Personal Thoughts.

Supernatural Graces

Madam Pomfrey shooed the students who were crowded around the pale boy and shoved them out the door before clutching her skirt in her hand and racing toward the bed he was waiting to be cleared off. The short and stout woman shoved everything onto the floor and the boy set the shaking girl on the bed. She was pale and shivering. Tears streaked her cheeks. He knew what was wrong with her the only one who knew that she didn't eat and that she was sick. He clutched to her hand and her brown eyes watched him. "Oh dear." Was all the woman said as she ran around grabbing bottles of medicine. All that Draco knew was that Hermione's headaches were getting worse and she was having trouble standing without leaning against a wall and bracing herself every few feet. Draco had never been a religious person but now felt like the best moment to be better, especially when you were looking down on the one you would give your life for dying in your arms. The nurse came around and poured a potion down Hermiones throat. Hermione coughed but she soon relaxed and seemed peaceful.

She hadn't yelled at him in months it had seemed she'd been too tired too scatter brained. No one had noticed the changes except him. She had been so good at hiding it behind the know it all façade. The girl wasn't stupid she knew what being the way she was would do to her and she had accepted the devils hand greedily kissing it with such a force that now she could disentigrate her right now in front of him. Her bony hand was holding as tight as it could to his. Which wasn't very tight at all; she was weak.

Ever since Ron and Harry left her standing alone at the doors to the Great Hall she hadn't been the same girl. She had been different and changed in such a way they would never know for they weren't here. They had always brushed her problems aside focusing on themselves. He caught her attention one day and he had been her shoulder to cry on ever since. He didn't even know she had a problem until she fainted at his feet a couple of weeks ago and he thought she was eating. He thought she was getting better but she wasn't. It was worse and she was dying.

Draco fell to his knees at her bed side. Madam Pomfrey laid a hand on his shoulder and he knew there was nothing that he could do. This was all. He had every right to shout and scream and bang the walls cursing the God who took all the people he loved away but he didn't. He bowed his head and thanked Him for giving him at least one more day. No matter how much he had prayed and cried and begged she was still quiet and stiff. Her shaking had stopped and hopefully her headaches and pain was gone. Everyone told him it was no use but it was he had asked everytime that her pain would go away and it had. That was all that mattered to him and now as the grace passed over his features he begged for it to be ok and that he would heal. He didn't raise his voice he just kept quiet and looked down at her features. Madam Pomfrey was standing on the other side and she glanced over at him with tears in her old woman eyes. "She still has a pulse, Draco, she'll be ok." She told him but he wasn't paying attention as he watched Hermione sleep. He slid next to her on the bed and held her hand as he shifted so that he could look at her. He wept as he muttered a thank you under his breath. They all said it was no use in praying and begging in crying. That he was a wimp but he had one more day and that's all that mattered.

Hey guys, so yeah this one is kind of sad, but I wanted to show a more caring and religious side of Draco. He's always so dark and dismal I wanted to have some hope at least a little bit. So anyways check back at the last chapter and comment which one you would like better:0 still don't own any of this except the plot. Dracos a bit out of character but ah well. Much love, rayn. (p.s. I based this off the song supernatural – flyleaf. If you listen to it or at least look at the lyrics you can see the plot line.)