Save Me

Lost again

She forced him to eat the soup. It was delicious actually. Hermione started eating her soup, while Draco stared at the roof. She studied him with her eyes like she wanted to memorize him completely. Once she was done, he looked at her. She wasn't looking at him anymore. He was better.

"How are you?"

"Better," He sighed "I can stand up, I think."

She helped him get up. He could stand up without feeling pain in his chest, or not having much of it. "Do you want to have a walk, outside?" Hermione asked. "Snape ordered us not to go out without his permission. We can't." Draco answered. Hermione forgot about the rules. It was odd. She never forgot that sort of important thing.

"Yes, Yes. Sorry. I forgot." She explained herself. He smirked at her which made her cheeks blush. "What do you think about making a cake or something? I think that would be nice." She said so quietly, which even though Draco stood there, he heard her hardly. Draco changed his smirk to a smile and nodded.

She helped him gain his balance on the stairs. When they were in the kitchen, Hermione took the ingredients and placed them on the desk. The last time she made a cake, Luna helped her. She missed the blonde, optimist girl. Draco washed his hand and asked her about the recipe. She told him to sit and wait until she gets ready. She washed her hands and worked on the ingredients. She mixed sugar and milk, while Draco stared at her. Her shirt was clinging to her body and showed her well-shaped body.

She understood his stare and turned back, but he soon looked away from her. She rolled her eyes and gave him the dish so he could help her mix milk, sugar, egg, and other ingredients. He mixed the very well, while she worked on the oven.

Once he was done, she did put it in the oven and set a timer. Draco still looked at her body. She sat next to him, looking straight into his eyes. He wasn't looking at her anymore. "What do we do?" Draco asked.

"I don't know. Do you want to rest two hours?"

"Do I look tired?" Draco mumbled.

While she was cooking and he was staring, a letter arrived with an owl to the window. Draco stood up hardly to check it. It was a protected letter from Snape. He opened it and read it aloud

"He found out about the fact that HG was with me all this time. He will kill me tonight. NM will come to you. Don't worry. S.S"

The plate slipped to the ground from Hermione's hand. Draco re-read in twice, but that was it. Snape would die. "Should we run away?"

"How did they understand?" Hermione asked him, sobbing and slipping to the ground. Her heart was so heavy in her chest. She couldn't hear the voices in her head anymore. Draco felt so weak when he saw the girl like that. She was so bright and powerful, so seeing her like this would make anyone feel bad.

She was on the kitchen's floor, almost choking from her own tears. He walked to her and took one of her wrists to look at her face. She was broken. He wiped her tears from her face with his thumb's fingertip. "You are strong, Granger. Don't lose yourself." He told her, trying to act like a man. "I am lost." She led out finally. He still held her wrist between his long fingers. She lost a lot but it never hurt her this way. She didn't have the time to apologize for shouting at him earlier that day.

Draco remembered how hard his hand was pressing her wrist, and opened his fingers. "My mom is coming, as he said. We should go to our room." Draco said softly.

"Why?" Hermione couldn't even think. She didn't have the potential. "Just in case the Dark Lord won't find us." He answered patiently. The door clicked and Narcissa stepped in the main haul. Before showing herself. They found out about someone stepping into the house. Draco covered Hermione's mouth to make her not make noise as much as possible.

"It's me," Narcissa shouted. Draco jamp and ran to his mother. "Mom!" He was just like a six years old kid. Narcissa hugged his son and kissed his cheek gently. "I missed you mom!" Draco cried. Narcissa kissed her son's cheek again. "Where is the girl?" she asked him. He pointed at the kitchen, and Hermione came out of the kitchen. She was on fire, seeing Malfoy in his mother's arms.