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Chapter Two: The Haunting Eyes of a stranger.
Hermione stayed with Draco until around 7 o'clock, when she left him to go home for dinner. Draco was still too weak to stand and on top of that he had developed a fever. Hot and sweaty, his checks slightly flushed, his eyes moving under closed lids as he slept.
Hermione at quickly and excused herself from the table. Hermione stayed home for a while, showering and changing her clothes (thankfully her parents hadn't noticed the blood they seemed distracted. An hour later she told her parents she had some homework to finish off and went to her room, then snuck down stairs and packed the left over food, some bottles of water, some random high sugar snacks, A camping cooker, a frying pan, a knife a fork and a spoon. She couldn't think of any thing else.
She returned to Draco. His condition had deteriorated, his fever had worsened. She put her hand on his head and pulled away and wiped her clammy hand in her jeans. She knelt beside him and put a damp cloth on his head to lower the fever. In his dreams he shied away from some nameless creature, Hermione smoothed his face to settle him and chase away those fears but exactly the opposite happened, Draco jumped gripping her wrist tightly.
"Ow Draco!" Hermione hissed trying to pull away from his powerful painful grip. "let go, your hurting me"
Draco blinked and released her wrist.
"it's rude to touch people when they are sleeping" Draco retorted dryly running a hand through his hair, he pulled the damp cloth off his head and stared with it a sly smile of amusement. "Granger What…?"
"It'll bring your temperature down" She said snatching it off him and unceremoniously dropping it back on to his forehead with a wet slap. It half covered his eyes, sighing she picked it back up, dipped it back in the magically cold water and squeezed out the excess, folded the cloth and placed it back on his forehead.
"Is this really necessary?" Draco asked groggily, his eyes rolling into the back his head.
"Yes Malfoy. We need to get your temperature down, don't go to sleep Malfoy" Hermione ordered but Draco was still very weak, even though he tried to be strong. When Hermione got no response from Draco she spoke louder and with more authority.
"DRACO! WAKE UP!" Hermione nearly shouted, Draco's dull eye eyes opened slowly.
"You just called me Draco" He said, his voice dull and weak.
"Well that is your name Dra.. Malfoy" Hermione said. "Can't I just call you Draco?"
Draco shrugged, he just wanted to sleep.
"Draco. Stay awake" Hermione said firmly getting his glass of the blood regenerating potion. She sat him up, his body seemed unable to support his weight still, so she sat behind him.
Interesting, I can feel her breasts against my back… they feel bigger than they look. Those we're the semi conscious thoughts. He couldn't understand the sudden wave of dizziness. In a way it felt comforting to have her there, her warmth, he was vaguely aware she was saying something. Wordlessly he obeyed opening his mouth and swallowing down the sweet metallic drink. His however didn't make the weakness go away; it helped but didn't go away.
"I'm sorry Draco… I just don't know what more to do" Hermione whispered as his head flopped back onto her shoulder. "I brought you dinner…"
She said levitating her bag over to herself. She lay Draco back down and pulled out the camping cooker and lit it with her wand. She warmed the soup she had brought and went to Draco, Draco's hands were shaking so much the soup slopped every where, So With a mothers care Hermione took the spoon from him and fed him. She'd done this before, Draco noted dumbly, But not for Potter, Potter was too proud… then who for? He didn't know but really, what did he know about Hermione? Nothing really, just that she was muggle born, in Gryffindor, a know-it-all and a friend of Potter. Really all he knew was a name, she was a stranger. With out this stranger, he would be dead, alone in a dark alley, slowly rotting.
Hermione looked down at Draco as she lay him back down; his misty grey eyes met hers, those eyes. Eye's so grey, so misty, so cold, hiding the soul, the person inside. I know nothing about you Draco, in fact that's all I know, you are Draco. But right now it doesn't matter who you are, or your past, all that matters is you need my help.
As Sparkling brown eyes and dull grey eyes meet, both people knew they would be haunted by the stranger's eyes. Draco would see her eyes, every time he closed his own once he betrayed her. Hermione would be haunted by those eyes should she fail the boy they belonged to. Haunted by a strangers eyes, a memory of a stranger, a stranger who may not exist for much longer, funny really, the only thing standing between themselves and their deaths (whether they knew it or not) Was their enemy, and the stranger with the haunting eyes.