Story: Mortal Fear

Author: ∂ลякลиgэl

Summary: To feel the fear, real fear. Not knowing you can escape. It is not as easy as it sounds to survive. A story of love, trust and comfort. 'I never really trusted anyone" I said hesitantly. "Really?" asked Draco as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. DMHG.

Current Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Rest all belongs to the wonderful JKR.

Chapter – 2 –

Hermione's POV – Hospital Wing.

He is coming. I felt again the fear. His cruel laugh as his hands caught mine. I felt his breath against my skin. "NO!"I screamed. My hands made in contact with someone as I blindly hit the person near to me.

"Hermione! Wake up! It's just a dream, 'Mione. Shh….its all right now." I felt two strong arms around me. No! My mind screamed again. Don't touch me. My eyes were still closed. I pushed the person. "Go away! Don't come near me!"

My eyes shot open, and were wide. I barely recognized Harry as I scrambled up the bed and curled around myself, taking my blanket. Oh, I felt so cold….so cold. I started shivering again. Harry's mouth dropped open, and Madam Pomfrey entered the room, only to give a shriek, "Mr. Potter! What do you think you are doing? Leave the room this moment!"

I saw Harry stutter, "I…I just wanted….t…to see if she was all right. Really….I …I meant no harm." Madam Pomfrey's attention was diverted as Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came inside. I ducked my head inside my blanket. I didn't want so many people staring at me.

"Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore called out in a soft voice. I trembled, and my eyes shut closed.

"HERMIONE!" a voice yelled from the doorway. Oh no, he's come to get me. No. NO! I started shaking violently. Tears stung my eyes, and flowed past.

"Mr. Weasley!" growled Madam Pomfrey angrily, "Will everyone stop troubling this poor girl?!"

I lowered the blanket as to see Ron. But seeing me do that, all of them advanced towards me. I ducked inside the blanket again. "Go away" I whispered. There was some whispering heard, as I crouched lower. There were some footsteps heard as Madam Pomfrey said in a kind voice, "Ms. Granger, I have sent everyone away, except the headmaster. Will you talk to him?"

"No." I spoke softly in a defiant voice.

"It is fine Ms. Granger. I will talk when you are ready. Mr. Malfoy has given his side of the story. And Mr. Nott is not in our school now. He is getting ready for Azkaban. You don't have to worry." When there was no response from me, I heard a resigned sigh as Professor Dumbledore walked away.

Madam Pomfrey gave a discreet cough, which caused me to lower my blanket. "I still have to clean your wounds, dear. It's just an hour after you attack. Though I have taken of the curses from you, you still have a broken bone, bruises and I think an esophagus wound, which might cause trouble to your voice in course of time." I heard her, but didn't hear her at the same time. My mind just wouldn't accept the fact. After being so long in fear, I couldn't believe he was gone. And now that she had mentioned it, I felt immense pain shoot through my back, and I doubled over in agony. Madam Pomfrey hurried over to me, but I wouldn't let her touch me. I again repeated, "Go away!" I could live with the pain, but no one will touch me.

Draco's POV. Coming to the Hospital Wing.

Draco convinced himself that he was going there just to know when she will finally be al right, and be able to the rounds. But that of course was far from the truth. Seeing her that way, had caused something inside of him to rise. He had felt protectiveness wash over him. He had carried her to the hospital wing, but not before kicking Nott in the shins.

He heard Hermione shriek, and increased his speed, tension in his eyes.

The first thing he saw when he entered the room was Hermione fighting off an invisible person, as Madam Pomfrey tried to calm her down. He glared at Madam Pomfrey; couldn't she see that she was scared? And he went over to Hermio-wait, Hermione? When had she turned into Hermione from Granger? Hell, he was going crazy.

Madam Pomfrey noticed him and gave him a fierce look, "Leave the room, Mr. Malfoy. Now. I will talk later." He opened his mouth but Hermione gave a cry.

Hermione gasped, "No! Draco won't leave." And with that she lunged herself into his arms, while wincing in pain and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Draco's mouth dropped open. He could fight with her and make her angry. He could curse her, and make her mad. But he couldn't see her in this state. She just looked too vulnerable. His protective instinct came over him as he put his arms around her. She looked at him with wide eyes, "Thank you for saving me from him." She whispered, and with that she blacked out once more.

Draco half-carried her to her bed and turned to Madam Pomfrey as she started at him, her mouth wide open. He raised his eyebrows in his cool manner and simply walked out of the room as Madam Pomfrey tended to Hermione hurriedly.

Draco walked to the Heads dormitory, his mind feeling numb. He still felt her arms around him. Her scared face. Her eyes, which were so full of trust. Her expectations. This was going to spread. Hell, he didn't care, but he sure was going to make sure that Hermione gets well soon. It was his entire fault. He felt so damned guilty. He could have noticed her sudden quietness. He could have shut his mouth for some time. He could have at least told Potty and Weasel about it. She wasn't even volunteering in class anymore. His mind flashed an image of her lying on the floor, helpless. He clenched his fists unconsciously.

Fuck. He had put himself in more trouble than he had bargained for.

A/N: Well…how was it? Longer than before at least. Do R n R. I am not much sure of how this is turning out. To be honest, I got its idea suddenly and started typing without thinking of its plot and stuff. Ideas are welcome. Criticism is accepted.