Love Hurts
Chapter Five:
Draco awoke to a worried Hermione applying a wet face cloth to his forehead a look of extreme concern plastered all over her beautiful features. He felt as though his insides had been doused in cheap booze and set alight. He had difficulty opening his eyes let alone sitting up to assure him that things would be fine. That was when he realized that he was no longer in the dank dark of the room he had become accustomed too. Now he was lying on a soft surface and Hermione was there beside him. She shushed him when he tried to ask where he was with a bowl of warm comforting soup which he consumed with relish as it had been quite some time since he had eaten anything substantial. It felt nice to be comforted and cared for. It was almost like when his mother had cared for him when he had caught a terrible chesty flu when he was young and she had dedicated her time to his recovery. In his injured daze he wondered how Hermione had moved him from his duties to where he was now without being seen. He also wondered what could have happened that would have caused her to bring him to this mysterious place.
Hermione sat worried by her secret crush's bedside. How would she explain to him what she had done and why she had done it. Sure he was in a lot of pain when she had abducted him but she had planned to telling him about the secret room before she bought him to it. At least with a fireplace connected to the floo network, though dusty and unused for a long time, he could go back and forth when ever he desired. She was hoping desperately that he would not be mad at her for what she had done when she should have been worrying what her friends would do and say if they were discovered. Anyone up to date with the latest current events in the wizarding world would think that she had up and joined the death eaters instead of coming to the conclusion that the young master Malfoy was in fact on their side. How would she be able to show his face and how would she explain her extended absence to her friends.
Like a bolt of lightening it hit draco the repercussions of Hermoine's actions. The gate he had sworn to protect had been left unguarded and as vunerable as he now felt. He knew he must return to his duties as soon as possible, people were looking for the talisman he was sent to protect. He tried to sit up but he felt a sharp pain shoot down his spine. He was curious as to how he obtained these injuries and what he was doing here. He could only see slightly out of his quarter open eyes and all he could feel was the overwhelming pain. From what he could see his white skin was stained a nasty purple in places. He felt as black and blue as he appeared. Hermoine had taken a great risk in bringing him here and he yearned to reach out and stoke her face and let her know that things would e okay but he knew that things would never be okay again because evil pasts always had a way of catching up with you.
Hermoine longed to hold Draco to her beating heart. She wished she could provide better than the simple iron bed and lumpy mattress that inhibited the hidden sanctuary. She had meant to decorate but with school S.P.E.W and the worries of her two best friends that despite all her attempts were drifting like a ship out sea further and further away, she never seemed to have the time. She felt like she never had time to herself and beside the love of her life she cried silent tears for all of the things she felt she was powerless to do. This was a new feeling to Hermoine as in the past six years she had never felt powerless but she never seemed to know the right thing to do or say anymore in any situation and she was beginning to lose herself. She felt like she was out in the middle of the ocean with nothing but a useless paddle drowning where no one would notice. Then again she also felt unnoticed a lot of the time as Harry and Ron took credit for things she herself had figured out time after time after time. She couldn't entirely blame them seeing as Ron could only think of his stomach 85 of the time and the other 10 was focused on harry, the other 5 on quidditch and Harry was too busy worrying about voldermort to see beyond his glasses and notice the pain in Hermiones voice as she spoke or the pained expression on her face as she was ignored once again. Her tears spattered softly as they fell past her honey cheeks, past her pale pink lips over her chin and onto the clean white linen she had placed on the bed where Draco now lay.
Draco didn't know what to do or say when he felt the feeling of warm water dropping onto his arm. The only conclusion he could reach was that Hermione was crying and in response he blindly moved his hand about in a vain hope of finding hers. When he finally found her warm skin he ran his hand down her arm until he reached her hand and squeezed it gently giving her a small glimmer of hope in her heart. He wished in his heart that there were not so many differences between them and that he could hold her how he wanted to instead of settling for simply holding her hand. All the times he had longed to kiss her when she had rambled on about the silly house elves or when she was telling him about something she had learned, which he in turn was now learning as anything that was news to her was more often than not news to him. He regretted the things he had done in the past and the way he had behaved. He felt childish for all of the stupid names he had called her and silly pranks he had pulled so that his friends and himself could have a laugh always at her expense. He had felt guilty after they had come to a mutual understanding, as it took a while for them to become friends, and he had still been cruel to her to save face. He had not been entirely honest with her, in fact he had bluntly lied to her and told her that he had nothing to do with the dark lord and would never consider doing anything for him. He had snuck around like the snake that he felt he was going to meetings and accepting his mission from Voldermort in hopes of making his parents proud of him. He did not know that his mother had gone behind his back to protect him, enlisting Snape to save him from the dirty mission he was sent to fulfill. She had never had the opportunity to tell him and he was oblivious to the fact that she it had been discovered that it was she and not snape who had undermined and could have ruined the mission.
That did not mean that he had wanted to kill the Headmaster. In fact he had grown to respect him and see him in a completely different light to the one Voldermort had portrayed him in. He slowly grew to realize that he was teaching equality instead of being the plain old muggle lover that the death eaters saw him as and he was only trying to provide a safe environment where the students could study magic without prejudice and judgment. He felt bad for judging someone by what we thought was the quality of their blood only to see, thanks to Hermiones gentle persuasion that their blood was the same. She despite his insistence that she didn't had cut her hand and cut his and shown him that his blood was no different to hers. Unfortunately this revelation had come a little too late and he was too deep to quit the from the realm of the deatheaters. Besides if he had of pulled out his whole family would have been shamed and at times he felt angry at Snape for what he had done despite the fact that he had saved him from committing on of the most evil of acts.
Hermione despite her own sorrow held a sense of foreboding remembering the words Draco had said before he had collapsed in a heap on her floor. He had looked mighty strange, not knowing that he held such a powerful connection with his mother, and she was scared that his moment of random babbling he had conveyed a dangerous message that had sealed both of their fates. Draco had now fallen into another deep slumber and she rose from his side and whisked the bowl that had contained his soup into the kitchen for cleaning, not before checking carefully that the boys were busy else where and did not see her emerging from the room she had sneakily hidden from them. The last thing she wanted was for them to find Draco in there because she knew they would jump to the wrong conclusions. At the same time she felt a rush of the thrill of hiding something and going behind the backs of her friends despite the nagging guilt that consumed her stomach along with the butterflies she had felt when Draco had reached for her hand and held it squeezing softly. Something was not right and Hermione knew that as always she would have to be the one that figured it out. She went back into her own room after cleaning up and sat at her desk to ponder the riddle that Draco had left her.
The pain in his head was fierce but Draco had a feeling that he was needed back at the gates. He did not want Hermione to worry but he also knew that she would not allow him to leave in this condition and so with all of his strength and determination he swung his legs over the bed, waiting momentarily for the throbbing in his head to subside before getting to his feet, struggling on his sore legs. He walked a few laps of the room regaining his strength and before long he felt as normal as he had before he had been brought here. Now that he could see he noticed the fire place and in a flash of green flames he was gone.
She was no closer to figuring out the mystery of Draco's riddle than when she had first sat down and the sun had sunk far below the horizion with the moon and the stars now high up in the sky. Felling hunger pang at her stomach she decided that she should go and get something to eat. Then realizing that she had forgotten Draco completely she hurried out to the kitchen where she cooked more food than is required for one person hoping the boys would not notice but strangely enough the place was eerily quiet. She was suprised to discover how late it really was when after looking around she found Ron fast asleep and Harry's bed empty. She found this odd but dismissed it thinking Harry had simply gone for a walk to clear his head as he had been known to in the past. Seeing that the coast was clear she made her way back to the hidden room and opened the door to find it as empty as Harry's bed had been.
A/N:
Yay! another one done! there are alot of secrets and twists and turns in this and i know that Dracos sudden medical condition and then quick recovery seems odd but all will be explained...well i can explain it now really... he has a strong connection with his mother when his mother contacts him through teleapathy he can not only hear what she is saying he says it and feels what she is feeling... So the "prophecy" was something his mother knew and passed onto him... because well she is locked up and cant tell him herself... does that make any sense? He was feeling better because she was not trying to contact him but he is still sore because having a seizure can be quite a painful and dangerous experience and it happens when she is trying to reach him and is in pain herself.
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