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Summary: Hermione is sick and tired of being alone. She decides to make herself a golem. Not just any golem but one that looks and acts like her ideal prince charming, in fact, he is! The whole of Hogwarts is going crazy over this new boy... and why is Draco Malfoy glaring at him so much?

"Talk"

'Thoughts'

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Authors Note: hey guys! I'm sorry to be a nag or anything but as time goes on and this fic continues, less people review which makes me think maybe people aren't reading anymore. Please tell me if I should continue this fic. This chap is dedicated to those who have supported me throughout. You know who you are.

Recap

His pain seemed to outweigh his determination since the last word he heard echo through the library was,

"Obliviate."

And he blacked out, this time, unsure as to if or when he would be conscious again.

Chapter 7 – Truth Behind Truths

Harry watched in horror as Madame Pomfrey bound Malfoy to a hospital bed. He was thrashing and screaming, little bite marks appearing all over his skin.

"Bloody hell!" Ron kept repeating over and over again.

"ARGH!!!"

Madame Pomfrey was running around and trying to force a relaxing potion down Malfoys throat.

Harry looked away. It should have been he who took the risk; after all, he was Hermiones friend. It should have been him. Not Malfoy. Malfoy barely even knew Hermione. And he didn't believe all the talk about Malfoy and David being friends. Maybe… Malfoy did this to… He couldn't think of any reason as to why Malfoy would do this.

"Potter! Don't just stand there! Go find Professor Dumbledore!" Madame Pomfrey screamed at him.

Harry shook himself out his reverie and ran out of the Hospital Wing.

He reached the gargoyle that led to the Headmasters Office, panting.

"Chocolate Frogs!" he breathed. The Gargoyle didn't move.

"Uh… Lemon drops? Cockroach Clusters? Bertie Bott's every flavored Beans? Urgh! I don't have time for this! What kind of stupid candy is the password now?!"

The gargoyle chuckled in amusement and jumped to the side.

"Candy? Really? That's his password?" Harry mumbled as he dashed up the stairs.

The door leading to the Headmasters office was closed. Harry turned the door knob only to find that it was locked.

He was about to knock politely, albeit very very loudly, but stopped as a voice roared inside the room.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" a mans voice exploded.

"You very well know what I mean. We both saw this coming. She is unwell." Dumbeldore's voice now also audible.

"But you aren't the one who cares for her, are you?" the man spat out.

"I care for every single one of my students. You remember, don't you?" Dumbledore's voice stills an essence of calm.

"But he cannot save her! What a burden to place towards himself! And you helped him! You shouldn't encourage him to do this! It isn't his responsibility! It was her mistake. Why let him suffer?" The man continued.

"Because he chose to. Maybe he was not fully aware when he made this choice but he did. And he is the only one willing. I merely took a few weeks off his search. I did not tell him to continue or to go on with what he was planning. It was his choice. Not mine or yours."

"It is my choice! I am his-"

"I think we should finish this discussion later. There is someone outside my door and I don't think he should wait any longer." Dumbledore cut off.

Harry went red. What did he just overhear?

"You may enter now Harry." Dumbledore's voice floated out.

Harry opened the now unlocked door and found Professor Dumbledore standing in front of the fireplace. Dumbledores' office was the same as he last saw it. With trinkets and candies and unusual books and paintings on the walls.

"Well Harry, what did you come here for?"

Harry suddenly couldn't remember.

"I… I…"

"Come now Harry, I'm sure you had a perfectly good reason as to why you came rushing here."

Suddenly it all came back to him.

"Malfoy! Hospital Wing! Madame Pomfrey sent me!" Harry suddenly shouted.

"Well, we better get a move on then."

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore took a bag from his pocket and sprayed some of its contents into the fireplace.

"Emergency Floo Powder." He told Harry. "Well, then. Let's go."

Harry stepped into the fireplace after Dumbledore and Dumbledore shouted, "Hospital Wing, Hogwarts!"

Harry felt the familiar sensations of floo when suddenly his feet touched the ground and he stumbled forward.

"Albus!" he heard Madame Pomfrey cry out.

"Poppy, what's wrong with Draco?" Dumbledore asked carefully as to not aggravate the poor nurse any longer.

"He took some kind of potion Albus! I wasn't here at the time and I have no idea what it was! I've been administering some Relaxing Potion to him but they all have no effect! He wont stop bleeding Albus! Pretty soon, he can die!"

"He will not die today Poppy, I can assure you of that." Dumbledore comforted, and then Harry heard him whisper, "There is something he needs to finish first."

And as quick as lightning, Dumbledore was beside the restrained and screaming Draco Malfoy.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir! He… he… stopped moving two seconds ago. He won't stop screaming." Ron told him, Harry could tell that Ron was freaking out with all the blood on his clothes. Malfoys thrashes seemed to have made the blood spray on to Rons robes.

Dumbledore nodded and took out a vial from his pocket. He tapped it with his wand and muttered a few things.

He tipped all of its contents into Malfoys mouth and watched as Malfoy suddenly went quiet.

The only noise in the Hospital Wing was Madame Pomfreys loud cries and Dumbledore's steady breath.

Suddenly, a choking sound filled the air. Madame Pomfrey stopped crying and quickly looked towards the bleeding Draco Malfoy.

Dumbledore undid the restraints and helped Malfoy to sit up.

"Listen to me Draco. Do not utter a word." Dumbledore warned.

Malfoy was trying to wipe blood off of his face. His face was paler then usual and he seemed to be loosing consiousness again.

"The potion I administered to you will not help you get out of this condition. It will only keep you awake long enough to let you tell us the events in Ms. Grangers memory that you witnessed. But, if you do tell us what has happened to Ms. Granger you would be endangering yourself."

"WHAT?!" Harry shouted.

"If Mr. Malfoy chooses to tell us what happened to Ms. Granger, it might cause him a mental reaction since he will try to remember what happened within her memory. It will endanger himself. But if he chooses not to tell us and only tell us of the potion he administered on himself before he went into her memory, he may be saved. But we won't achieve anything in the prospect of saving Ms. Granger and Mr. Prince."

"SO IT'S LIFE OR DEATH? HIS LIFE OR HERS?" Harry bellowed. "WHAT KIND OF CHOICE IS THAT?"

"HE'LL PROBABLY LET HERMIONE DIE!" Ron added.

"MALFOY SHOULDN'T BE THE ONE MAKING THE DECISION! IT SHOULD BE ME!" Harry shouted. "YOU SELFISH BASTARD!" He shouted at Draco.

"IT SHOULD BE ME TOO! HERMIONE IS OUR FRIEND AND HIS ENEMY!"

"I – cough – gave – cough – my word." A voice startled them. It was raspy and sounded exhausted.

All four pairs of ears perked up. And all four pairs of eyes rounded towards the bleeding boy.

They watched as his bloody face scrunched up in concentration and suddenly, a very empty expression faced them.

"Humanili… poison…" And he fell back to unconsciousness.

"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy!" Madame Pomfrey screamed as she rushed to his side. "Wake up! What potion did you take?! Do not die!"

But Malfoy didn't wake up. He lay unconscious on his bed, still bleeding and now his breathing had slowed.

Dumbledore pulled Madame Pomfrey away.

"We must not let his sacrifice not mean anything. Call Severs and tell him to make an antidote for Humanili Poison. And be quick. We do not know how long it has been and what other effects could have happened to Ms. Granger and Mr. Prince."

"But Mr. Malfoy-"

"We will deal with that later Poppy. We must not let his sacrifice to be in vain."

She nodded and rushed out of the Hospital wing.

"Harry, please fetch me the book 'Life Potions' from my library on the seventh floor, pass the wall with the painting of a feather and touch the wall next to it." Dumbledore said, with urgency evident in his voice.

Harry could only nod, still shocked by Malfoys choice.

Harry ran. He couldn't remember when he ran as fast as he did. But still he felt like he was going in a snails pace.

He could only breathe out in relief when he finally reached the painting of the feather. He quickly placed a hand on the wall next to it and he had to stand back as double doors appeared.

He pushed it open and ran in. It was filled with books from top to bottom except for a lone armchair and a desk full of parchments, ink bottles and quills.

Harry started from the bottom, searching for the book 'Life Potions'. It seemed impossible. And he was taking so long!

Malfoy could be dead right now!

He finally found it at the bottom of a stack of books at the corner of the room.

He grabbed it and ran even faster then his trip going there. He hoped he wasn't too late.

By the time he reached the Hospital Wing, he almost screamed at the sight of Malfoy. He was as white as snow and looked as lifeless as he had seen anyone. But at least, it seemed the bleeding had stopped.

"Quickly Harry." Dumbledore pressed on, Snape right next to him, looking worried.

Harry handed Dumbledore the book and sat down next to Hermiones bed beside Malfoys.

"There's a marking on one of the pages." Dumbledore said. "Potion di Memoria."

Madame Pomfrey gasped.

"We need to give him the blood of a hippogriff." Snape said definitely.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Call… call Hagrid." He said in slight remorse. "He… he should still have a few drops left over for Emergencies. Hippogriff blood can cure Hippogriff common diseases if the blood is untainted."

Ron gasped. "But sir… isn't that the blood of-"

"Buckbeak. Yes." Dumbledore confirmed.

A few minutes later, Hagrid walked in with a small vial in hand. It only contained two drops of red liquid.

"I… I… I don' wanna giv' Buckbeaks blood!" Hagrid bellowed. "bu' he sa'ed Ermione."

He gave the vial into the waiting hands of Snape.

"Thank you." Harry found himself saying to Hagrid.

The half-giant smiled a bit and a tear fell from his eye.

"I… I don' wanna see. I'm gonna 'eave." Hagrid said and quickly left the room.

"Severus!" Dumbledore called.

"I'm going to brew this now. I might be able to use only one drop. If it suffices ill return the rest of it to Hagrid." Snape said but before he left he placed two vials in Dumbledores hands.

"That's the antidote for Ms. Granger and Mr. Prince. Only give one vial to Granger. We do not know what will happen to Mr. Prince since a golem has never been in this case before. Give the other vial to Mr. Malfoy. I suspect there should be poison in him as well."

And he left with a billow of his cloak.

Dumbledore quickly went over to Hermiones bed and administered the potion to her then to Malfoy.

Harry smiled as he saw a little life return to Hermiones cheeks. David, however, remained the same.

As time went by, Hermione seemed to be recovering. David had a delayed reaction to the potion since it healed Hermione first. They were after all connected, so even if only she drank the potion, its affects reached him just like Humanili poison had affected him too.

Malfoy, however, remained in an unchanging state. Snape had come in hours before and they had already administered the blood to him. Snape saw that there was no reaction to it and started saying he should have used both drops, but it couldn't be helped anymore. Harry didn't know why but he wanted Malfoy to live. He wanted to be in Malfoys place right now, even if it was on the verge of death. He had been there before. It wouldn't be a big thing to him.

But what really surprised him was that he didn't want Malfoy there most of all.

Ron kept pacing the entire time, probably fighting the urge to either thank Malfoy while he was unconscious or to kill him to finish the job.

The next day, Hermione seemed like she would awake soon, along with David but Malfoy still remained the same.

Harry and Ron were pushed out of the Hospital Wing and were forced to attend classes but since they never got a moment of rest the entire day and night they were asleep in most classes. The Professors knew what happened and let them sleep.

Harry didn't know why but he found himself skipping Lunch and heading towards the Hospital Wing.

He smiled as he saw Hermione. He knew she was expected to wake up anytime now.

He sat down next to Hermiones bed.

"You know, you really scared us for a minute there Hermione. We really thought you would bite the big one." He laughed. "But even death can't stop the Hermione Granger, can it? But Hermione… stop being stupid. You almost died twice! Or thrice! See? I'm already losing count! What's happening to you?"

He stared at his best friends' solemn face.

"I know, I know. I don't blame you. I know why you made David. And I accepted it already too. But… I-"

A grunt stopped him from continuing.

Harrys' breath caught in his throat. He turned around.

"M- Malfoy?"

"What am I doing in the Hospital Wing Potter?!" He shouted.

"You- You- don't- … remember?"

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? All I remember is going to sleep in the Slytherin dorms. And now I wake up to find myself here? Only one conclusion seem to add up." He said sarcastically. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME POTTER?!" he screamed and grabbed Harrys shirt.

"Nothing! I swear!"

"What are Granger and Prince doing here? And… why is my bed next to hers? Don't they know I need a bed away from germs? And if I am sick, don't they know this will me grow even more ill! My god! You think medi-witches knew more about healing!"

"You… really don't remember?" Harry asked disbelievingly.

"Remember what Potter?" Malfoy asked angrily.

Harry wanted to tell him everything. To tell him what good he had done. To tell him that Harry Potter, now owed Draco Malfoy.

But he didn't. "Nothing."

"Whatever Potter. I'm hungry and I think ill go get some food." Malfoy stood up but then Madame Pomfrey spotted him.

"Mr. Malfoy! You're awake!"

"Awake? Awake from what? Sleeping? Of course I am! It's not like I was about to die or whatever. I just fell asleep. Some idiot must have thought I passed out or something right? That's why I'm here? Whatever. I'm leaving."

Madame Pomfrey looked like she was about to say something when Harry signaled her to stop.

Malfoy saw the exchange between the two and laughed. "What? Secret messages from the two of you now? Are you both… involved with each other? Ha! Wait till I tell the Slytherins!" and he walked out of the Hospital Wing.

"What is the meaning of this Mr. Potter? Why didn't you tell Malfoy of the good he has done? Why didn't you tell him he saved Ms. Granger and Mr. Prince?"

Harry was at a loss for words. But then an idea sprang up on him.

"he… almost died trying to remember! If we tell him or let him remember again, he might go back to that dangerous state he was in. We shouldn't tell him a word of it." Harry lied.

But Madame Pomfrey seemed to accept it. "You're right. I shall tell the people who know at once. We shouldn't endanger his life once again."

Harry sighed in relief as Madame Pomfrey left to tell Dumbledore, Snape and Hagrid.

But before he could get another moments peace, he heard the single voice he had been waiting to hear in a long time.

"Harry?"

"Hermione! You're awake! And you're okay!" He smiled and quickly hugged his best friend.

She hugged him back and stretched her muscles. But winced.

"My whole body hurts." She whined.

"Yah well, you're not a 100 percent okay yet I guess. You should rest more."

She nodded.

"How did you guys heal me and David? I thought that for sure I wouldn't wake up anymore. After I noticed that I coughed out blood, I thought I was dead for sure!" she laughed.

"Uhh… D- … I found a way to help you." Harry lied.

"Oh… Thank you so much! You saved my life, again! I owe you so much! Thank you Harry. You're my hero." She cried. "I thought I was going to die! I know I joked about it just now but when I was asleep I was all alone in this dark place… when suddenly I heard someone say that they would bring us back… That was you, wasn't it? Thank you so much… You have no idea how scared I was, until I heard your voice. It made me feel calm and I knew that whoever said that would save me. And it was you. I'm so glad it was you."

She hugged him even tighter but then let out a yawn.

"I'm so sorry but I think I should take your advice and rest." She yawned again. "Thank you so much Harry. You don't know how much this means to me."

Harry watched her sleep, a feeling of regret taking over him.

He was taking Malfoys credit of saving her life. Malfoy was the one who said he would bring them back, Malfoy was the one who risked his life and Malfoy was the one who saved her.

Not him.

And for the first time, he was truly jealous of Draco Malfoy.

Authors Note:

Well…what do you think? I know it's been a long time since I updated. So please review if you want to read more and if I should continue this fic.

Whatever happens though, here's a preview of the next and maybe last chapter (not the ending though): Chapter 8 – Getting up

"I can't believe you." She cried.

"It's not my fault." He shrugged. "It's not my fault that you don't see what's right in front of you."

"And what is that?"

"That your little golem should be destroyed and you should start falling in love with its reality counterpart."

"And who might that be?"

"Me."

So please review! I really wanna know if you guys think I should continue with this. And please send me comments so that I know that I should and could work on about my writing style. For my fics later on if ever.