F O R B I D D E N L O V E - Draco Malfoy x Daisy Diggory

foreverandalways

pov of daisy diggory

I woke up to my father's broken smile gazing at me, as well as the Hogwarts nurse, and a few other medics that I had never seen before. I was inside the Hogwarts hospital wing, all tucked into bed.

"Hi, Father," I whispered, barely awake. "Am I going to be alright?"

My father was teary-eyed as soon as I began to speak. His right hand reached out to stroke my head. "Yes darling. You'll be just fine."

He leans in and places a soft, shaky kiss on my forehead. "I thought I'd lost you too," he whispered.

He leans back and gazes at me more, inspecting every part of my face.

I tried not to think about Cedric, but I knew that all I needed right now was to see him.

A lump in my throat grew, and I couldn't hold it back. I cried once more, but not as much as when I returned to the ground from falling- whenever that was. This cry was different, however. It was refreshing.

Father needed this too I suppose. He cried more than I did.

"Father?" I asked, after a long moment of silent sniffles and hiccups.

"Yes?"

"Who saved me?"

He let out a soft chuckle.

"What?"

"I want them to have the honors to tell you of their actions." My father stood and walked over to a nurse like nothing had just happened. How strange.

I laid in the hospital wing for hours with no company. I wasn't sure what time of day it was until the sun was beginning to set and the room grew colder and darker. Throughout the day, tears often flowed, and my father stayed by my side the entire time.

It wasn't until late at night, mid hourly breakdown that I received a visitor.

To my surprise, Draco Lucius Malfoy stood at the end of my bed frame while I wiped my tears to try and see his face clearly.

"Why are you here," I pout. "Last I checked you want nothing to do with me." Draco silently stared at me. He took a step forward. Then another. Then another. I held my hand up, "Too close," I said. So he stopped.

"Can I explain myself?" he asks. Initially, I wanted to just say no, but instead I decided that not replying at all would be better. Draco continued to explain anyways.

"You know the letter I wrote you?" he asked sternly.

I was stunned by the tone in his voice, but I responded, "Yes I know the bloody letter, Draco." Frustration clearly grew on his face, which for some reason made me want to laugh, but he quickly controlled his anger.

"It wasn't my choice," he says, softer than before. My muscles eased, and I gestured to the bed for him to sit. He was telling the truth.

Draco gently sat down onto the hospital bed, but his head hung low. He was clearly disappointed in himself.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I truly wanted to know. I've wanted to know for months now. I wish he could've told me sooner than later. I'm sure he felt like he had too since my condition probably isn't the best.