Habits of my heart - A Dramione story

Panic attack

The dorm smelled horrible and it was such a mess. Luckily she knew what was Draco's bed. Yes, she knew she was snooking around, but she didn't completley trust him.
"Okay, so he did probably tell some kind of truth" she whispere to herself and started looking.
"It had to be more to the story" she continued.

Draco felt his heart pumping faster and faster, he felt the pain in his stomach, he saw his arms shaking. This panic. It was horrible.
"Bloody hell." He mummured.
"I can't. He's going to kill me. I can't do it. I can't do it to myself, my parents or Hermione. Someone's ending up getting hurt. Rather me than them. " he thought and whispered at the same time.
He seached his pockets for anything to put in the cabinet. He found some chocolate wrapping and put it in. His hands was still shaking. He closed it and tried to breathe. It felt like his heart was going to explode, any second now. He opened the cabinet at saw that there was no wrapping. It worked. The bloody cabinet worked. He had done it.
He sat down and started to shake even more.

Hermione was still searching but couldn't find anything.
"Damn it."
She heard the sound of someone walking up and hid the first place she saw---under Draco's bed.
"I never see him around anymore, Goyle." A dark voice said. She guessed it was Crabbe since she knew how Blaise's voice sounded like.
"Crabbe, you know he has a assignment to do."
"No, I don't. You don't tell me stuff like this. You never tell me anything." He yelled and Hermione heard that the door opened and that it slammed right after.
"What's going on with him?"
It was Blaise.
"Uhm, he hasn't eaten much today." Goyle stuttered.
"I just saw him eating three plates of lunch." Blaise said.
"Well, uhm, I'm leaving for class."
"Shoot, it's soon class." Hermione said quietly.
"Did you hear anything?" Blaise asked Goyle.
"No, bye." He answered and sounded nervous.
Hermione again heard the door opened and slam right after. She assumed they both went out. She slowly moved on the floor and stood up when she realised there was someone there.

Draco was still sitting on the floor and he was shaking more. The tears started to come and he couldn't hold it back anymore.
"I need Hermione."
He couldn't stand up. He had trouble talking. Shaking. Shaking. Tears. Panic. Heart pumping.
It went black.

The next thing he remembers was that someone came running in and tried to talk to him.

"Granger? What are you doing here?" Blaise asked.
"Woops, wrong room." She looked down.
"You mean wrong room, wrong gender and wrong house."
"Yes." She was ashamed, what would he think? That she was addicted to Draco and could not get enough of him so she had to steal some of his things, because that's not true.
"I'm asking you again, what are you doing here?"
"I was talking to Draco."
"Under his bed?"
Blaise sat down on his knees and looked under Draco's bed.
"There's no Draco there."
"No, I talked to him down in the commonroom."
"How did you end up under his bed then?" He said and smirked.
"I was searching for clues." She looked up at his brown eyes.
"Clues?"
"Yes, he's been acting weird latley."
"I'll admit I agree on that."
"Nothing more, just clues."
"Just clues?"
She nodded.
"Okay, I'll let this pass and it will be between us. You don't want Pansy and everyone else thinking you were in her because you're addicted to Draco."
"I'm not addicted to Dra---" she said but got cut off by Blaise.
"I know."
"Thank you for keeping this between us."
"Only this time, next time I catch you."
"There's no next time."
She was about to leave when she turned around and faced him again.
"You're not so bad for being a Slytherin."
"You're not so bad consider the fact you being a Gryffindor."
They both giggled and she left.

"Hermione?" Draco muttered halfway unconscious.
He started to move.

Halfway though class with Professor Flitwick, Hermione was told to come out in the hallway.

"What's going on, Professor?"
"I'm afraid Mr.Malfoy is in the hospital wing." Professor Mcgonagall said.
"What happened?" Hermione asked nervous.
"Follow me, Ms.Granger."
They walked fast in silence.