Sorry I have not updated in a while. I will try and update, also I guess I should say Gryffindor Author, since I was resorted but I think I'll say Slytherdor, expresses my character better.
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''They say follow your heart, but what if your heart is blown in to 1 million pieces? Which part do you follow...''
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Belle woke up with a start, she doesn't know where she was. Or at least she didn't know. The Hospital Wing it looked like, it was dark and obviously night time but her eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to make out the pristine white bed and curtains across from her. Through all her thinking she hadn't realised how much pain she was in, it was horrid. She couldn't describe it. Lying back down, with a grimace she turned her head to the side, eyeing the small cabinet next to her it was full of cards, sweets, small gifts and even a little clay figure of a Lion on its hind legs, roaring. Belle cringed when she lifted up her covers, curious about her injuries, she saw almost her whole body wrapped with bandages. Even the arms holding her blanket up were wrapped in a looser plaster.
Belle then looked over at the clock on the wall, 2;34. Ugh. The girl lay there for a minute, even closing her eyes trying to sleep. ''It would be wise of you to get rest.'' Albus Dumbledore stood at the doors to the Hospital Wing.
''HOLY- uh, Professor!'' Belle spluttered, trying to sort herself so she could deem herself presentable. Though this was a very difficult task as she was essentially mummified. ''Oh child, do not pester your limbs as they are recovering! It is a crucial part of healing, rest.'' The old man scolded as he walked over, flipped his robes and took a seat next to her.
''Uh, Professor... What are you doing here at this time?'' Belle grumbled in pain, ''Well, I had a feeling you were awake, and in your current state I felt it was wise to check on you.'' He smiled. ''Even at 2:46?'' she wheezed. He simply nodded and stood up, ''You have been out for a few days now, a 'Coma', that explains all the casts and needles.'' he says as he looks out the window. ''Needles?!-'' Belle starts before being cut off by the man again. ''I see your friends here everyday, they are very concerned Ms Dercall... some even not showing their faces in the light...'' he says dreamily.
Belles thoughts stand still at that. ''What do you mean Professor?'' Belle questions, Dumbledore quickly turns around. ''Well you see Belle, the serpent can be in love with the mouse, but has to eat it anyway...'' he smiles at her bewildered face. ''Chocolate frogs, delicious but sneaky creations.'' he mumbles, lifting the box up and opening it. His glasses balance on his nose and picking up the frog, eating it casually and then looking at the card. ''Oh look its me...'' he said raising his eyebrows and then floated casually out of the Hospital Wing.
Belle lay in bed, frankly frozen and her brain working at 100 mph. In that time Belle feels sleep consume her, as well as the never ending pain.
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Hermione and Ginny walked down the dark halls, ''Hogwarts at night is a bit creepy-'' ''Shh Ginny!'' Hermione interrupted Ginny under the invisibility cloak, they were heading down to see Belle in the Hospital Wing, she would not go with Ron as her heart hurt to look at him. After the Gryffindor game, which they did win even with Belle in a Coma, 'Barbaric' Hermione thought in her head, the Gryffindors celebrated. Hermione, Ginny (and often the Twins and Neville, Luna and Seamus and Dean) ,Harry and Ron stayed in the Wing with Belle but Seamus and Dean came and dragged the two boys off saying that it was better to let Belle rest, but Hermione and Ginny stayed. At one point though, quite ironically, Hermione went back to the common room to get a book and walked in on Ron, the boy she liked, snogging Lavender Brown. Hermione had never felt so angry, sad and frustrated at the same time.
So her very practical approach was to avoid Ron and instead talk only to Harry, The twins, Neville and Luna, Ginny and Belle. Oh Belle, this topped her feelings about Ron and Lavender, it felt like how people described the Cruciartus Curse. Hermione did not even want to think about it.
''Hermione! Look!'' The two girls were almost at the Hospital Wing when they heard a footsteps from behind them, turning her head Hermione saw a hooded, cloaked figure sneaking down the hall, head down and their boots echoing off the large windows and old interior. Hermione looked over at Ginny, eyes wide and lifted her finger to her lips signaling her keep quite.
The cloaked figure passed and walked ahead of the two girls, Ginny grabbed Hermione's wrist before heading off and dragging the bushy haired girl with her. They loosely followed the figure and Hermione watched the figure turn into the Hospital Wing. ''Gin- Gin, its only Belle in there. Everyone else was discharged!'' she whisper shouted, Ginny gripped Hermiones wrist tighter and pulled her faster into he Hospital Wing behind the figure.
Hermiones wrist shook under Ginnys tight grip. They slipped into the doors and saw Belle asleep, but not peaceful her face was contorted in pain, though she still looked beautiful the three thought.
Snap out of it Draco, Merlin just put them down and leave its bad enough your already here! Draco thought, he stood and looked at the poor girl. ''Merlin...'' he muttered, his hands travelling up towards his navy cloaks hood, latching onto the velvet fabric and pulling it down to reveal his hair. He thought he heard a gasp, but ignored it after checking to see if anyone was there.
Draco ran a hand through his hair and walked over to Belles bedside, looking at the old flowers and her quidditch gear, bat and sweater that had been dumped under the bed. He even spotted her signature Leather Jacket ,that seems to be glued to her skin, hanging on the side of the bed frame like a guardian, warding off unwanted visitors. He could still smell her floral perfume and the natural firewhiskey and smoke of her. He sighed.
The Slytherin stood up and took a step or two over to the cabinet lifting the old flowers and replacing them with the new ones, which unknown to him where actually her favourites, Lilies. White Lilies.
You would think that because of Belles rough exterior she wouldn't like such gentle looking flowers, maybe dark and passionate red roses or maybe bright and bold sunflowers but no. A gorgeous and gentle Lily, was all Belle asked for. It reminded her of nature and a sense of calmness and beauty in the world. Not to mention she also loved the name.
The clear vase almost came to life with the fresh flowers, they made the small cabinet a hopeful and happy 'She is getting better!' rather than a dark and sad 'She is nearly dying...'
They brought hope and prosperity to her small little corner of the Hospital Wing, of the School, of the World.
That is what Hermione saw as she saw Draco smile at the girl before pulling the cloak back over himself and striding out, hope and prosperity for Belle. For Draco.
Hermione smiled, she may hate the boy, but she saw the twinkle in his eyes as he saw Belles chest rise and fall. The curve of his lips when he saw her Leather jacket hung up.
It gave her hope in him, and suddenly she didn't mind the boy so much.
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''Surely of all the wonders off the world, the horizon is the greatest...''
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do you darlings fight with your siblings? Cause mine is being unbearable. That's right, I am looking at you.
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CLAIR DE LUNE...
Romance"Always?" "Forever" he answered, his eyes full of love, that love only exposed for her, until his last dying breath... *One shots (a book that turned into more one shots)*
