Chapter fifteen… Snow White
As they entered the villa they found Narcissa still unconscious on the lounge.
Harry left Hermione in the kitchen as he entered the secret chamber under the stairs to retrieve a still stunned Fenrir Greyback. Hermione lay on the countertop in the centre of the kitchen unable to move. Her breath was staggered and strained as she choked on her tears. Living without Draco seemed too much to bare and Hermione began to plan her own death, so as to join her beloved once and for all.
"Hermione!"
She heard the voice in her mind shouting. She had lost her mind, she thought as she turned moaning.
"Hermione I'm here!" The voice said.
"Leave me alone you bully! Can't you see this is hard enough without the added torment!" She seethed to her mind.
"Hermione where are you!" The voice shouted, getting louder.
"What do you want from me!" She screamed jumping off the counter. "What do you want!" Her tears fell heavily as she fell to the foot of the counter burying her head in her hands.
"Hermione I want you…" The voice said sounded eerily close. Hermione thought it sounded so close that she may as well have been standing two metres away from the voice.
"You can't have me." She sobbed.
"Why not?" The voice said taking a step closer to Hermione.
"Because I belong to Draco. My heart, and soul, and mind belongs to Draco." She said softly crying.
"Well that makes no sense at all…" The voice said.
Hermione swore she felt the voice lean in close as it said this.
"And why not."
"Well…because I am Draco."
Hermione felt her heart stop as she felt his hot breath against her ear.
"Hermione look up already you crazy little bunny."
Hermione lifted her head to see a pale Draco crouched next to her holding with up with the counter. He looked like death warmed up yet he still managed a smile.
"Oh you prat Malfoy!" Hermione cried before she leaned over and took Malfoy in her arms. Draco was exhausted. He still felt dead yet Hermione's cherry lips had revived him, and due to the fact he had to drag himself all the way up the garden path to the kitchen Draco thought he may never walk again.
Harry heard Hermione in the kitchen talking to herself again when he arrived back after dropping Greyback off at the Ministry and Narcissa at St Mungo's. He felt so sorry for his friend. He made his way to the kitchen and was taken aback when he found Hermione sleeping in Draco's arms as he stroked her hair.
"Holy shit what the hell Draco!" Harry yelled.
Hermione shot up out of Draco's lap.
"What's wrong what's happening! She shouted.
"Hermione do you not find it odd that when I left you in the kitchen an hour ago Malfoy was lying dead on the front lawn!"
Hermione grinned.
"I wasn't imagining it Harry."
"Imagining what!?"
"Draco. He was talking to me! He most certainly was dead, but at the back of his subconscious a tiny part of him had lived to bring him back to me."
Draco's arm tightened around Hermione's waist as she said this.
Harry simply stared on… stunned.
"But… how?" He managed to utter.
"You remember the story Snow White, Potter?" Draco said coolly.
"The what?"
"You know, the muggle fairytale about the prince who brings snow white back to life with his kiss…" Hermione said.
"Yes I know the story but I don't know how that has anything to..." Harry stopped in his tracks as it all came together in his head.
Draco smiled as he watched Harry process he truth in his mind.
"It wasn't just a fairytale Harry, it was based on a witch and a wizard just like me and Draco." Hermione said excitedly, staring into Draco's eyes which were once again their usual silvery-grey.
"Blimey…" Harry said.
A/N: haha awwww. hooraahhh.
Who guessed it was the fairy tale he read in the hospital????