Chapter 8: Coma Confessions

Draco trudged through the halls down to the Slytherin common room, thinking of what he should do to get a confession.

"Draco… mate… what the hell happened? Why did you help the mud-blood? She is only asleep." This was Goyle speaking. Draco was actually astounded they could form that much of a statement. Normally he only heard grunts from the two oafs.

"Because I'm head boy! I could have lost my fucking position for this!" Draco had a tint of red that everyone took as signs of frustration, though Blaise knew better, Blaise knew for a fact that it was undiscovered passion, love, or lust. Which one, he wasn't sure, but he knew it was one of those powerful emotions that not even Draco himself had identified.

"I don't see how you could be blamed, Drake. You were, after all, at the table before she even came into the great hall. How could you possibly be blamed for it?" Pansy was up to speed keeping him on the topic of his almost lost position.

"Pansy, you're avoiding the question. If no one owns up to this, I will lose my position and probably be expelled. If anyone knows anything, tell myself or a professor." Draco announced. Before he turned tail and left, leaving his housemates to sit in thought.

"Crabbe, Goyle, with me." Pansy said. Sure they were Draco's goons, but seeing as how Pansy and Draco were expected to wed straight out of school, they listened to her too.

"I need you two to take the fall for this, you have no future. I have everything to lose, including my future husband."

"How can you lose Draco? He'd love you even more than he does now for hurting the mudblood."

"Apparently not. I think our Slytherin Prince is harboring feelings for mudblood Granger. I want her gone. Do what you must. When she wakes up, I want her dead or framed and sent away." Pansy sat on a desk, a cigarette in her hand. "Draco is my prince and will not be won over by some stupid little Gryffindor Goddess."

"But doesn't a Goddess belong with a God?" Crabbe pointed out.

Pansy rolled her eyes, slapping the idiot. "He WILL be mine."

"But Hermione is his concern now and she might die." Goyle and Crabbe were on a roll today. Normally, they would have confused themselves so bad by this point. Since Pansy was done with her cigarette and Goyle should be punished for his outburst as Crabbe was, she put the cigarette butt out on his forehead, leaving a horrid burn. "That hurt Pansy!"

"Not worse than receiving your Dark Mark. Now quit your bitching and help me plan to get rid of Granger."

"Mione, get up. It's not nap time." Ron said, tears in his eyes. Ginny was behind her brother, burying her face into Harry's chest, silently sobbing.

They trio stood there for three hours, just watching the girls, Ron holding her hand, every so often stroking it. She was cold and lifeless. The only hint of life was the steady, yet shallow, rise and fall of her chest.

"Will she die? Will Hermione die?"

"No, she's just in a deep sleep we can't wake her from just yet."

"Oh Harry, who would do this?" Ginny cried, hugging to him.

"Ok you three, you're to go to class now. Be quick about it." Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled about the room from patient to patient, Draco stepping up to her bed.

"Mya, please wake up. I know who did this to you. I'll get a confession, we'll have you back to normal." Draco whispered, standing beside her bed. Pansy walked in, staring at where he stood.

"Why are you there, Drakie?"

"I was told by the headmaster to watch over granger's form when I am not in class. Because of what you did."

"I'm not responsible, Crabbe and Goyle are!"

"Crabbe and Goyle are smarter than that and I can see right through your lies, Pansy!"

"Fine I did it. I gave her six doses of draft potion, she should wake in six days."

"From what we can tell, she may not wake."

"What are you talking about?"

"Pansy, are you daft? Do you not know about overdosing?"

"What do you care? I didn't mean to! It wasn't attempts to kill her! Just send her to sleep a while."

"SHE COULD HAVE DIED!"

"SHE WILL DIE WHEN THE DARK LORD RISES AND YOU ARE BESIDE HIM! AND SHE SHOULD DIE FOR BEING A MUDBLOOD!"

"DON'T EVER CALL HER A MUDBLOOD AGAIN!"

"Draco! How can you say that? Your father will be pissed, not to mention what our Lord will do to you if this leaks out. Draco, do you want to die?"

"Pansy, she may have a different blood, but you don't pick on Shelly for her dark skin, nor Terri for his American culture, why discriminate against Granger for her blood? I'm not quite sure I believe everything our purity is teaching us. I mean think, Pansy, if we killed all the muggleborns or those with muggle blood in their veins, then our people would inbreed so much to keep pure that everyone would be related. That's sick. If we put an end to the discrimination, then sure the blood would be tainted, but at least we wouldn't marry kin."

"Aww, how sweet, but she's got you brain washed, Draco. I'm your betrothed. I'm the one you will marry. We have perfect pedigree and can take over the wizarding world."

"Pansy, the only reason you want to marry me is for the image and for the money, and the influence. You don't love me. I don't love you. I don't give a shit about this, and my father can't do shit about it if he wanted too."

"And why is that?"

"Because, here just read this." Draco tossed that day's issue of The Daily Prophet to the annoying man-beast in front of him. Her eyes widened as she read the front page.

"But, Draco, weren't you sworn in by the clan?"

"Nope, I'm not seventeen yet, my date was set three weeks from now. The day after my birthday."

"Oh right. But, the Lord will kill you."

"I never betrayed him, and I never joined the death eaters. Soon, Potter will rise and fight against the Lord and we'll see who wins, but I'm not going to join a side that the leader has been defeated three times by the guy he's going against again. The odds are not in Old Volde's favor." Pansy looked appalled at the way her betrothed was acting.

"Draco, I'm doing this to snap you out of this state of delirium." She moved and kissed him hard on the lips. As if on cue, Hermione sprung up, eyes wide, mouth open as if in a silent scream.

"Ah, Miss Granger, I see that you are awake now." Albus Dumbledore walked up. As he spoke Pansy tried to slip away unnoticed but it was to no avail. "Miss Parkinson, you are to pack your bags and be at the entrance hall in thirty minutes. Make sure to say goodbye because you won't be back." He had that look that said clearly 'don't argue with me you won't win' shining in his eyes though his face held an understanding smile.

With that, everyone left Draco and Hermione alone.

"Draco, are you going to be a death eater?" Hermione looked so innocent and pure he couldn't help but smile… not his smirk, a true genuine smile.

"I'll stay beside you, no harm will fall upon you." He whispered and kissed the tip of her nose.

End Chapter 8

A/N: I put an asterisk next to cigarette butt because I don't know if it's bud or butt… if you know please tell me

Teaser:

Chapter 9: A Fluffy Christmas

"Happy Christmas, Mya."

"Oh Draco, it's lovely."

"Let's play a game."

"You're pr-preg-pregnant!"