Chapter Five
"Cover me Wood," I said, heading towards the door.
"Not this time, I'm coming with," he followed me. "It's way too dangerous. If You Know Who gets wind you're here…you're a huge target in his book. Even with Harry dead. Everyone loves you."
"Everyone?" I smirked. He blushed, which was very un-Wood like. I shook my head.
"Fine you can come," I grabbed his arm and we headed out.
"So where are we going?"
"Hogwarts."
"Wasn't that obliterated?"
"Yes, but it's the only place I know to find him. God, let him be there."
"Who?"
"Harry." Wood stopped, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Rebekah, he's dead," he said gently.
"We thought he was dead, but it was a plan. Harry thought that if everyone thought he was dead, he'd be able to surprise attack Voldemort and be done with the job."
"So…is that who you fought with yesterday?" I nodded. Understanding came over his face and we walked on.
"Wait, we aren't walking there are we?" he stopped again.
"No, I just needed to work out some of my feelings," I answered. "Let's apparate." With a pop we both appeared on the deserted grounds.
"I know he has to be around here," I said. "How else did he find me yesterday?"
"So why'd he appear to you then- wait. Forget I asked that. Stupid question." We stood there, looking around.
"What makes you think he'll come?" Wood broke the silence. I turned and faced him.
"I just know," I answered, unblinking.
"Why the bloody hell did you bring him?" came Harry's angry shout.
"Because he wouldn't let me out alone!" I yelled back. "Evidently, I'm a target!"
"Well obviously," Harry glared. "You're a huge target, but you promised you wouldn't tell."
"Well, sometimes you have to break promises," I answered through gritted teeth. He stared at me, hurt and anger showing in his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded softly.
"I came…to apologize," I dropped my gaze to the ground. "I was being stupid yesterday. I just…I don't know. I've missed you, and then I became all doubtful, and I shouldn't have, because I know you'd never hurt me on purpose I'm just over protective-" Strong arms wrapped themselves around me.
"I know Jenna," Harry whispered. "And I took advantage of you…I just…I love you. I do. I swear it." I looked up into his eyes.
"I don't know what my heart's telling me," I whispered. "I'm sorry." He shook his head.
"Don't be," he pleaded. "Stop apologizing for things that are beyond your control."
"Er…not to interrupt or anything," Wood said uneasily. "But we need to get back. It's not safe out here."
"Come back with us Harry," I begged, grabbing his hand. "Please." He shook his head.
"I can't," he looked away. "I need to stick with my plan."
"Harry."
"Oh Jenna, I want to, but…I have to keep being dead. Just…neither of you tell anyone. You can come visit me, as long as your careful."
"I can't keep visiting," I replied, stepping back. "Someone will notice I keep coming out here. Whether it be our side or his. Harry, I can't come back once I leave today." His tongue darted out over his lips which meant he was thinking.
"Please Harry, we'll keep you hidden, only a few will know, only a few who will die before they tell," I pushed.
"All right," he gave in. I squealed and jumped on him. He laughed, holding me tight. "Come on then." I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"Lead the way Mr. Wood," I smiled. He rolled his eyes.
"As long as you admit who gave you the good advice Atkins," he glared, holding back a smiled. Harry stopped.
"Are you two…getting along?" he asked. We both shrugged. Harry shook his head, mumbling.
"That's just not right," he said. "Not right."
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, throwing herself around him. "You're alive!"
"Hush," I whispered. "We have to keep him secret." She nodded and we snuck through the kitchens.
"Fred," I tapped him on the back.
"Ah! It's a ghost!" he pointed to Harry. We all gave him a look.
"Just get George, Nicole, Josh and Ron," I answered. He backed away, running through the door. He returned immediately. Nicole screamed and George and Josh rubbed their eyes to make sure they were seeing straight.
"Mate," George grinned. "You didn't kick the bucket after all!" Harry grinned. We talked for around a half hour, catching up and having Harry explain his plan over and over.
"This is just awesome," Josh said. "Just awesome."
"Well, Jenna convinced me to come back," he smiled at me sheepishly. I blushed. George and Wood exchanged dark looks at Harry. We eventually dispersed, George showing Harry where he could stay and me going to check up on some long term patients. Suddenly, the door to our make shift infirmary burst open.
"Jenna, there's someone here you should see," Fred shifted his weight from foot to foot. I gave him a look then walked past him out into the hall.
"Is he breathing?" I heard Josh ask.
"I think so," George answered. "Wow, he's bloodied up bad." I followed their voices into a small room off the main hall.
"What's going on?" I asked from the doorway, causing Josh to jump and bang his head on the cave roof.
"Uh…well. Come here," George motioned. I walked over, kneeling beside him. Blood was seeping on the floor, a limp body covered in bruises and cuts. Blonde hair was matted with grime and blood, blonde hair that looked strangely familiar. The hood of his cloak was covering his face. I slowly reached out and pulled the hood back. I recognized the pale skin and pointed face of Draco Malfoy immediately. George caught me as I collapsed, my body shaking.
"This is why I never went into the business," I muttered. George nodded. I took a deep breath then leaned forward, brushing a stray piece of hair that was sticking to his cheek.
"How'd you get like this?" I whispered, pulling out my wand. "George, what potions and medicines do you have?"
"Uh…not many, but I'll go get them," he got up and left. I started whispering spells and enchantments to help the healing process. I could tell he was bleeding internally as well as externally. I stopped the external bleeding quickly, and mended his broken bones. It would take a complicated potion for the internal bleeding. I prayed George had the right stuff.
"Ok, here's our medicines, potions, and potion ingredients," he dropped a large crate on the floor. I opened and quickly scanned the contents.
"I need moon grass," I looked at him. "Everything else for the potion is here, but I need moon grass. It's a key ingredient. Is there any way-"
"Josh and I will go," he answered immediately.
"Yeah, moon grass grows down the mountainside, it's close," Josh nodded.
"Please hurry, I don't know how much time he has," I pleaded. George kissed the top of my head and he and Josh left. I levitated Draco, using one of the medicines to clean the blood off of him. He looked a lot better, but I knew inside was a terrible mess. I placed him on the bed in the room and sad beside him. I squeezed his hand gently then started making the potion. Josh and George returned with the moon grass, and an hour later the potion was ready.
"Bottoms up Draco," I whispered, opening his lips and pouring the fluid in his mouth. He sputtered a little, but it went down.
"Hopefully he'll wake up in a few hours," I whispered to the guys. They had stayed to make sure things went ok.
"He doesn't look so evil asleep," Josh commented. I glared.
"He wasn't evil before," I snapped back. He held up his hands in a surrendering position.
"I'm going to go get some food, one of you stay here at all times," I ordered. They nodded and saluted me. I left and went to the kitchen.
"Hey Fred, what's for dinner?"
"Do you find it sad that I'm always in here?" he asked me. "I need a woman…" I blinked.
"I just came for food-"
"I mean, I spend all my time in here. I need to do something with my life! Or find my soul mate! Are you dating anyone?" He turned towards me. I placed a hand on my hip.
"No, but I know of three guys in this place who would kill you in your sleep if you even thought of dating me," I answered. He opened his mouth then closed it.
"Fair point," he shook a wooden spoon at me. "Now, about the food you wanted. Raid the fridge, anything in there is all yours."
"Thanks Fred," I smiled, opening the door. I grabbed an apple and some pre-made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I waved goodbye then headed out. I ran into Josh.
"He woke up," Josh said. I ran back to the room, depositing my food on the bedside table.
"Draco, can you hear me?" I asked. He moaned.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"Wish I knew," I answered. "How are you feeling?"
"How do you think I'm feeling?"
"That's no way to treat the woman who saved your life and-" I leaned in closer so I could whisper the last part into his ear. His eyes shot open.
"Jenna!" he grinned.
"Knew you'd figure it out," I smirked. He blushed furiously. Josh and George exchanged a look of confusion.
"All right, I'm pulling a Madam Pomfrey. Everyone out!" I made a shooing motion. Josh stuck his tongue out and left, followed by George who shut the door behind him.
"How are you Draco?" I asked, picking up my sandwich.
"Hungry," he frowned, eyeing my food. I shook my head.
"You can't eat anything for 24 hours, until I make sure the bleeding has fully stopped," I answered. He pouted.
"You know that gets you no where with me," I took a bite. I heard him sigh dramatically.
"How long do I have to lie here?" he asked.
"No sitting up for 24 hours, after that minimal activity, which means you don't leave this room," I replied.
"Strict aren't we."
"It means I care," I smiled sweetly. He smirked in reply.
"Jenna!" Harry stopped me in the hall.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Is it true that Malfoy's here?" he asked.
"Yes, he was hurt, and he's doing much better," I kept my smile up. I knew he wanted to say more, but he kept it to himself.
"Cool," he answered, looking away.
"Oh come on I know you better than that," I dropped my smile. "You think that he's going to try to get me back and that now you have competition."
"Well…I…how do you feel about him?" I'm good.
"What do you mean?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean." I pulled off my innocent look.
"Jenna!" Harry whined. "Are you going to hook up with him?"
"Frankly Harry, I haven't seen any of you in so long, hooking up is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment." I patted him on the arm and walked on.
