A/N I almost didn't upload this again! I have been so busy and I think I will be for some time now. I have abandoned 'They wouldn't notice I was missing' as I am also doing this, 'How the Montimais Met' on my other account "Fangs Montimais 101" and I am doing another two aside from these which may or may not be posted and am working on a surprise one which I can't be bothered to finish. So sorry!

Disclaimer: If we were JK Rowling, this would not be called Fan Fiction.

Chapter 14

Argh! What was she doing? Why was she helping Malfoy? And why in Merlin's bloody beard have I started calling him Draco?

Hermione clutched her face into her hands as she sat on the sofa in defeat. She had this odd feeling that Tallulah had told her something relevant about how her mother cured people but…

Hermione doubted that singing to Malfoy would stop him from dying. It may stop the pain in his ears by making them fall off but…

Hermione got up and walked into the wall several times, bashing her head as hard as she could to try and think up a way to help Malfoy. He had his wand but she didn't. She had foolishly left it in her dorm in Gryffindor tower. She wondered whether they had found it and were worrying about her.

Her friends. Gryffindor. Hogwarts. How long had they really been here? Perhaps while traveling through time they'd made time stop somehow in their own world. What if they went back and no time at all hod passed? Would Malfoy continue with whatever he was doing with the Death Eaters while she got on with working for the Order?

That's it! Hermione slapped herself at the idea. Surely this had something to do with ignoring Voldemort's calls using the Dark Mark. She remembered reading about how Death Eaters gain immense pain from ignoring their callings from Lord Voldemort.

On the other hand, Voldemort probably wouldn't kill Malfoy because he'd obviously trusted him enough with whatever he'd been up to because he was only sixteen and not many sixteen year olds are greatly trustworthy.

Hermione sighed and plonked herself onto the floor. Back to square one. She thought bitterly. Whoop-dee-doo!

While upstairs, Draco was staring at the wall opposite him. His head felt like a red hot poker was being held on it permanently. I bet this is how the boy who lived feels all the time. Draco thought with a scowl inside his head as his face hurt too much to do it. More like the boy that lived to make my life a misery. Also, why do people say 'the boy who lived' when it really should be 'the boy that lived'? Honestly, whoever came up with that name really needed to learn some grammar.

Draco bit his bottom lip, trying to come up with reasons as to why somebody would say, 'the boy who lived but it hurt his head so he stopped. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind but the huge amounts of pain in his head stopped him from being able to do this.

Sighing, he opened his eyes again and jumped when he saw somebody lying next to him. Draco jumped out of the bed and fell to the floor with a crash. The person looked almost transparent, a bit like a ghost but with colour. He looked in the same pain as Draco himself was and he resembled Draco a lot as well…

He had blond hair hanging over his forehead, looking as though it hadn't been combed in some time. Perhaps, a few weeks. His eyes were open and staring at the ceiling, not properly seeing anything either. The eyes were a rather bright blue and that seemed the only difference between him and Draco, other than the fact that he was not wearing any Hogwarts uniform.

Looking around, Draco realised that the room he had previously been in was no more and he was now sitting on the floor of a Hospital room in something of a school, not unlike that one at Hogwarts, really.

A girl was walking towards where the other boy lay and his eyes moved to where she was approaching. The girl had brown hair that hung in slightly frizzy and a bit messy curls about her shoulders and the same, honey coloured eyes that a certain frizzy haired Muggle-Born had…

"You." The boy asked bitterly. "What are you doing here?"

The boy had a cold and very british accent, another difference between him and Draco. The girl smiled tightly.

"I don't want to be here any more than you want me to but the nurse has requested that I help you out as I cured my mother from a similar illness three years ago." The girl said stiffly.

Her voice had a slight Northern Irish accent and was a little like Lovegood's but less dreamy. Come to think of it, it sounded a little like Tallulah's as well…

"You won't like my methods though." The girl said, laying a bottle on the bedside table. "I don't really fancy using them on you myself and have a right mind to leave you to die. You are horrible to me and always have been so I don't know why I should help you."

"No! Please, I'll do anything!" The boy begged. "This is agony!"

The girl smiled and walked off, leaving both myself and the other boy in a confused state. Only, the boy looked a little less in pain and looked a tiny bit relieved. As well as confused of course.

As Draco drifted back to reality he saw a small bottle on the bedside table in the room he's previously been in and dragged himself across the floor and towards it. He reached up and brought it down to his nose. It smelt like salt. He dipped his finger in and liked the end to find that it tasted like...tear drops.

He realised that the two of them needed to show each other when they were most weak. The boy had begged and the girl had given him her tears. He needed to show Granger himself in one of is weakest states and for Draco, that was crying. He always lost himself while crying and blocked out all outside sound and activity. When ever he cried, he really cried and that's what had made him so angry when Potter had found him crying in the bathroom.

But Granger… He supposed she'd have to voluntarily show herself weak because the ghost-like girl hadn't explained to the boy what she was doing. Draco pulled himself back onto the bed and slowly drifted into an odd and dreamless, yet restless sleep.

Granger had bloody well better figure it out soon otherwise he felt he might die on the spot that night.

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