A/N : 'Demons' - Jasmine Thompson Cover

"She's got a heavy heart, a messy soul and a reckless mind. And I love the way she carries herself."

Hermione and Draco laid in silence, staring at one another for moments more.

Hermione watched for any sign of remorse in Draco's eyes, but only saw grey clouds.

Draco held onto his phial necklace. Madam Pomfrey made him take it off once she began working on him earlier that day.

He wanted to put in back on, but knew Hermione might begin to ask questions he particularly didn't want to answer.

Draco stared back at her, taking in the swirl of toffee in her own eyes. He studied her face, and noticed the way her bottom lip was puckered in the middle, and they were a pretty shade of pink.

Hermione saw that Draco looked thinner than usual. His cheeks were sunken in, and the skin that surrounded his eyes were darkened purple.

He barely had any color upon his face.

The only light in the room was of the moon.

Draco watched how it broke through Hermione's hair. She was so beautiful.

Hermione noticed how the moon made Draco's hair shimmer a particular silver. He was so...handsome.

No words were spoken between the two.

The only sound was the clinking of potion phials being filled into a nearby cabinet.

The sound of Madam Pomfrey walking over to the pair made them shut their eyes, as if they were sleeping.

While Draco was "sleeping" Pomfrey woke him and began to change the bandages on his chest. Hermione peeked from under lids, and cringed at the gashes. She couldn't believe her best friend did this to someone.

Draco began screaming, which caused Hermione to sit up abruptly. Madam Pomfrey was dripping Dittany on the wounds. Hermione's first response was to run to his side.

She grabbed one of his hands, and he squeezed hard. His teeth were gritting together, but he looked up at Hermione, and she was nodding telling him that he was okay and that he needed to breathe.

He let out another scream. Hermione, now sitting on the side of his bed, was running her fingers over his forehead, "Shh. It's okay, Draco."

Draco was sweating, and tears were pooling in his eyes, but he couldn't take them away from hers.

Madam Pomfrey set the phial aside, and began bandaging him once more.

"Here." she said. Draco sat up slowly, and swallowed the sleeping draught Madam Pomfrey held out to him.

"Miss Granger." Hermione was staring down at Draco, still running her fingers over his forehead. "Miss Granger, are you well enough to go back to your room?"

Hermione slowly shook her head, and continued to hold Draco's hand.

Madam Pomfrey would usually say "keep your hands to yourself" but she saw a different light at this time, and turned away.

Draco's eyes were growing heavy, as he looked up at Hermione. "Thank you." he whispered.

Hermione managed a small smile, and her heartbeat began to slow back to normal, "Just feel better."

His grip loosened from her hand, and he was fast asleep.

Hermione moved back to her cot, and faced Draco. "There is so much more to you, than you know." she said quietly, "So much more."

The next morning Draco slowly opened his eyes to see a pair of blue ones staring back at him, only inches away from his face.

"Mornin' sunshine! Got you some hot chocolate, and a bit of breakfast!" Theo said proudly.

Draco tried to peak around him, Theo looked over his shoulder and answered his silenced question. "She's already left."

Nodding his head, he put all his weight on his hands to help himself sit up. He took the hot cocoa from Theo and took a sip, allowing the chocolate to burn his throat.

Theo watched his friend.

"You're awfully chipper this morning." Draco said finally.

Theo grinned, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah well, my best mate was almost killed yesterday, I thought it'd be best to stay on the positive side of things. But I need to know what you did."

Draco sighed, "Well. As you know I was...marked."

Theo's eyes moved to Draco's left bare arm. "I take it, you glamored it before you came here?"

Draco scoffed, "Hardly. Snape did it. I was in no condition to walk, let alone charm my arm."

Theo nodded, "Okay, and what is it that Potter accused you of."

"I..." Draco leaned his head back to his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

"Well how much time do you have?"

Theo chuckled, "All the time in the world, mate. McGonagall allowed me to take the day from classes. I think she's got a soft spot for me."

"You think everyone has a soft spot for you."

Draco began to explain to his friend about the duties he had to fulfill, and why he had to.

He told him how the bottle of mead ended up with Slughorn, and how it was to be given to Dumbledore as a gift, and about the cursed necklace plan, and how it had failed because the future he and him had shown up.

He went into detail about the Room of Requirement and the Vanishing Cabinet, and how he has to let the other Death Eaters in.

Theo listened carefully to every detail.

There were many gasps, and sighs, but he understood the predicament his friend was in due to his own father being a Death Eater.

Fortunately for him, his father hadn't forced him to become one...yet. However he never failed at reminding him he needed to figure out where his loyalties lie.

Theo didn't blame Draco for the damage that had been done, and what was yet to come. Though, he was disappointed that Draco couldn't get out of the situation, he knew it was all Lucius' fault. He was especially disappointed that Draco hadn't come to him sooner, and that it took a near death experience for him to come clean.

When Draco was finally done telling Theodore everything, Theo dropped his head.

"So, what can I do to help?" he questioned determinedly.

Draco sighed, "Nothing. I don't want you in this risky business. It's too dangerous."

"Mate, it's dangerous for you as well."

"I didn't have a choice. I don't have a choice. I have to do this. And even if I wanted to be on the side of good versus evil. I can't. You know what the future two said. I have to fight on the this side."

"Damn. What does your mother say?"

"Oh you know Narcissa Malfoy. She agrees with anything that her dearest husband says. However, she's not particularly happy that I've been put into this position. That is where Snape comes in."

"So he's basically like a godfather. Looking out for you."

"Yes. Not by choice. Everything is so fucked up."

Theo shook his head.

"I don't want to do this, Theo."

"I know you don't." "But I'm here. I'll help in whatever way that I can. I won't let you do this alone."

"I wish you would." Draco grieved.

"Yeah, you don't have a choice in the matter. Heh, isn't that a coinkidink?"

Theo grinned, "So how'd your night go with Granger?"

"It was...different. We didn't talk...much."

"You did talk though?"

"It wasn't that we talked. We kind of just stared into each other's eyes. It was sort of surreal really."

"Gods. Future you, er, us didn't think this through at all. You can't fight bloody fate."

"I didn't ask her to come to the hospital wing and be ill. Honestly I don't think she was even sick."

"She probably wasn't. She heard what happened and she rushed to be by your side. Merlin, every other conversation I have with her is about you."

"Oh, when you're not snogging her right?" Draco teased.

"Ha ha, very funny. I've told you this all before mate."

"Well, all that matters is that she believes I didn't do anything wrong...and she doesn't think that I am a Death Eater. Best if she remains clueless."

"It'll be alright."

"Mr. Malfoy. How're you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey approached the men.

"I'm alright. A bit exhausted."

"That's because you have lost so much blood, but the blood replenishing potion should do the trick. Hopefully we can get you out of here by morning."

Draco nodded and Theo turned back to him, running his fingers through his hair.

"So, d'ya want me to read you a story or something?"

Draco rolled his eyes and scowled.