Chapter 29

Draco was better! Draco was alive! He was going to be ok. Hermione didn't understand why she was so happy. She didn't understand why all bad, negative emotion had gone. She didn't know when this happened-her feeling happy when Draco was ok-But right now she didn't care.

"Hey." Hermione yawned the next morning. Draco had woken up before her as usual.

"Hello." Draco said absently, he was once again deep in thought.

"Any nightmares?" Hermione asked. Although the illness was gone it could always come back.

"No." Draco lied.

He had. He knew it wasn't the illness, it wasn't vivid enough. It was about the war.

He was wandering the castle at night, maybe 12 or 1 o'clock when he heard a scream. He knew that scream-Hermione.

He ran as fast as he could calling out her name. He finally found her in a secluded corridor on the floor screaming at punching the floor. Above her stood Titus, torturing her; laughing at her pain.

Anger shot through Draco. Blind, white hot anger. He tried to run forward, but couldn't. He tried to shout, but couldn't. He just stood there looking.

Then Titus disappeared and Hermione just stared at him, tears streaming down her face, blood everywhere.

"You failed." She whispered at him angrily.

Draco woke up and felt tears in the pillow.

"Good." Hermione smiled. She started rummaging through the cupboards for food.

"How long do you think we have left here?" Draco asked after a while.

"Don't know." Hermione said. She stared off into space, brow furrowed and muttering under her breath.

She knew it would be soon, she knew she was forgiving him. She was just worried what would happen in that time.

Draco couldn't help but stare at her as she was thinking. He could see the cogs moving in her head. Hear her muttering things, he didn't know what though.

"Granger?" Draco said after this went on for a long time.

"Yes." Hermione jumped.

"Just wondering if you knew what was going to happen next." Draco said.

"I don't know…" Hermione said grimly.

Draco and Hermione were on edge. It had been days since anything had happened and they were getting scared.

They woke up once again with Hermione over the pillow barrier. Draco rolled his eyes. Then he realised just how pale and clammy she looked.

"Granger." Draco noted the worry in his voice.

'I'll worry about my worry later.' He told himself.

"Granger!" Draco shouted.

"Draco." Hermione wasn't strong enough to remember to not say his first name.

"Shh. I'll figure out what to do." Draco said getting out of bed.

"I already know." Hermione whispered. Draco's head turned so fast Hermione wondered how he didn't break his neck.

Hermione had had a vision in her sleep.

Hermione was in the hospital like place as always, but his time it was the girl in the hospital bed. The boy was holding her hand in both of his and had his head bowed. Hermione noticed a long, deep cut along her face.

"Please." The boy begged. "Please, I-I love you. You're not allowed to die, ok? You just can't. I won't let you. Promise me you won't." The boy was now crying.

"I love you too. And I promise." The girl smirked weekly.

"Well?" Draco urged.

"You need t-to…" Hermione's eyes opened and closed before she completely passed out. Her breathing became less laboured.

"I'll figure it out myself then." Draco snapped.

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