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A moment of relief swept over Hermione for a reason she couldn't place. She was staring down at the dying body of the boy who had taken her life in both hands and ripped it to shreds. Yet she was so happy he was alive. This house had taken her mind a toyed with it in the brief few minutes she had been there. Confused was on way to describe it.
These thoughts came and went in a moment, and with them went the warmth of Draco's touch. He was cold. Too cold. A troubled thought flew into her head, and she fought to keep it restrained.
" Draco?"
"Yes?" His voice, which had sounded strong in her ears a few moments ago, despite his appearance, now sounded scared and weak.
"How long have you been down here?"
There was a long pause.
"I don't, I don't know." His voice was growing weaker by the second, though why, Hermione was still in the dark about. She had a guess though.
"What was the last thing you remember?" Her voice was more urgent now, needing her answer.
"Err…" Draco was struggling to string two words together now. "Voldermort… Angry…Goblins…Dead" Hermione's eyes widened in shock. Malfoy had been here for seven weeks, hauled up in the dank cave. Her train of thought would have continued but Draco had thought of something else. "My…Mother, hid me here…Voldermort…killed. She…safe?"
Hermione froze. Mother. He must mean Narcissa Malfoy, the closest he could accept to mother. What was she supposed to say? She knew the answer to his question of course. It was on the clipboard. Owner: Deceased.
"She…" This time it was Hermione who was left stuttering. "She… is safe"
Draco smiled, and it almost broke Hermione's heart. False hope. Then, he began to close his eyes, fading into unconsciousness.
"No" Hermione shook him as she watched his eye-lids droop. "You can't go to sleep, Draco. Stay awake. Stay AWAKE!" She didn't know why he had to stay awake, sleep seemed the kinder option, but she felt him fading. "Talk to me. DRACO!"
She grabbed at his shoulders again, but as she did so she thought of something horrific. What if he was dying? Or dead.
She brought her hands to his neck, and then placed her ear on his chest. A weak, stuttering pulse, which was fading just like Draco's voice had, precious seconds ago. She pulled out her wand, and placed it over his heart. The pulse was almost gone now, but she had to choose the right moment.
"Defibrillatous!" Hermione's voice, panicked and hasty, uttered the spell, but it was hardly audible. The lightning that engulfed herself and Draco destroyed any sound anyway. Five seconds later, and the whiteness that had filled the hall for a few moments, had been invaded by the shadows. Hermione placed her ear on Draco's chest. His heart was beating fast and strong. Happiness spread through her and an unexplainable smile eradicated her tired features for a few seconds. Then she felt weariness closing in. The Defibrillator jinx was almost as tiring as the Patronus charm. She had forgotten that. It was all she could do to push her wand back into her pocket before she passed out.