A/N : So here I am again.. Sorry for the delay in posting. I accidentally deleted this chapter and so, had to re-write it. (That was because sometimes I become technologically retarded). But yeah, Thank you for reading my story and also for reviewing. I know things are kind of depressing but please bear with me. I have my own reasons you know. Anyway, enough of my babbling.
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The One and Only
" I thought you were taking us to Hermione!" – Ron said with a touch of irritation. But Kingsley was already speeding down towards the Hospital-Wing, so apparently he did not hear what Ron had said. Muttering something under his breath, the red-head stomped away like a child, closely followed by Draco and Harry. Some Homo sapiens never fail to amuse me - Draco thought.
Upon entering the Hospital-Wing, they saw Madam Pomfrey busting about. A vial from this drawer, a cloth from that – she looked really really busy. When she saw the group of four men entering, she went over and was literally about to kick them out, muttering something about 'untimely, rude visitors'. This was her area of expertise and so, her rules stuck here. Not even the Minister of Magic was excused from them. Harry stepped forward and talked to the mediwitch for a while and then, she allowed them to enter. Very unwillingly. She led them to a small cubicle at the far end of the room. The curtains were pulled up and the sight it framed was really disturbing. For all of them.
Hermione Granger, the brain behind the Golden Trio, the Gryffindor Princess and the War Heroine was lying beneath white sheets, staring absently at the ceiling. Her face was pale with cuts and bruises over her face and neck. Her left hand was in a sling and even though her eyes were the same chocolate brown, they lacked the usual warmth. She looked absolutely downtrodden.
Harry was the first one to break out of the shock and speak. "Hermione! I'm so sorry. It's... It's my fault this happened. I should have been more careful." – He was literally breaking down.
Hermione slowly turned towards them and smiled. "No, Harry. It wasn't your fault. I should have been more careful. And besides, I am quite okay."
Draco was quiet and did not utter a single word, but inside his head, a huge turmoil was going on. Why do these things happen to her? She does not wrong anyone but all wrongs happen to her. Such a kind and loving person she is, and yet cruelty is at its epitome when it comes to her. She was the one who made me question my beliefs. She was the one because of whom I got a second chance. She was the one who changed me. For the better. She was the one who taught me how to love. She was, is and will always be the one and only for me. And whoever did this to her will have to pay. Pay hard.
His thoughts were interrupted by Madam Pomfrey shouting – "No you are not 'okay', Hermione! After enduring a month of the Cruciatus curse and other tortures, how can you be alright?!" Then turning to Kingsley, she stormed – "Did you not tell them about the severity of her condition?!"
"How could I? They have found her after more than six months. How could I just tell them that their friend is dying?!" – Kingsley retorted.
Draco jolted up as if lightning had struck him and in a way, it had. People were talking, shouting but all that seemed like a whisper to him. Because only one thought was booming in his head. The only person he had actually loved, the first girl ever to win his loyalty, his Elixir of Life was dying.
A/N : So? Loved it? hated it? was so-so? wanted to set it on fire? You can be honest. ; )