Chapter 33

"Granger I swear! Granger if you don't wake up soon I swear to Merlin!" Draco had resorted to yelling at this point. He was pacing the room his hands flying around in anger.

He was frustrated, ok? He may be better than before, but he was still Draco Malfoy! He was still a teenage boy who had mood swings. He didn't know where his father had come from, how Titus had gotten in, how any of this was happening. Hermione wasn't waking up and he didn't know what else to do. She was, however, getting better it would appear.

Her cut was gone after he had admitted his feelings and she seemed to be more aware of what was happening.

Hermione stirred from his shouting. Draco rushed to the bed.

"Hermione!" He shouted. "Hermione please." He lowered his voice to normal.

But that wasn't his normal voice. His normal voice was free of emotion, or it was cold and angry. He liked it that way. Some things he was taught as s child he liked. He liked keeping his title of 'cold and emotionless'. This time when he talked he choked out the words. They were so full of emotion that he almost choked on them. Two simple words and so much meaning behind them.

"Mmh." Hermione hummed.

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Hermione could hear his yells. She wanted to yell back at him. She wasn't sure if that was out of anger for his shouts or to tell him she was ok. She just...she needed to answer him.

"...Hermione please." He finished. His voice told her untold words. Words that made her feel stronger. She has to. She had to answer that.

With all her strength Hermione answered. She only heard a small hum come out of her mouth though.

"Granger?" Draco frowned.

"Dr-" Hermione would answer. She would.

"Hermione." Draco breathed.

"Draco." Hermione squeaked. Her voice hurt and all her limbs ached, but she had spoken! Well she had uttered one word, but she had spoken!

Hermione opened her pale eyelids with great difficulty. And groaned as pain shot through her from not moving in so long.

"Granger?" Before Hermione knew it Draco was hugging her and she was hugging back despite the pain it caused her. "Bloody hell you scared me." He whispered.

"I sc-scared me too." Hermione croaked out. Draco stopped hugging her, obviously noticing her pain.

They sat in a silence, not uncomfortable or awkward just silent, for awhile before Draco spoke.

"Hermione I think we need to talk."

"I-i could hear everything." Hermione said.

"What?" Draco asked confused.

"I could hear you. I know that-that Titus and y-your father were here. I know you defended me." Hermione's eyes turned cold at the mention of Draco's family then sofended towards him. "I know what you said to me."

"I-I…" Draco went slightly paler.

"And I came to the conclusion that I feel the same way." Hermione smiled.

"You what?" Draco didn't believe it. She hated him!

"I haven't forgiven you completely for what your younger self did, but I know that I...well I'm well on my way." Hermione didn't know how else to put it really. She hadn't forgiven fully, but she had forgiven most things.

"Thank you." Draco said, then he kissed her hand in a very gentlemanly way-bloody purebloods and their manners-and left the room.

Hermione had never been one of the girls who pined over cute guys or squeal in happiness or was very girly, but at that moment Hermione felt herself pine and she wanted to squeal with delight and she thought herself rather girly at that moment.

It was a sure sign the world was ending.

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Draco had been taught not to feel, but at that moment he smiled. He wasn't the type to feel these feeling, but then again Hermione just made things slightly more intriguing than any other girl. Draco smirked as he closed the door. The world must be ending.

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