Strange Connection (A Ron Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 23 - Visitor

BROOKE'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes. My whole body ached, and I was starving. I looked around, because I didn't know where I was or how long I was here.
I sat up very slowly, and all of the blood rushed to my head, so I laid back down quickly.
After about two minutes of staring at the ceiling, I sat up again. I looked to my bedside table to see a bouquet of flowers, which were browning and a few were already dead. There was also a box of choclates, which I snatched and scarffed down, two at a time.
My stomach let out a loud roar to tell me I was still hungry. I looked around, and there was no one here.
I dont know why, but I felt a strange pain in my heart, to see nobody...
Just as I said that, the door cracked open.
I don't know why, but I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep. To this day, I don't know why I did that, but I am glad I did, because if I didn't I wouldn't have gotten a true reaction.
Footsteps walked through the door.

When I was little, I used to play hide and seek with my parents all the time. I learned to tell them apart by their foot steps, pitch and how fast or heavy they were.

These footsteps were different.

They weren't Madame Pomfrey's, hers were sharp and hasty, like she was always in a hurry.
They weren't Ron's, as much as I wanted them to be. His were heavier and evenly spaced apart, sometimes broken by the occasional bump with furniture.

This person was stepping very lightly, as if not to make a disturbance. The spacing of the footsteps were uneven, making me think hesitation. The steps were light, which made me think it was a female. I would guess Hermione, but to hesitate like this didn't fit.

The steps reached my bedside. They sat in the chair at my bedside, and just... sat there.
I almost thought about opening my eyes, until he spoke,

"Brooke... I... I have never regretted anything before,"
I knew this voice.
"...I have never wanted to kill. My father, he..." he choked on the words
"...he wanted you out of the picture... he knows what you are, and wants you for himself... but when you were being so... so resistant... it was obvious you would never work with us by choice... he wanted me to kill you, but I don't want to... I... I... Not anymore...... Because..."

Draco stammered. I had stopped breathing at this sudden change of heart. I didn't realize it until he stood up, and his breath got close to me, examining me. I then began breathing again, trying to maintain a slow, sleep-like pace. I heard him audibly let out a sigh of relief.

"I know this is so stupid.... I'm talking to myself..... but it's said that sometimes people in comas will subconsciously hear people in the room? I don't know how true this is, but I want you to know I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...."

I could've swear I heard his voice crack, and a sniffle.
This was not the Draco I knew.
What was with him?
Maybe he had one too many butter beers?

I heard him place something down on my bedside table, and move to leave.

He turned around, and said softly, "If you remember any of this, please come and see me... I want to explain myself better.... I'm sorry..."

And with that, his soft footsteps faded out the door.