Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or any other part of the books. They belong to the fabulous JK Rowling.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sat together in a (comparatively) small sitting room located opposite their son's bedroom. Their normally calm façade shattered by expressions of worry and concern.
"What are we going to do Lucius? I'm so scared we're going to lose him, our only son, my baby…" Narcissa queried tearfully.
"I don't know, damn it! He's been suffering ever since Voldermort gave him that wound seven years ago because I refused to give Draco up as his heir. Now it seems his reserves are all used up!"
At this, his powerful voice broke, love for his son overwhelming him. Narcissa stood up and sat on her husband's lap, embracing him.
"It's not your fault. You can't blame yourself. It's your father who made you become a death eater. You were protecting your son."
"But is his innocence worth his life? He's dying, Narcissa, our son is dying!"
"He isn't dead yet!" she exclaimed fiercely, "And I'm not giving up on him! You've owled Dumbledore and Severus and they're working on a cure as we speak."
Lucius tightened his hold on his wife.
"I love you so much. Thank God I didn't let Him get to you too…"
Across the hall, a very pale – almost translucent – Draco Malfoy was tossing and turning in his feverish, semi-conscious state. His days and nights were full of waking nightmares which tormented him ceaselessly. In them, he was a powerless pawn for a pair of evil red eyes, doing their every bidding. He cursed and hated everyone he met and was killing, always killing the mudbloods. Draco didn't want to kill anyone, but he felt so full of hate…
"No, no…" he mumbled, flailing his arms around.
"Shh… easy baby," soothed his mother who had resumed her beside vigil. "It's alright, Mummy's here. It's alright…"
A thousand miles away, in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor's Snape and Dumbledore were in a serious discussion.
"Do you really think it would work Albus?" Draco's Godfather asked, curious and concerned.
"I'm not entirely sure Severus. The hardest part will be getting him to notice her… and her to forgive him. But I do believe that Miss Granger has a very strong, healing energy that would do Mr. Malfoy the world of good, should they be able to care for one another. The wound which Voldermort inflicted upon Mr. Malfoy has filled him up with an unbearable degree of hate. The only cure for such hate, is love of an equal strength."
"Love, Albus? Are you playing matchmaker here? Getting Draco to notice Granger is easy enough. I can concoct a potion which will enable him to see her going about her 'muggle life' while he is still unconscious in bed. With some extra tweaking I believe I can even provide him some temporary healing which will allow him to return to school."
"Excellent Severus! Leave it to a boy's 17-year old hormones to lust after a girl." Severus' nose turned up at bit at this blatant comment.
"Yes well… you said you were making them Head Girl and Boy this year Albus?" Dumbledore nodded in affirmation. "Good. Then may I be so bold as to suggest a change of living arrangements this year to further our cause…"
A/N: What do you think? This is my first attempt at a fic and i'm not entirely sure where i'm going with this. i'll only continue it if you think its promising, so review please!