Title: One In A Million

Author: Olga LaLa

A/N: Sorry for such a long update. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: If I would claim any of it, I would sure be sent to Azkaban.

Chapter Six

The Hospital Wing…

When headmaster Dumbledore aperated to the Hospital wing, the first thing he did was told Madam Pomfrey the counter spell and potion to revive Hermione back to consciousness. Not wanting to waste any precious time, the school's nurse went to make the potion. Professor McGonagall followed the nurse in hopes of providing her with any assistance necessary.

Turning around, Dumbledore quietly observed the two Malfoys with Hermione. Narcissa Malfoy stood still as a statue, barely breathing, while watching her son. Draco was another story all together. His iceberg eyes that lacked any emotions and his pale profile that only carried on the famous Malfoy smirk were gone. Dumbledore was sure that if someone who knows who Draco Malfoy is chose to enter the infirmary at that precise moment, they would never guess that it is the same boy who used to torment and terrorize more than half of the student body in Hogwarts.

There on the floor, not caring for his designer robes kneeled the Prince of Slytherin. With one hand he was clutching at both of Hermione's hands and with the other he was touching her pale features. The Slytherin Prince was shaking. At first Dumbledore thought the shaking of the boy in front of him was due to the uncontrollable sobs but when he walked to the other side of Hermione's bed where Draco's face was now visible, Dumbledore realized that the shaking was due to anger that now danced in the Veela's eyes.

Each time Dumbledore tried to approach his students, he could hear a growl coming from deep inside Draco's throat. The growl seemed almost predatory. Not even Narcissa was allowed closer than ten feet of the side of the bed where she stood now.

The afternoon shadows deepened to the twilight, Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy aperated to the infirmary. One look from the headmaster and the two wizards knew not to approach the angry Villa.

Draco stroked his fingertips across the silk of Hermione's lashes, praying that she would open her eyes, longing to search their depths for some sign that she would not sleep forever. At one point when she began to stir and thrash, Draco had reason to regret his wish. Her eyes shot open, fixed sightlessly on horror he could only imagine. A scream of agony tore from her throat, followed by another and another until Draco buried his face in his hands. Hermione's teeth tore at her lips until they beaded with blood. Draco was forced to throw his weight across her to keep her from harming herself in her violent struggles against the pain.

Still on top of Hermione, Draco turned his head where he knew his father would be and yelled, "What have you done to her, you sodding bastard?" To say that Lucius Malfoy was shocked at his son's outburst wouldn't do him justice. He was struck speechless. Lucius had barely blinked when he felt himself being powerfully pushed backwards and than up against the wall by a very tall and very furious Draco. "You bring her back to me!" Draco hissed. "You bring her back if you want to get out of this school alive."

"Draco!" Narcissa spoke for the first time in outrage. "Put your father down this instance." She ordered. "How dare you…"

"No!" Draco stated and than put the question to his father. "How dare you?" Sudden as lightening Draco's finger's squeezed his father throat. "How dare you contaminate something so pure as my angel? You don't even deserve to be in the same room as her."

"Draco…son…please…" Lucius struggled to draw air into his oxygen-deprived lungs. "I…I didn't know…"

"You bring her back to me," Draco squeezed harder. "Or as everyone in this bloody room as my witness, I will send you to Hades where you belong." Draco proclaimed. As soon as Lucius managed to nod, Draco released his hold on his father's throat, causing him to fall in a hip.

"Whe…where?" Lucius asked Albus the moment he caught his breath and his feet were able to support him. Albus pointed at the door through which Pomfrey and McGonagall went. Glancing once more at his son he went through the same door.

"Severus," Narcissa addressed. "Why didn't you stop Draco? He could have killed Lucius."

"Because, Narcissa," the Potion's master explained nonchalantly. "It is not my idea to put my self in front of an angry Villa. Sorry, but I believe that your husband deserved all that he got."

"But Lucius is his father…"

"He was my father, mother," Draco hissed the correction. "He meant nothing to me the moment he raised his wand to Hermione." He walked back to the girl in question. "And if he doesn't return her back to me just as she was before, his life will mean nothing as well; because he'll have no life." After making that menacing promise, Draco resumed his position on his knees right beside Hermione's bed.

The endless hours of the winter night ticked by, measured by the shallow rise and fall of Hermione's chest by the time Pomfrey, McGonagall and Lucius came back with brewed potion. They all looked spent. Lucius looked especially spent with his usually blown-dry hair look sweaty and un kept due to the humidity in the other room, not to mention all the threats that were thrown at him by none other than his own flash and blood.

"All right now, Mr. Malfoy," said Pomfrey to Draco. "Please get out of the way so we can finally tend to Ms. Granger."

"We?" Sneered Draco as his eyes caught the ones of his former father. "Over my dead corpse am I allowing that sorry excuse for a father to come anywhere near my mate. He helped you brew the potion. His job is done."

"I beg you to reconsider, Draco," said Snape. "As much as I hate to admit it but this is one of the curses that has to be removed by the one who initiated it in the first place."

"Please, son," Lucius began.

"Don't call me that."

"Please let me make this up to you." Lucius continued anyway.

"There is nothing you can do to make this up to me." He stated and turned to the school nurse. "Now hurry up and revive her."

"Draco, unfortunately your fa…, um, Lucius is the only one who could bring Ms. Granger back. Please allow him to do so." Said the headmaster. "It is the only way."

Draco slightly tilted his head back to Lucius and said "Go on," as he took a step back.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lucius and Pomfrey hustled. Pomfrey popped the cork from the tube, which contained green colored liquid and forced the freshly made potion down Hermione's throat. The second the potion touched Hermione's tongue, Lucius began to chant the counter spell.

Hermione began to thrash once more after Lucius finished the spell. Not able to be from his mate any longer, Draco pushed Lucius out of his way, which resulted in sending the elder Malfoy about ten feet in the other direction.

The moment Draco touched Hermione's flushed face, her eyes suddenly opened. Confused beyond words that Draco's face was mere centimeters away from her own, Hermione frowned. Draco chuckled instead. Oh, how he missed different emotions mirror her feelings. He was so relieved that she was finally awake, he was going to kiss her. Only his mouth never made the connection to her lips. Instead his mouth made a connection with her fist, which sent him to the side of her bed.

TBC…

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