Beauty and the Unexpected Beast

Healing and Planning

Malfoy fell to the floor, and I didn't know if he was dead or just passed out. For a moment I hesitated, then turn and start to walk away. I was slow, and when I looked behind me I could still see Malfoy laying there. I didn't want to return to him, I was a prisoner no matter what Cookie said, and sometimes he really did scare me. What if he used an unforgivable on me again? What then?

He still had not moved and I could not tell if he was breathing. I began to worry when I couldn't see his back moving from breathing anymore. Blame it on caring for every creature on the earth. Even the beast Malfoy.

Rushing back to him I turn him on his back. I move his head so that it was in my lap and I cradle his head to keep check for breathing. His eyes were still closed, but I could hear his slow breathing now that he was so close to me. Really close to me actually.

For a moment I felt like I should be jumping up and getting as far away from my childhood nemesis as I could, but for some reason I stayed looking down at Malfoy. For the first time he seemed peaceful, no scowl on his face but instead his lips were turned upwards slightly, like he was smiling. Without thinking about it, I lift my hand from the ground and brush his hair out of his face. Having never given him a second glance, I hadn't noticed he had stopped sticking it back like he did when he was younger. It made him look more mature and not as much as an annoying little brat. He really was handsome, when he wasn't yelling or tormenting first years at school.

I move out from under him, then try to pick him up. I felt all of his muscles as I do it, and I try not to think about how many there were. He is a lot heavier than I expect and as I walk as quick as I can towards the Manor, I take many breaks. We reach the gates, and they open when I put Malfoy's hand up to the bar.

Walking into the Manor I place Malfoy onto a couch in the closest living room. He still hadn't woken up and I was beginning to get worried. I had tried reviving him, but my magic wouldn't work on him. Cookie had still not returned, and I didn't know when she would. I knew no Dementor had gotten close enough to give him a Kiss, but I couldn't figure out why he hadn't awoken yet.

Again, I debated leaving the Manor and trying to find a way out or contact someone in the Order. Malfoy had saved my life though and I needed to make sure that in the process it didn't cost him his.

I summon a couple pieces of chocolates for me to nibble on and for Malfoy when he woke up. The sun begins to set before too long, but still Malfoy had not opened his eyes. I felt terrible, trying to think of a way to awake him using muggle things, but anything here that was unmagical was useless.

I didn't want to leave Malfoy here alone but there was only on long couch in this room. I position myself on the floor, my head laying on the couch near Malfoy's. For a while, I lay they're whispering to Malfoy, wishing he would wake up.

"Malfoy... Malfoy...please wake up, please?" I whispered, but nothing happened. "Draco come on, you can't just stay passed out. Please I'm so worried."

I fall asleep, sometime around midnight, Cookie still not home, and Draco still unconscious.

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Draco

Was that right? Did I hear someone call for me? My parents weren't suppose to return for a while. Where was I anyway?

I slowly open my eyes. The room I was in was dark, but I could see glowing embers in the fireplace, so the fire hadn't been out for long. Next to me, or rather a few inches in front of my face, lay a sleeping Granger, whispering my name in her sleep.

That can't be right.

Something must have happened, but I couldn't remember what. It was cold, but it was already spring, we didn't get cold wether anymore. Had we been outside? Doing what? Why was I outside with Granger? Oh.