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I am so sorry for the wait. I was working on another story and I just forgot about this chapter. I promise you that these chapters will get much longer. Thank you so much to , AutumnRose12452, gurman, and Dizioli for being the first to follow and favorite this story. This is the first story I have written and I am really grateful for your support. You guys are awesome!-Haunting Music
A blinding headache woke war hero, Hermione Granger. She cursed the morning as she sat in front of the coffee maker, watching the liquid prize drip down. The frustration and anxiety Hermione was dreading so much could be rivaled only by her OWL's. Her first appointment of the day was with him! And the one after her lunch break and right before she left. Hermione used to like Mondays, but three hours with Draco Malfoy caused her to curse the day. As she shuffled around looking for something professional to wear, Hermione thought back on their first session.
It had been two weeks after his accident. She had gone in that day sporting a yellow blouse and an annoyingly cheerful attitude. He immediately ticked her off by arriving before her. And she was a half hour early! The next annoying thing he did was fiddle with his tie and his silky blonde hair. They had only been together thirty seconds and Hermione was already ready to throw something.
"Interesting," he drawled. "You don't look as prepared as I thought you would be. Naturally I assumed this therapy thing was your idea." Hermione felt blood rush to her cheeks. This man knew exactly how to get under her skin. Malfoy smirked when he saw her face. He knew that she knew that his smirk drove her insane. And unfortunately he seemed to take pleasure in it. Sighing, she lead him into her office.
Needless to say the day was a fiasco. Hermione came out looking undignified and Malfoy with a red handprint on his face.
"Alright Malfoy! I get it you think you don't need therapy!" Hermione's headache was back. "But St. Mungo's said you needed it. And I follow hospital orders. So just get over yourself and tell me what happened!" Hermione hated how her voice got shrill whenever she was mad. It hurt even her ears.
"Damn it Granger! Have you ever just stopped to think that just because I hate you doesn't mean I wouldn't do this? Even think that I follow orders too? And if you bring up the Dark Lord I swear I will kill you!" Malfoy's glare grew very intense as he vented. Hermione suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"Good. You finally admitted some of your feelings. You're getting the hang of this therapy thing" Malfoy's withering glare gave Hermione a small sense of satisfaction. "Now, who's order's are you under?"
"My boss. My work in the Department is classified and you don't have clearance to know" Malfoy's tone became bitter. He obviously didn't like being sworn to secrecy. "Unlike you, I actually care about my well being. I've been doing research. That's all you need to know." He stalked out of her office.
Hermione slammed her head on her desk. She had just hopped for some answers. A couple of weeks ago Malfoy had asked her why she didn't switch him over to a different therapist. She had just scoffed and insulted him but inside she was confused. Now she knew why. Hermione needed closure. She needed to figure out the mystery that was Draco Malfoy.
The books at Malfoy Manor always reminded him of Hermione. He supposed it was because of her "bookwormishness" and because she seemed to live in the Hogwart's library. In reality the library at Malfoy Manor was one of the top sources of text in England. A fact that he shared with Granger on a daily basis. He did love to annoy her. It made her face go red and her little hands curl into deadly fists. In all honesty, it made her look like the Weasel. Something else he thought he should share with her.
Draco had been tearing through books for weeks, looking for information about his condition. The Healers at St. Mungo's had already told him the inevitable. That's why he was sent to counseling. They thought him incapable of accepting death. They were right. However, Draco only knew that he wanted to arm himself with as much knowledge about his affliction as possible before the end came.
His condition that is what he called it. He had no idea why it even happened. He knew that his work was important. He knew that he had been touched with the most powerful force in the universe and lived. He knew he was strong but he knew he was dying because of it. He didn't know what it was. He didn't know anything.
Draco gathered all the relevant books and apparated them with him.
Sorry this chapter is short. Chapter 3 will be the turning point. Definitely some Dramione action next chapter. I can only see this story being about 4 or 5 chapters long. This is really just warm up for my other, much longer fic. Please review!