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awakening in silence

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When Draco finally stirred, I felt a wave of relief. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the faintest spark of confusion.

I leaned closer, my lips tingling with the desire to comfort him. But as soon as my fingers grazed his cheek, he let out a weak, almost inaudible scream, shrinking back. His body trembled as he tried to escape, but he was too weak. He collapsed back onto the bed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said softly, my heart pounding. "How do you feel?"
He blinked at me, disoriented. "What are you doing here?" His voice was soft, his French accent surprisingly... Charming."what am I doing here?"
I hesitated, searching for the right words. "We found you and the other Death Eaters unconscious... in some kind of toxic smoke."

His brow furrowed. "Why me?" he whispered.
"You were the only one we knew, and we couldn't let someone we know die like this," I said.
He tried to sit up again, his face tightening with determination, but his body betrayed him. He barely lifted off the bed before falling back, a pained gasp escaping his lips.

"Don't try to get up yet," I urged gently, stepping closer. "You're too weak from the toxic smoke."

Draco muttered something under his breath in French, the words slipping past me. I caught a glimpse of frustration in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, defeated.

I hesitated, unsure if I should leave or stay. "I'll go get Remus," I said softly, more to fill the silence than anything else. Without waiting for a reply, I slipped out of the room.

When I found Remus, I almost stumbled over my words. "He... he woke up."

Remus didn't waste a second, moving past me into the room, his face tense with concern. I followed, but he stopped me at the door, blocking my way. "Give us a moment," he said, his voice calm but firm.

I bit my lip and nodded, stepping back into the hallway. Every part of me wanted to stay, to make sure Draco was okay, but I knew better than to argue with Remus.

After what felt like hours, Remus called for Sirius. I listened from just outside the door as they spoke in hushed tones, their words blending together, only occasionally catching phrases like “French translation” and “weird that he’s struggling with English.”

My heart raced, confusion swirling in my mind. I had never seen Draco have trouble speaking English. What could have changed?

Before I could think on it further, Hermione’s voice cut through the stillness. "Harry, can you help me for a second?"

"In a minute, Mione. I just need to wash my hands," Harry called back, sounding distracted.

The evening stretched on in silence. Though we were all in the same space, the weight of everything unsaid lingered, filling the gaps between us.