Misplaced (slow updates)

-11-

Neville and I agreed to skip classes the next day, Ron and Hermione covering for us, they wanted to be here but all four of us missing from class would cause suspicion.

Neville told me what to expect, the first dose would take the longest, 9 hours, but the second dose would be worse, the first does Mia would be still, like she was sleeping, but the second dose. That is when the sedatives would wear off, she would still be asleep because of the cure, but she'd act like she was awake, insanity trembling off her body while she didn't process any of it. Neville warned me that when we started the process we couldn't stop, or she wouldn't make it, he also told me that when the second dose took affect; I would have wished I never did this, she would be like that for 6 hours. And the third dose, would take 5 hours, she would be cold to touch, deathly pale, mumbling, shaking, in a way it was worse than the second dose, because it would be the final dose. But I just preyed she would come out of this on the breathing side.

-12:06am-

-first dose administered-

She stayed the same, still as though she was sleeping, breathing heavily.

Neville and I took shifts watching her, or we decided to but neither of us could sleep, the worry consuming our beings.

"How do you know she'll make it?" Neville asks me, our voices quiet, matching the aura in the room. Still.

I opened my mouth to speak, breathing for a second before I do, "I don't" we both stare at the girl, expecting her to wake up this moment.

-01:12am-

Neville fell asleep, I continued to stare at Mia, her usual dark curls, dull and straight, her olive skin paler than clouds, I held her hand, feeling her heart beating harshly, her skin burning to touch. I didn't let go, even if it hurt to not feel her squeeze my hand back, I had to hold her somehow.

I missed her, I haven't admitted to myself how much I actually longed for her company, to hug her, to talk to her. I guess this is a way of life telling me to appreciate what I had, who I had.

-05:40am-

I fell asleep, somewhere around 2-3, luckily Neville woke up a little after I had fallen asleep, taking watch of her.

3 hours, 25 minutes and 24 seconds until the second dose.

I don't think I realised what I was doing when I was searching for the cure, I don't think I realised the possible effects it could have on her, death was the obvious one, but were there any other effects?

"Neville?" I gained his attention.

He adjusted his position, "Oh, good you're awake," he smiled at me.

I smiled back, letting the action fall as I started speaking, "is death the only effect? Like if thi- when! When this works, will she remember anything from the cure? Like pain?" I didn't look at Mia while asking these questions, worried I'd tear up at the sight of her.

Neville did the opposite, looking over her sleeping form, "I don't know, the few people who did survive the cure, they didn't report any side effects, but that's not to say there will be none."

"Thank you, Neville" I was grateful, without him she would most certainly die, "although, Hermione is still upset she didn't figure out the right recipe" we laughed.

-Draco-

-05:42am-

Potter and Longbottom, what were these two prats doing in the hospital wing?