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72. Rebellion
A moaned "Pansy" caused Theo's eyes to snap open. Even in the darkness of the early morning, he could still Hermione clearly in the shadows. However, this time, she no longer lay still upon her bed but was starting to thrash about.
He bolted from his own bed, hoping to calm her so she would go back to sleep without damaging the bandages that were still helping heal her damaged chest. Leaning over her, he whispered as comforting as possibly, "Pansy's okay. Everything is okay."
But she still thrashed, fighting the images in her head. Theo went to caress her hoping that a comforting touch would help calm her while he continued to tell her that everything was all right. However the moment he touched her, she lashed out and somehow managed to send him flying away from the bed. Resulting him tumbling over backwards the nearby bed before landing on the floor.
He shook off the haze that suddenly overwhelmed him. Getting to his feet, he hurried back over to the bed where she was really starting to thrash. He tentatively touched her face again. This time, nothing happened as she continued to moan and thrash.
"Please Hermione," he softly begged. "Everything is okay. Please Hermione."
Growing braver he started to run his fingers through her curls as he caressed her face trying to calm her, "Hermione, please."
She started to fight him again, trying to get away from him.
"Hermione," he pleaded. "Please, let me take care of you."
Hermione stilled momentarily before starting again. He tried again, "Hermione, let me take care of you. Please. I need you to wake up. Please Hermione. I need you to wake up so I can take care of you."
Theo watched as her body stilled again, he caressed her face and confessed, "Merlin Hermione, I love you. I want you to come back to me. Let me take care of you. Please Hermione."
He didn't know what he expected. He knew it was foolish to think that maybe his declaration would reach her and bring her back to him. Hell, it was bloody stupid to think that she would open those big brown eyes that he missed.
Bowing his head, he rested his forehead on hers and whispered, "I just want you back so bad. I miss you. I miss our time together over the break before I had to go and muck it all up. Hermione, please, please just come back to me. Give me the chance to make it right...just give me a chance."
Theo pulled back and seeing the calmness on her face, his heart fell. The same peace that had been on her face since they brought her to the infirmary. She was gone again.
Feeling a tear fall from his eye, he whispered, "Please just give me a chance to tell you how much I love you," before kissing her on her forehead. Sitting back, he wiped away the stray tear with the sleeve on his pajamas. After placing another gentle kiss on her nose, Theo stood up and made his way to his bed.
Curling up underneath the sheets, he turned to face her. His eyes focused on the calming motion of her breathing; the steady breathes in and out -- a natural lullaby -- as his eyes grew heavy. Looking upon her, he made a wish on the stars he remembered in her eyes, that she would come back soon and give him the chance he didn't deserve.
The brightening sun caused Theo to stir while proceeding to inhale hair. Wondering how the...as his mind stopped.
Hair.
Opening his eyes, all he could see was the light brown curls he loved on his pillow. He bit his lip hard just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
He wasn't.
Rolling onto his back, his arm pinned beneath her, he sighed realizing he must have moved over to her bed after falling asleep. He started to chastise himself when he realized that the stain glass with the Hufflepuff symbol wasn't in front of her bed -- it was in front of his.
Rolling back over, he wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and whispered, "I love you."
His eyes wide when he heard her drowsy reply, "I love you too Theo. Now go back to sleep."
He wondered what had killed him overnight because outside of being stuck in Hogwarts, he knew this had to be heaven.