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Hermione cast a disillusionment spell over Draco. She didn't want to whack him over the head with her wand in his condition, but the spell had to be done. With much effort and strain, she attempted to heave him off the table. He was still alive, but just barely breathing. Once she had him on his feet, she let him slump over her shoulder. Hermione nearly buckled under the weight. He weighed a great deal more than she imagined. She took another quick glance around the room and held onto Draco. She touched the portkey and was instantly thrown back into the secret passage at Hogwarts.
Draco collapsed on the freezing dirt floor. By the looks of it he was still unconscious. Catching her breath, Hermione crawled over to him. She checked his pulse and muttered a few simple healing spells. She then let him rest for a few minutes while she racked her brain on how to get out of the passage. After an infuriating trial of hurling spells at the wall, she finally came to the idea of using the Room of Requirement. Instantly the door to the room opened and she carefully lifted Draco onto a hospital bed. He began to stir.
"Draco, its ok, you are safe now. Just relax," She coaxed.
Hermione quickly tore the shreds of clothing off Draco and tied bandages around his wounds as best as she could. He cried out and coughed. He was struggling just to breathe.
"I'm sorry, but its for your own good," She said in a hushed voice.
"Please don't give in Draco. Keep fighting. Everything is going to be alright," Hermione said.
She was trying to convince herself more than Draco that he would be fine.
"I'll be right back,"
Hermione rushed out of the room and ran as fast as her legs would take her. Her hair fluttered behind her. She knew it was well past her curfew, and that she even though she was invisible, she was making a lot of noise with each foot step. If Mrs. Norris or Filtch caught her, she could be in trouble, but she didn't care. She wouldn't let Draco die; not while she could help him. After a tiring run through the castle she finally reached the Headmaster's office and frantically shot out passwords.
"Professor Mcgonagall please wake up! There's someone in trouble!" She said urgently.
The professor rubbed her eyes and bolted out of bed. She looked wide awake, as if she had been teaching a class instead of sleeping. She scanned the room, puzzled. Hermione forgot that she was still invisible and instanly took off the charm.
"Slow down Miss Granger, what is the problem?"
"I found Draco Malfoy badly injured,..I'll tell you the rest later,..for now, he's still alive and in the Room of Requirements."
Without further questions, Mcgonagall rose to her feet.
"Right, we'll bring him to the hospital wing then. Lead the way Miss Granger," she said sternly.
Draco rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up. He cried out and grimaced. It was no use; his body had been broken into millions of pieces. Just like the way the muggle nursery rhyme character Humpty Dumpty had fallen to pieces. Draco almost laughed at himself. He wondered if he would ever be put back together again.
He found himself in the hospital wing. He scanned the room for any other signs of life and took a deep breath. A small letter on his bedside table caught his eye. Slowly, he leaned over, trying his best to ignore the pain surging through him. He ripped it open and unfolded the letter which read;
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I pray you will feel better soon. You will be spending the next few weeks in the hostpital wing, but not to worry, a review of the days lessons and homework will be sent to you as soon as you are in a more stable condition. I wish to meet with you when you are ready, as we have much to discuss. I regret to announce that it is unsafe for you to leave the castle this summer as you would have guessed. If you are in need of anything, please do not hesitate to ask.
Sincerely,
Proffesor M. Mcgonagall
Proffessor A. Dumbledore
Draco folded the letter back and stuffed it in the desk drawer. He cursed. The letter had been disappointing. He was expecting his proffessors to at least tell him how he got to the hospital wing in the first place, and who the hell it was that saved his life.
(adding song in here- another one by evanescence..i think this is perfect for Draco. It's called "taking over me")
You don't remember me, but I remember you.
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you.
He couldn't stop thinking about the last thing he saw before he fainted. He thought he had seen an angel, but somehow he knew it had to have been a real person. The few scraps of clues he had on the person's identity was that it was a girl, and that the last thing he remembered being said to him was
"don't you die on me Draco,"
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do.
Closing his eyes, his mind drifted back to when his was literally on his death bed. He felt the ghost of her calm soothing touch brush against his cheek. He remembered trying to savour the sweet scent of the girl before he died.
I believe in you.
I'll give up everything just to find you.
I have to be with you to live, to breathe...
You're taking over me.
The one question that taunted and frustrated Draco, festered as the days wore on. Everytime he would wake up, all he could think about was who the girl was. The ghost of her holding his hand and brushing across his face came back to haunt him daily. Draco thought he was going crazy. The girl was probably just a figment of his imagination. He had heard before that people would get the strangest visions when they were near death. Still, he came back to the same conclusion. Something had called her to him. Did the girl actually love him? Was that why she had frantically tried her best not to lose him forever? He wanted to scream; force out all his anger and confusion.
Have you forgotten all I know and all we have?
You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand.
I knew you loved me then.
Draco hated not knowing who she was. He owed her his life.
I believe in you.
I'll give up everything just to find you.
I have to be with you to live, to breathe...
You're taking over me.
Everyday passed by slowly, leaving his mind to wander back to the same tiresome question. He was now desperate enough to sever an arm or leg if he had to, just to know who the girl was.
I look in the mirror and see your face, if I look deep enough.
So many things inside that just like you are taking over.
He slept often, and during the few times he was awake, he would count the seconds until the next hour just to pass the time. It was unbearable to him. He was bored out of his mind. Living at the hospital wing was in his opinion, like being in jail. He had a few visitors like his two friends Crabbe and Goyle and the ever-so annoying Pansy Parkinson. He prayed the person who saved him was not Parkinson. He would actually shoot himself if she did. He would be grateful, but in the end, he'd probably shoot himself. Anyone but Parkinson would have been good; he'd even grovel at Potter's feet if it was him who had saved his life. Draco knew it couldn't have been them though. The girl had been serene and calming, unlike Parkinson in every way.
I believe in you.
I'll give up everything just to find you.
I have to be with you to live, to breathe...
You're taking over me.
Harry had kept feeding his blade with his skin. At times, it was because of other students reminding him of who he was and what he was destined to do. Mostly it was because of everytime he saw Hermione go off to visit someone in the hospital wing. She was probably lying. No one could possibly be that important to her that she had to keep checking in on them. He could understand if Ron had been hurt, or Ginny, but it killed him inside just picturing Hermione with someone else on her lips. Hermione had told him that she was sorry and wanted to help. Instead of embracing it, he pushed her away again. Now, their friendship was hopelessly lost, never to be found again.Guilt stabbed his heart.
Each time he caught a glimpse of Hermione, emotions flooded into his body. He would freeze, and everything would just go blank. He had tried many times to apologize, but something in him never failed to block the way for his words to come out.
"Harry,"
"Harry...WAKE UP HARRY!" Ron shouted impatiently.
"er..yeah?"
Harry was too deep in his thoughts to notice Ron had been waving his hand infront of him.
"so are we going to do this today or what?"
"of course,..sorry about that, kinda just drifted off I guess."
Harry and Ron were dying to know who Hermione's possible new boyfriend or friend was. She had been extremely secretive lately and seemed to always talk in riddles that left them hanging on thin thread. Another Hogsmeade weekend had come around and Ron had told Hermione that they would be out all day shopping around and helping Fred and George out with the shop. They already knew Hermione wouldn't be able to go, but they asked her anyways, just to make sure she would be at school.
The pair slipped under Harry's invisiblity cloak and waited in the common room for Hermione.
After an hour of hiding beside the fireplace, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione and signaled Ron that it was time to follow her. The two boys crept along side her, and noticed they were headed towards the hospital wing. Harry and Ron exchanged looks of confusion. She really was going to visit someone in the hospital wing, but why wouldn't she tell them who it was? Harry looked over at Hermione. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and rummaged around in her bag for something. She pulled out a letter. Harry squinted, trying to see who it was addressed to. Hermione slipped the letter in her pocket, and tugged on the door. Harry helped with her load. Under the cloak, he rearranged the sleeve to cover his hand and pulled on the door just as she tried again. It opened with little effort from Hermione. She turned around, her eyes scattering across the hall. She was puzzled. The door was unusually light today.
Hermione stepped inside and walked over to a sleeping lump. Harry and Ron almost ran over, but remembered that the invisibility cloak did not cover sound, so ever so silently, the crept over to the side of the bed. Hermione sat down next to the sleeping figure and when Harry and Ron got a better look, they almost fainted. Hermione gently held the boy's hand and gazed at him. She looked like she was genuinly concerned about the boy. Ron was turning red, and Harry couldn't move. Blonde hair stained the pillow, and bandages decorated the boy like a Christmas tree. He looked as if he were about to buried and put into a Pyramid. He was obviously in a lot of pain, which ignited a fiery blaze of questions in Harry and Ron's minds.
Why was Hermione visiting Draco Malfoy?
Why was she visiting her own public enemy, and practically mourning for him?
What happened to him that made her reach out and want to comfort him every opportunity she had?
Harry was instantly jealous. His green eyes blazed as he glared at the sleeping form that was Draco Malfoy. Harry would have given anything to have Hermione take hold of his hand once more.
They watched, transfixed on Hermione as she spoke to Draco. Her words were gentle, soothing, and reassuring. She rose to her feet, and set the letter down on the table next to Draco. With that, she left the hospital wing, as well as a very puzzled Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Lucius Malfoy lay on the ground groveling, and pleading at the Dark Lord's feet. He was shaking in fear. His son had somehow managed to escape. He knew there was no way that he could have broken his chains himself. Someone had come to rescue him. Lucius was determined to bring down the person that had managed to walk through his security measures and free his son, all unnoticed. They would pay with their lives.
"Please, I beg of you my lord, I will hunt down whoever has freed my son and I promise to be more vigilant! Please allow me to help you bring the world under your rightful control," Lucius stammered.
Sweat coated his body, matting his long blond hair. His face was covered in bruises and scratches.
"Get up you whimpering fool!" Voldemort snarled.
"Prove yourself and I will allow you to continue on serving me," He hissed.
Lucius looked up, wide eyed in shock. His life would be spared.
"Th..thank you my lo..."
"Be silent! If you fail, there will be hell to pay and you know it..Get out of my sight before I change my mind."
Lucius needed no further instructions. He fled the Dark Lord's chamber and as soon as he reached his own quarters, he collapsed on the stone floor.
Harry and Ron stared (or in Harry's case glared) at Hermione as she came into the common room with a book in her hand. She didn't notice them until she had sat down in her favorite chair by the fire.
"Hello to you too," Hermione muttered.
Everytime she tried to get close to Harry, he would push her away. She knew he needed her, and she knew he had been cutting himself. She felt as if there was nothing she could do. She didn't know how to act, or what to say around him anymore. He was a walking explosive everyday. She couldn't just avoid him, but she couldn't stand being with the total stranger that Harry had become.
She continued to read her book, bracing herself and counting down the seconds until Harry would explode. She felt both boys' eyes on her. Something was going on, but she hadn't figured out what they would be angry about.
"What are you staring at?!?" She snarled.
Hermione couldn't take anymore of the silence and weird glares that Harry was giving her. She needed to know what was going on.
Ron stood up and exploded before Harry did.
"What were you thinking going to comfort Malfoy?!?? M-A-L-F-O-Y, MALFOY for crying out loud Hermione!! Have you gone completely mad?? Do you even remember what he called you? Did you happen to notice that all of us hated the bastard?! WHAT THE BLOODY-HELL WERE YOU DOING??" Ron demanded.
His chest heaved and he was already shaking in fury.
Hermione lowered her book and tossed it on the table. She wanted to smack herself in the head. Of course they find out eventually. Harry had his invisibility cloak and marauder's map to assist in that.
"FINE! JUST SHUT UP RON!! I DON'T NEED THE INTERROGATION! SIT DOWN AND I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!" She said defeated.
Hours later after Hermione had finished her story, Ron and Harry's mouths hung open in shock.
"Now do you see why I had to keep you two morons in the dark!?" She spat.
Harry couldn't stay any longer. He hated always being the first to jump to conclusions. He couldn't believe he had thought that Hermione had been seeing thousands of other guys and leaving her friends just to go out with them. He wanted to slap himself hard in the face.
(adding song in here..absolutely one of my fave songs, u GOTTA listen to it sometime..it's so romantic... sighs and I've saved it as like a kinda "best for last song" and well it might show up again sumtime,...it's called "Only One" by YELLOWCARD and if you wanna listen to it(GO LISTEN TO IT!!) visit and clik on the official website. Then go to music and it should be listed on the "ocean avenue" album. Clik "only one" and listen..its soo sweet,..almost made me cry...hehe)
(and of course I don't own it)
Broken this fragile thing now,
And I can't,
I cant pick up the pieces.
He had been such a fool to make Hermione loathe him. He got up without saying another word and once again pulled out the small blade under his pillow. He held it up to his face and gazed at it. His breathing became laboured as he thought of everthing that had caused him pain over the years. He saw everything in that blade. His mind recalled an image of him shouting at Hermione, her in tears. He had said so many idiotic, hurtful things to her. Not once did he remember stopping to think about how she was feeling; how much pain he had caused her. He had been selfish and only pitied himself. He told the world he didn't need their pity, but somehow he had drowned himself in it. Everyday just drifted by slowly for him. There was nothing to look forward to seeing anymore. No real reason for him to continue life. He was dead inside and out without Hermione.
And I've thrown my words all around,
But I cant, I cant give you a reason.
I feel so broken up,
And I give up.
I just want to tell you so you know...
Hermione watched as Harry trudged up the stairs to the boys dorms and knew immediately that he was going to slice himself into even smaller pieces. Lately, there was no trace of life left in his once vivid, fiery emerald green eyes.
Here I go,
Scream my lungs out to try and get to you,
You are my only one,
I let go, there's just no one that get me like you do,
You are my only,
My only one.
He looked sickly and seemed to never have a smile on his face. Hermione sighed and with a look of determination on her, she rushed up the stairs to the boy's dorms. She couldn't care less if Harry didn't want to see her. He needed her help and she had to be a friend and lend a helping hand. She opened the door and found Harry gazing at the knife. Her heart jumped into her throat. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.
"Put it down Harry,"
"Why do you care?" He grumbled.
He kicked himself mentally. Once again, he had to speak before he thought. He had let her down so many times before, and was doing it again. His thoughts flashbacked to when she had approached him and first saw the scars on his arm. She wanted to help him and he had just tore her hopes apart, like always. Every word that came shooting out of his mouth and his every action seemed to be a huge mistake that pushed her even further away from him.
Made my mistakes, let you down,
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long,
Harry's mind kept flashing back to every memory of Hermione. The first time they kissed, the first time she slapped him. Every glare and gaze blazed through his head in blurs. He now understood Hermione. She had felt uncared for.
Ran my whole life in the ground,
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone,
Hermione dared to take a few more steps until Harry looked up at her. She almost broke down at the sight of him. Pity overtook her.
"I care because I'm your friend.." She began.
It was a known fact that Harry would blow up in seconds, but she had to make him hear her out before he had the chance to make a fool out of himself and push her away again.
"and because,.." She paused.
She knew the next words that came out of her mouth. She questioned them for a moment. Did she truly love Harry?
"DAMMIT HARRY, ITS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I CANT STAND SEEING YOU LIKE THIS! EVERYTIME I TRY AND HELP, YOU JUST PUSH ME FURTHER AWAY! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY OR DO AROUND YOU ANY MORE! I FEEL AS IF I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE HARRY!" She blurted out, shouting.
Somethings breaking up,
I feel like giving up,
Tears spattered across the floor as they flowed down her face from her chocolate brown eyes.Everything had just poured out of her. It was the truth and nothing but. She truly loved Harry.
I won't walk out until you know...
It wasn't what the usual person of her ages' silly version of what love was. It was dark and light; gentle and deep. It controlled every part of her. It consumed her thoughts and actions. Every breath she took, every smile she wore, every step she took, was for Harry.
Here I go,
Scream my lungs out to try and get to you...
You are my only one,
I let go,
There's just no one that get me like you do,
If he was faced with death, she would die for the person infront of her who now clutched the blade in his hand.
You are my only,
My only one.
Somehow, Harry had to make her see that he needed her. He now understood that she was the only one he would ever love, and want. He now understood that she was the air he breathed.
Here I go,
So dishonestly.
Leave a note, for you my only one,
Hermione stood there infront of him waiting for his next words. She was in disbelief of what she had just said. Droplets of her emotion soaked her sleeves.
And I know,
You can see right through me,
So let me go,
And you will find someone.
Hermione actually loved him. Even though he had given her countless reasons to hate him forever, she still loved him with every fibre in her soul.
Here I go,
Scream my lungs out to try and get to you,
You are my only one.
He stood up to face Hermione. He had no clue how he was to reach the ray of light that had seemed so immersurably distant. Tears threatened to fall. All he wanted to say was that he was sorry for all the pain he caused her. Harry gazed into Hermione's irrisistable brown eyes. He was foraging his thoughts for something to say.
I let go,
There's just no one,
No one like you.
You are my only,
My only one.
Hermione looked utterly disappointed. She turned away to leave, but before she took another step, Harry tossed the blade aside. It clattered onto the floor, sliding across the room.
only one,
My only one...
"Hermione wait,"
Harry grabbed her arm and gently spun her around to face him. He leaned down over her. Before she could protest, putting every ounce of love he had into it, he kissed her.
You are my only,
My only one.
Hermione was frozen on the spot. She knew she wanted to be with Harry more than anything. It seemed as though the kiss would last and survive through all the ages of the world. Something in her tore down the walls she had put up around Harry and draped her arms around him, kissing him back more feverently. Neither Harry nor Hermione wanted to let the other go.
Hehe...ooooohhhh....wuts gonna happen next? Will Hermione and Harry get back together?...u might think so, but mayb not....loved that chap didn't u? PLEASE REVIEW...did that make you cry?....if it did, don't worry I almost cried just writing this chap...this is what I'm doing right about now as I've just finished writing this chap..........
"wwwWWWWAHHHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAA.....that was so SAAA..AA..aa.AAADD....and romantic...WWWAAAHAAAAHAAAA.... sniff sniff Please do listen I put up in this chap for the yellowcard song called "Only one" and I will update as soon as possible.