "We could paint the window sill of my house. And replace the broken window. My bathroom light is also busted. And my TV too."

He wanted to run away. "Alright then. What time do you want me to come?" You're Royal Highness? He wanted to add.

She just chuckled. "You can come now, if you can. That would be really nice." She smiled. She really feels good hearing his sarcastic voice.

"Okay. Be there in five." He said and hung up. That was a good way on celebrating Valentine's Day.

Upon arriving, he stood before her door. Pressing the door bell a few times, she opened it and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Malfoy." She muttered.

He made a fake smile. "Good morning, Granger."

"Ready?" She asked.

He nodded and entered the premises. He wondered whether she just breaks her things to make him come to her home and fix it. It really seems odd to find a lot of broken things in her house.

"Where do we start?" He asked. He wanted to finish it. And quick.

"I guess the bathroom light. It's pretty dark in there, you know." She answered. Draco sighed and started to work.

She smiled at him as she watched him work. He had pretty good hands. He fixed her microwave once. And she had no idea how he knew to fix it with all those electronics and stuff.

"Do you have any extra bulb there or something?" He muttered. She walked to her cupboard and handed him one. "Why don't you just put a light spell in here instead of light bulbs? You could use magic in your house too you know, if you broke something." He suggested. He was not feeling alright today. He thought maybe he's getting flu or something. He wasn't able to sleep properly for a few days now.

"I told you before and I say again, I am keeping a low profile." She answered. "And you know we are not allowed to use magic in simple matters outside of the wizardry world."

He sighed and inserted the new bulb, defeated. He turned the light on and smiled, seeing it work just fine.

"Then you should be careful of your things. You break things easily." He said, stepping down the short ladder.

She just smiled. "My TV is upstairs." She announced and walked off.

He just gave up and followed her.

After checking up her TV, he shook his head and turned to her. "This is really busted." He muttered. "Everything is fired. You can't fix this with a few adjustments. I suggest you buy a new one."

"Buy one? Can't you fix that?" She whined.

"I can't. The wires were melted. Must've had been fired with the electrical fuse." He answered. "Just buy one if you want a TV. This is just a piece of junk."

"That TV lasted for seven years." She muttered. "Don't tell me it's junk."

"Well, then it's an antique junk." He answered.

She sighed and sat down on a chair. "You really can't fix that?"

He shook his head. "Well, if you mind, I'll just go downstairs and do my other jobs." He added and walked off.

She just smiled at him and watched him go.

After finishing up painting the window sill and replacing the broken window, Draco slumped on a sofa and closed his eyes. He felt really tired. He never felt this tired in years. He just wanted to lie down and rest.

"Hey, Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed as she set the table for lunch. She prepared something special for him since he's been working hard for her. He deserved some food. "Lunch time!"

She waited for his reply but found none. "Malfoy?" She called out again. Still getting no answer from him, it annoyed her.

Walking over the living room, she found him sitting on the sofa, sleeping. Sitting beside him, she stared at him. He was sweating cold.

She suddenly felt the worry rush in her veins.

"Malfoy?" She whispered, placing a palm on his forehead. He was running a fever. "Oh Merlin! You're burning!" She shrieked. She stood up and pushed him back to lie down. She grabbed a blanket and a medicine for him. Wrapping him with the sheets, she lifted his head over the pillows and made him swallow the tablet and drink the water. She was suddenly panicking, she was sick of worry. And also, at the same time, she felt guilty. "Why didn't you tell me you're sick?" She whispered to him as he slept. She placed a cold cloth on his brow to cool him down. His cheeks were flushed red. He was breathing slowly and weakly. "I wouldn't have let you work and tire yourself." She added and frowned at him. Checking his vital signs and other symptoms, she figured he caught flu. She took locks of his hair away from his face. She just stared at him and watched him sleep. "I'm sorry for making you work too much." She suddenly muttered. "I'll just make you some soup so you could eat when you wake up." She smiled at him and kissed his cloth clad brow. "I'll be right back."

A/n: Sorry if it was boring. This is a hurried-up work so... Sorry...ü

Catgurfurreel, you have my never ending gratitude!ü

And princess dza, welcome back!ü