It was near midnight when Hermione woke up to a large clunk. She got up from her bed and rushed downstairs. All was quiet, which left only Draco's room. As she opened the door, she saw that Draco was laying on the ground, and seemed to be unconscious. She moved closer to him, and felt his hands, they were cold.
At that moment Hermione felt a lot of emotions, some of which she could not explain. Over the past two months she had started to care for Draco. But now was not the time to go over her feelings, she needed to get Draco to Madame Pomfrey and fast.
Using a quick incantation, she rose Draco up so he was floating. Then she and floating Draco made their way down the corridors to the Hospital Wing. They were passing the Headmistress's office when Hermione overheard a conversation that was going on within the Headmistress's office. "This is impossible, I mean Sybil how can you say that they are destined for each other. Sure, they are getting along, but to love and to get along are two different things. I know that they are the only way that this plot of ours will work, but still, it must not be mentioned to anyone." "Of course McGonagall, of course. Every hundred years though it is to happen, and this is the hundreth year. I do hope all works well, because the power that would come from it would defeat all." Hermione ducked out of sight only seconds before Professor Treachlany came floating out.
Making a quick note to research into what she heard, Hermione continued on her journey to the hospital wing. When she entered, Madame Pomfrey rushed over. "My word, what happened here, oh never mind that, lets get this young man fixed up. Hermione, you may return to your dorm.
Hermione left, but instead of going to bed, went to their library. Millions of books lined the walls, just like in many of Hermione's dreams. Of course, their was no beast, nor a handsome prince to escort her around, but this was all as well, because Hermione needed to research. "hmmm, where should I look?" As if by magic (AN: sorry I had to add that in, I mean come on) a portrait of a man came to life. "Hello Miss, what exactly are you looking for?" "Well sir, I am not exactly sure" Hermione answered and then told the portrait about what she had heard. "Oh, you mean the lovers prophecy?" "I suppose, can you tell me anything about it?"
"Well" the portrait began, "When I went to Hogwarts a good hundred years ago, the houses had awful quarrels. Specifically Gryffindor and Slytherin. You could never get those two houses to get along. Anyways, a wise headmaster told the heads that if they couldn't get along they shouldn't be heads. Well, neither of them were about to back down, so they agreed to compromise. They got along well for the first few months, pretending to still despise each other in public, but caring about each other in private. I don't believe that either of them would have admitted it until one fateful night.
The boy was standing right over there" the painting said, pointing to a corner of the library," When all of a sudden the girl fainted. See, she had leukemia but hadn't told anyone about it. Anyways, she had an attack, and the boy turned to see her falling. He carefully picked her up and ran all the way to the hospital wing. Madame Lefulette, the nurse at the time, was speaking to the headmaster when the boy walked up. All he heard was 'girl' 'dying' 'needs help', but that was enough. Even though she was a Gryffindor, He ran up to her common rooms to alert her friends. Then he called his father, something he would never ordinarily do and told him to come help. Now, his father wasn't the sweetest guy to his son, so I don't know how the boy got it in his head to call him, but he did, and the father came.
Leukemia is hard to treat, even with magic, and people were losing hope. They all left one day, after administering the last resort medicine. It hadn't been proven to work, but all else had failed. The boy sat there for about two hours when all of a sudden it hit him. He had never told the girl that he cared. He had maintained a friendship but never really told her that he cared. Now, it looked as though he was going to lose her. Breaking down the boy told the girl that he loved her and always would. Well, the girl must have heard him and found strength from within because the girl took his hand in hers and whispered "I love you too." The medicine worked and the two of them became closer then ever.
Once they graduated, they got married, had two children and lived happily ever after. But more importantly they lived." (AN: if you haven't seen Ever After, see it, It's the best movie)
"Wow" Hermione said, "how do you know all this?" "Well" the painting replied, "because I was that boy. My wife, Emeline, died only two years before I did. We lived a great life, even though the Dark Lord was rising. It didn't phase us, we didn't care. We said 'I love you' all the time, because we didn't know if we would see each other again. Headmaster Dumbledore wrote a letter to Headmistress McGonagall telling her to hang me in here, so I could watch over you two."
"But why?" "Because you two are destined to be like Emeline and I. We created some of the best potions the world has, I created the one that saved Emeline from leukemia that fateful night. You two are destined to offer the world so much, but you need to be together. So listen to me girl, go and make sure you tell Draco how you feel. You don't want to risk never being loved" and with that the portrait fell silent.