Dracotok Story

-28-

"Someone needs to take me to the hospital. The muggle hospital." you say.

"Don't look at me," Ron says with a mouthful of food. "You know I can't drive. We'd both end up in hospitals ourselves."

You run downstairs, to see half the people in the living room, and half the people in the kitchen. Looks of surprise and condolence are on their faces when they see you. "Draco's at that muggle hospital," you announce. "Someone has to take me."

"I can take you," George says, standing up from his seat in the kitchen.

"No, let me," Fred chimes in, standing up next to his brother.

You haven't talked to Fred since the incident. Ron was telling you about how Fred's beating himself up about this, and you feel terrible. You were surprised to hear him volunteer to drive you, but it might be good to talk to him about what happened.

"Then let's go," you say.

The car ride to the hospital he's at is 20 minutes away, so hopefully the car conversation won't be awkward.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I feel like a terrible person."

"Don't be hard on yourself. I asked for the potion, knowing the side affects, and I should have expected that something like this would happen. I don't remember anything after we took the vials. I remember we were dancing, then I woke up next to you. I remember kissing Draco... but I guess it wasn't Draco."

He stays silent for a while but then says "If it makes you feel any better, George and I aren't going to put that one in the shop. It was an easy decision, really. It was quite irresponsible of us to think that it was a good idea."

"Yeah, so this doesn't happen to anyone else."

You're looking out the window, but you can sense his head turn to you then look back at the road ahead. You know he wants to say something, but he doesn't want to say it.

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. There was tension of the unknown, and you didn't want to bring up your nonstop worrying about your boyfriend... ex boyfriend.

Is there a possibility he's dead? No. He's not dead. He's ok. He's awake. He's waiting for me to come and I'll be able to explain everything to him. I'll tell him how much I love him, and how he's the only man I will ever love. He's dead. He's gone. No he's not. He's alive. No, he's gone, and the last thing he said to me was 'go away.' He's dead. She said so. She said I should come quick. Come quick because he won't last much longer. He's probably already gone. He's probably up in heaven right now, looking down on me, apologizing for leaving me. Screaming at the angels to send him back. No. There's no way he's dead! He's perfectly fine. No he's not! SHE SAID IT WASN'T LOOKING TOO GOOD FOR HIM! HE'S DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD AND I DIDN'T GET TO SAY GOODBYE!

"-Y/n!"

I jerk my head off of the window when I hear Fred's voice.

"That's about the third time I called your name. Are you alright?"

"...yeah," I say, wiping my tears (which I was unaware of crying) away.

When you arrive at the hospital, Fred agreed to stay in the car while you go inside. You're still friends with Fred. There might still be that awkward tension, but there's nothing you can do about that.

"Hi, I'm here for Draco Malfoy," you say to a lady at the front desk.

She types something on her computer, then says "right this way," proceeding to lead you up an elevator, and down a hallway until you get to the room he's in.

You close your eyes and take a breath before walking into the room.

He's there, laying peacefully in bed with his eyes closed. His right arm is in a sling, and he has a cut going across his left eyebrow, and a cut on the left of his bottom lip and chin. Other than that, he looks okay. He still looks beautiful.

"I'll get a nurse who can tell you better what happened," the woman says, before leaving.

You walk over to the left side of his bed and kneel down next to him. "I'm sorry, Draco. I love you. I love you so much," you say as tears start to come back to your eyes.

He's alive. The machines are beeping, and from your small knowledge of muggle hospitals from watching TV, that's a good sign.

There's a knock on the open door, and a nurse somewhere between 30 and 40 years old walks in. "Hi, I'm Ashley," she says going to shake your hand. "I'm the nurse that's been checking on him since he got here. I can tell you what happened if you'd like."

You nod, and she sits on a stool, clipboard in hand.

"I'm y/n, by the way. His girlf- ex girlfriend," you correct yourself. "It's complicated."

She nods in understanding, then starts to speak. "He got in a car crash."

You feel your heart drop when she says that. You look at him, and bite your lip, trying to hold back tears.

"He's been unconscious for the past couple hours. Other than that, he only has a broken arm from the crash. We're surprised he doesn't have a concussion. He's really lucky to be alive, you know, from a crash that bad. He should be okay, but we'll keep checking on him."

"How did he crash?" You ask.

"He hit a tree. Really hard. Surprisingly, most car crashes like this his age are caused by alcohol or drugs, but he was clean. Most likely distracted... stressed."

Am I the reason this happened? Fuck. It's probably because of me.

"Should I leave you two alone?" She asks.

You simply nod, and she quietly slips out of the room.

"I'm sorry, Draco," you cry. "I'm sorry."