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Tears of a confused mind.

Chapter 17: Who's telling who?

People say that when you die, you see a bright white light, symbolising that there is god and heaven at the end of this light. That you are going on to a better place. Well if that's true Draco and Hermione would be dead.

Draco brought his arm up to shield his eyes from the piercing white light in his eyes, there was no way that he could even attempt to open his eyes, it was just too intense.

Am I dead? I didn't realise I could be in so much pain when I died. Ow it hurts, where am I? What happened? Mya!

His eyes sprung right open, he didn't care if he went blind, he had to make sure that his Mya was ok.

'Mya?'

His voice was barely a whisper, his throat felt like cheese grater and he, swallowing vinegar. Sighing, he looked at his surroundings; he was in the hospital wing. He could see more occupants in the beds across from him. His blood boiled when he realised who they were.

They are going to pay for what they've done to Mya. I'll make sure of it. They are not getting away with it. Where is she?

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'Dray! Where is he? Tell me! You can't keep him from me! You old witch let me go! I want to see Dray!'

Hermione's eyes sprung open, there was a shooting pain across her chest, like a baby elephant sitting on her, crushing her ribs, lungs collapsing inside of her.

But it wasn't the physical pain making her gasp in pain, it was the severe aching in her heart. Like a part of her was missing, part of her heart. Dray.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of losing Dray. It was her parents all over again. What she didn't quite understand was how she could feel so strongly for him, she barley knew him.

She pushed all of these thoughts out of her mind and sat up in her hospital wing bed. She couldn't see him, just the Slytherin's. Before she had a chance to look for him Poppy came around her curtains.

'Good your awake.'

'Dray! Where is he?'

'Miss Granger, calm down, drink your potion.'

She tried to force a goblet of yellow goo into her hands but Hermione knocked it to the floor in frustration. The nurse jumped back from the flying potion.

'Tell me! You can't keep him from me!'

Hermione jumped out of her bed, ignoring the crushing in her chest and the bandages on her legs. Madam Pomphrey grabbed her arms, trying to get her to sit back onto her bed, but couldn't calm the hysterical girl down.

'You old witch let me go! I want to see Dray!'

'Ok! Ok! Miss Granger, if you drink you potion I will take you to see him.'

Hermione reluctantly agreed. She sat back on her bed and drank the vile goo that the nurse handed to her. It tasted revolting.

'Can I see him now?'

Poppy led Hermione from her bed, past her curtains to the bed next to her. She had no idea that he was actually that close. Poppy pulled the curtain back and they both saw a topless, pail blond sitting on the edge of his bed, smiling at them.

Hermione choked back her tears of relief. He was ok. He was alive. She ran into his outstretched arms and placed her lips fully onto his.

Dray felt her lips descend on to his; he had to be dead, or at least dreaming. The girl of his dreams was in his arms again, kissing him like there was no tomorrow… and he wasn't responding!

He gently pried her lips open with his tongue and intensified one of the best kisses of his life.

Finally, due to lake of oxygen, the couple pulled away for some much needed breath. Hermione rested her forehead against his and let the tears flow.

'You know I wouldn't mind waking up to that every morning.'

Hermione let out a laugh and looked at him straight in the eye. Loving the feeling of Drays hands, drawing circles on her waist.

'I can't believe you're ok.'

He raised his hand and wiped away her falling tear.

'Dray, I thought I'd lost you –'

'Shh.'

'No let me say it. I woke up and I had this horrible feeling of loss. I-I-can't do this anymore. I-I don't like it. Please baby I'm so s-s-sorry for what I've put you through. I-I don't think I can go on without you by my side-'

Hermione's declaration was cut short by Draco's lips.

'I love you.'

'I love you more.'

They were finally together.

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Two days later, across the other side of the castle, in the headmaster's office, the mood was defiantly different. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk, head in his hands, listening to his deputy headmistress pace and rant at him.

'This is getting ridiculous! They should know! She should know! He should know!'

'My dear women-'

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the flustered women.

'We cannot tell her anymore! It is too much.'

'She has to know what's to come! I can't stand by and wait! It could happen any day Albus, and how do we know that she'll choose the right path?'

Dumbledore sat back in his chair and waved his wand. Smoke streamed out of the tip, forming words, forming sentences, forming the last part of the seer script.

Two souls separated, now become one,

As strong as they seem, more must they over come.

As much as they try, she will decided to protect than fight,

Taken by someone who stood beside the light.

Unjust, unfair, heartbreaking judgments,

To be ripped from the very foundations she was born.

Trails and tribulations. Restrained by those she's saved.

To over come she must pick,

A road, which must stick,

For acceptance is the only way forward.

For she must realise this on her own,

Not by those who love her so.

Be strong.

All that she seeks, is to be accepted,

But the only way is to choose.

The smoke disappeared, leaving two very troubled professors, worried beyond belief.

I know Minerva wants to tell them, but surly its better they don't know? Then they can face anything that comes to them head on. Make decisions on instinct? I know she wants them to be prepared but what If they know too much and make the wrong decision? The chances are slim, but I can't risk loosing the both of them. Our world as we know it would seize to exist.

'Albus? Albus, what are we going to do about the incident? It's going to be hard to cover from Fudge. I know that no one was seriously hurt, but there's damage to the west wing, and you know the Slytherin's are not going to stay quite.'

'I know I know.'

10 minutes soon passed and McGonagal was trying to search for answers in his eyes. Usually she could read him, know what he was thinking, feeling, but now, it was looking at a brick wall. She couldn't get anything from him, no worry, no fear, no 'what am I going to tell fudge' nothing.

With no words said to his confidant, he rose from his seat and made his way over to his full-length mirror. He hadn't used it since Hermione disappeared. Now that she was here, he didn't need to.

Muttering the incantation, fog started to cover the glass, it soon faded out and solid figures could be seen. Solid figures of Hermione and Draco in the hospital wing.

She was sitting next to him on his bed, what they were conversing about he didn't know, but he could tell that they were more at ease with each other. They were laughing a joking.

What's going to happen if Fudge finds out? Merlin, he'll probably use it to get back at me. The incompetent fool, She can't take much more. She'll crack I know it. Minerva will have my head if anything happens to her. I've got to keep her safe from Fudge, we've just got to protect her.

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Hermione walked over to Draco's bed. It had been three days since the attack and they were finally being allowed to leave.

'Hey, how you feeling?'

She perched on the side of his bed, looking at his pail face. The blood-replenishing potion Poppy had tried to give him, reacted badly with his system, and now he had to take a combination of 4 potions every 4 hours for the last three days.

'I just wanna get out of here. I'm sick of looking at these four white walls.'

'Well when Poppy's been with the last of your potions, we can go back to our common room.'

'Good, I can't stand it in here.'

'Stop being such a baby.'

'You love it.'

He pouted, Hermione rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempts to make her laugh

'Everyone's still talking about it you know, Harry and Ron said that they are reconstructing the west wing.'

'Don't worry about it Mya, It will all blow over in a few days.'

'Yeah your right. Come on a get dressed, I want to take you back to the common room for some proper rest.'

'Yes mum.' He mumbled under his breath.

She slapped his arm and gave him a filthy look.

'Come on! I want to pamper you!'

'Well help me get dressed.'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because.'

'Because why?'

'Because I said so.'

'That's not a reason!'

'Drrraaayyyyyyyyy!' Hermione moaned.

He laughed, He liked to wind her up, not because he like seeing her frustrated, just that when she starts to get angry she pulls such a cute face…

Half an hour later, Hermione and Draco found themselves walking the short distance to their common room.

'- No we have to go back to lessons on Monday. Don't worry It's care of magical creatures.'

'Great! An hour and a half of that great oaffffablous teacher?'

He was going to call Hagrid a oaf, but with a scary glare from Hermione, he decided against it.

'Mya!'

The pair turned around to see Harry and Ron running down the corridor after them.

The guys actually hadn't confronted each other since the end of last year. Old habits die-hard with the three males, nobody had made the first move to call a truce for Hermione's sake.

'Hey guys, what's up?'

'We were going to see if you wanna come to the common room. Hang out for a bit.'

'O I don't know guys, I just wanna go back to my common room with Dray.'

Silence fell between the four of them. It annoyed Hermione to no end.

'Look, this is ridiculous. I know the three of you aren't the best of friends, but we're on the same side, Dray's not the same guy, you to know that! You trailed him.'

'What?'

'O, erm, well at the end of last year, Dumbledore told them to follow you, kind of make sure you weren't a rouge death eater.'

'O right.'

'I know you not a Death Eater baby, they were just following orders. So can you please try and get along. For my sake?'

She looked between her boys, Harry, Draco, Ron, Draco, Harry, Ron. Finally and surprisingly Ron stuck his hand out for Draco to shake. She caught Ron's eye and smiled at him. Draco shook his hand and then Harry's.

'You do realise if you hurt a hair on that bushy head of hers me and Harry will kill you.'

'Hey, my hairs not bushy any more!'

The three guys laughed at Hermione's pouting face. Draco leaned down and kissed her moping lips.

'Eww! We don't wanna see that!'

Hermione pulled away and stuck her tongue out at the two Gryffindors.

'I'll catch up with you too later.'

The four of them departed ways, more relaxed than when they began their conversation.

Hermione and Draco reached their dorm, and after saying the password, entered their tidied common room.

'Right you can either lay on the couch and rest or in your room.'

'I don't mind, as long as you're there.'

After Hermione had him settled on the couch, she conjured him a sandwich and a drink and set in on the coffee table in front of him.

'Right, I'll be woow!'

Draco pulled Hermione on top of him.

'What are you doing?'

'Trying to get a kiss out of you.'

'No! You've got to rest.'

She tried to get up from her current position, but Draco just tightened his grip around her waist.

'Ok if you won't kiss me, then at least lay with me for a while?'

'Fine!'

They adjusted their positions on the couch, so that Hermione now lay on her side, back against the back, with Draco on his side facing her.

No words were said between the two of them. Hermione traced Draco's face with her figures, he watched as her eyes wondered curiously over if face. The soothing sensations soon lulled him into a sleep. Hermione slimed at his delicate sleeping features, she adjusted herself once more, so now that his head lay above her chest and she could play with the baby hair on the back of his neck. (A.N I love doing that to guys, its so cute!)

She hadn't felt this happy in a long time.

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Miles and Miles away in a office in London, Minister Fudge sat at his desk going over piles of paper work, signing this decree and that act. Not really bothering to actually look at what he was signing.

He was stopped by an abrupt knock at his door.

'Come in.'

A tall gangly red head appeared at his door.

'Mr Fudge sir, sorry to interrupt you.'

'What is it Weasley?'

'Well this letter just came for you sir, it's marked urgent.'

'They're always marked urgent Weasley. Give it here.'

Percy handed the minister the letter in his hand and left. Fudge opened he parchment letter and looked lazily at it.

His expression going from lazy, to curious, to shock, to anger and outrage.

He screwed the letter up in his hand and shouted

'FUCK! WEASLEY!'

Percy came running into his boss's office.

'Yes Minister?'

'Get me Umbridge…NOW!'

Five minutes of wearing his carpet thin, Umbridge came striding into his office.

'What is it Cornelius?'

'We're going to Hogwarts.'

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