Hi guys :)
I know that this isn't really good, but thanks to everyone who's bothered reading it - it means a lot to me.

From outside his door, Draco heard crying. Sobs. Desperate crying. Draco was going to turn over and go back to sleep, but then a thought crossed his mind. "What if it's Hermione?"
Draco cursed his feelings for her, and left his room. To his surprise, he saw Pansy sitting on the floor, crying. He sat next to her and looked up, concern in his face.
"What's wrong, Pan?" he asked, touching her shoulder gently.
"I've done a bad thing, Draco." she sobbed. He looked at her sympathetically.
"What?"
"I tortured her. I used the cruciatus curse on her. I didn't mean to, but she was just standing there, looking at me. I had to do something. Please, Draco, don't tell anyone..." she stammered, barely understandable through her sobs.
"Who?" Draco asked.
"Hermione." she sobbed. "Hermione Granger."

Hermione wasn't sure where she was. It was dark, and cold. Her whole body hurt. Her brain hurt. She just wanted someone to hug her. She wanted Draco. She winced, at the thought of him, her body sent an electric shock through her. Not because she loved him, but because Pansy had put a spell on her so that would happen. She had to stop thinking about him.
"Draco, I'm sorry." She thought, as she felt the zap in her body. She figured, as long as she was thinking about Draco -zap- she would die. But she didn't care. She had to be brave.

"Where is she?" Draco said, his voice shaking. He was trying to keep himself composed.
"I don't know." Pansy said, mopping her face. "She ran away, and I couldn't chase her. She could be anywhere..." she lied. Draco put his head in his hands, fighting tears.
"It's fine, Pansy. Just, go to bed. I'll sort this out." he promised her.
"Thank you." she smiled, before getting up and going to bed. Draco waited until her heard her door lock before he burst into tears. He felt the hot tears pouring down his cool face, and his breath came in inconsolable sobs. He could literally feel his heart shredding. Just less than a week ago, Hermione Granger was a loser. She was an insignificant mudblood who wasn't worth his time. And now? Now, she was his life. Draco ran out of the Slytherin common room and stood in the hallway for a second. Where was he to go? He saw the figure of Severus Snape pacing, and he ran towards him, still crying.
"Draco?" Snape said, shocked. "Why are you crying, what's happened?" he asked, somewhat confused as to what to do with the crying boy.
"Please Uncle Severus. Help me. I love her..." he sobbed into his hands.
"Who?"
"Hermione. Pansy used the Cruciatus curse on her...now I can't find her...is she going to be okay? Help me. Please. I don't want anything to happen to her. Please." he begged. Snape looked at him, tears welling up in his eyes. This small scene reminded him of when he had begged Dumbledore to keep Lily and James Potter safe from Voldemort. His heart broke to see his godson in such a place of desperation. Without a word, Snape put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and lead him to Dumbledore's office.

Meanwhile, Hermione was feeling faint. She was thinking about Draco. His eyes, his mouth, his kiss, his soft hugs, his scent, his hair, his arms, his comforting words. Each of these thoughts earned her an electrical zap that coursed through her body. She couldn't move. It hurt to blink. She'd be dead soon.

"So, what you're saying is." said Dumbledore in a calm voice that infuriated Draco. "That you've fallen in love with Miss Granger. And you would like me to save her from her death, because your current girlfriend Pansy has cursed her."
"Yes." breathed Draco. "Please."
"And what." Began Dumbledore, placing his hands lightly on his desk. "Will you do for me in return?"
"Anything." Draco answered, unwaveringly.
Dumbledore smiled and turned to Snape.
"You've raised him well, Severus."
"Thank you." said Snape, emotion breaking his voice.
"Where did Miss Parkinson say that Miss Granger went?"
"I don't know, headmaster. She said she ran away." Draco answered.
"She ran away. After the cruciatus curse? I don't think so. Pansy hid her. Where would she have hidden her?"
A light glimmered in Draco's eyes.
"I think I know." he answered, backing out of the office.
"Bring her here when you find her, Draco." Dumbledore called before sitting at his desk.
"Albus." Snape said briskly. Dumbledore looked up.
"Why are you saving Miss Granger, when you didn't save Lily?" he asked, tears threatening to fall.
"I tried, Severus. In the end, I failed, but I tried everything. I'm sorry." he said, real sympathy in his eyes. Snape nodded sadly and exited the room.

"I'm going to die." Hermione thought to herself, pulling her knees up to her chin.
She faintly heard voices from above her, but she was too weak to do anything about it. She couldn't talk, she was having trouble breathing.
"Hermione!" called a muffled voice from above her. Draco! An electrical zap coursed through her body, causing it to flop around the floor like a fish.
Suddenly, light poured in from above her, hurting her eyes. She could barely make out the shape of Draco Malfoy. Her heart fluttered and the electricity zapped at the same time.
"I'm here baby." he said, tears falling freely down his face. His breath came out in heavy sobs as he lifted her off the floor. The electricity was zapping through her, and she was twitching.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked, removing her from the cellar that was underneath Pansy's wardrobe. He put her lightly on Pansy's bed, and stroked her hair.
"She...everytime I...think of...you...I get...hurt..." she panted, twitching. Draco looked at her, his fists clenched, his heart racing.
"I need to get you to Dumbledore's office. Can you hold on until then?" he asked desperately.
"No." she sighed.
"Don't say that. Don't you dare." he said, tears still falling down his beautiful face.
"Shh. It's okay."
"No. It's not okay. Don't you dare give up."
"But...it hurts..."
"It's hurting me too. I can't stand this. I don't know what to do. I need to get you to Dumbledore. Please Hermione, for me. Please, hold on."
"I..." she began, before her eyes fluttered shut.
"Hermione?" he asked timidly. "Hermione!" "'Mione. Please. Please, wake up. You're beautiful. You're smart, you're funny, you're talented, you're perfect. I love you. I really do. I don't think I can breathe without you anymore. You're everything. I can't describe how much I love you. Please, Granger. Please don't go." He sobbed. Nothing happened. Hermione lay there, as peaceful and quiet as before. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
"It's okay baby. I'll get you to Dumbledore as fast as I can." he whispered to her. Draco, with the unconcious Hermione cradled in his arms ran through the school halls, until he approached Dumbledore's office. Snape was standing outside with a large, yellow robe draped over his arm.
"Put this on her." he instructed. Once it was on, Hermione began to move slightly. Just small things like opening her mouth, breathing, kicking. She was alive.