Habits of my heart - A Dramione story

Little sleep

Hermione was feeling anxious. Every step she took was like walking in sticky caramel. Every step was slow and heavy. She could her herself breath.

"Professor, please..."
Mcgonagall didn't answer and continued walking. She opened the door to the hospital wing. Most of the beds were empty, except two. The first bed she saw was surrounded by many students. The other one wasn't surrounded by any at all.

"Is someone hurt?" she asked.
"Why else would I bring you here?" Minerva said.
They walked to the bed that wasn't surrounded at all. There was a figure of a pale boy with blond hair.
"Bloody hell, Draco?"
"He hasn't woken up yet." Madame Pomfrey walked close to his bed.
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked. "Did someone hurt him?" She continued.
"We don't know."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We found him outside the hospital wing."

"He doesn't look well."
"Probably because he is not well!"

Hermione didn't answer. She just sat down on the chair beside the bed.
"Is it okay if I close the cabinet?"
"Yes, of course."
So that's what she did.
And she sat there. For hours. She was not going to leave before he was awake. Madame Pomfrey came in sometimes to check on him. Hermione was excused from all her classes that day.

"Hermione, you should get some sleep."
It was Professor Mcgonagall.
"Tomorrow's friday."
"Yeah, I know." Hermione said and yawned.
"You need energy for tomorrow, we have a big announcment." Mcgonagall said and patted Hermione.
"About the ball?"
"Yes--- wait, how did you know about it?"
"I've got my sources."

There was an awkward silence.

"Can I stay here for tonight?"
"I'll talk to Madame Pomfrey."

A few minutes later, Minerva came back to where Draco's bed was located.

"She said it was alright. Find you a bed here and put it besides Dracos, or you can sleep in the chair."
"Okay, thank you. I'll think about which one. I'll stay awake for now."
"Don't stay up to late."
"I won't. Good night, Professor."
"Good night."
Minerva left the hospital wing. Time flew by and it was almost midnight. Her eyes were heavier. Suddenly she heard a noise. Someone came in. It was Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger, are you awake? I need to talk to you."
"Sort of." She yawned.
"Please, join me in my office."
"I don't want to leave him here."
"It won't take long." He said.
Hermione got up and followed him to his office.

Dumbledore sat down in his chair and told Hermione to sit down in the other chair.

"What brings me here in the middle of the night?" She asked.
"The boy must die." He said and looked serious.
"Excuse me, what?"
"Potter."
"What do you mean by; he must die?"
"Potter is a horcrux."
"He's a what?"
"Granger, you're really smart, I thought you would've know what a horcrux is."
"I don't." She said and yawned again.
"It's pretty dark stuff. A Horcrux is a powerful object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality."
"And Harry is one? How?"
"Voldemort had rendered his soul so unstable that it broke apart when he committed those acts of unspeakable evil, the murder of Harry's parents, the attempted killing of a child Harry." Dumbledore answered.
"Harrys got a piece of Voldemort inside of him." Hermione realised.
"Yes, Miss Granger."
They were both quiet.
"That's why I need you to kill me, if Draco won't."
"What?!"
"You need to---"
"I heard what you said, but Draco killing you? Me killing you? No way."
"You have to. If we want to get rid of Voldemort--"
"That's what Draco has been doing all this time?"
"A part of it, I don't the rest yet. Snape is trying to figure it out."
"Professor, I can't kill you."
"It's not a question, it's an order."
"I can't."
"I've noticed you're mad at Draco these days, this will be a perfect opputunity to find out what else he's doing."
"I'm always mad at him, but that doesn't mean that I'll kill you."
"My time to die has comed, Granger. Look at my hands."
Dumbledores hands looked ill, they were half green and were shaking.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"I don't know completely myself yet. You'll have to kill me if Draco doesn't do it."
"Why me? Why not Snape? I guess the Dark Lord has more trusting to him. I don't think he even knows who I am."
"Oh yes he does. You're a friend of Draco."
"Why can't Snape?"
"Because he has another assignment, and aren't even supposed to be at school that day?"
"What day?"
"The day I die."
"But what date?"
"30 June."
"That's in four months, Professor."
"I know. Promise me, you'll do it. I trust you."
"Do I have to make an unbreakable vow?"
"No."
"Fine, I promise to kill you if Draco doesn't. But I'm not comfortable with it."
Dumbledore didn't answer. Hermione knew it was her cue to leave.

She walked back to the hospital wing.
And sat down at the chair again.

"What are you doing here at this time?" a voice said.
Hermione jumped of her chair.
"You scared me." She said and turned around to see Draco awake.
She hugged him.
"Do you want to lay down beside me? That chair doesn't look comfortable at all."
"Madam Pomfrey said I could use a be--"
"You don't want to wake everyone else at this school do you? By dragging the bed I mean."
"You're right." She answered and layed down beside him.
"I've always admired your courage, Draco, but sometimes you can be really thick."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"They found you outside the hospital wing, I know you weren't here when you got hurt, so where were you?"
"In class."
"Don't lie."
"In the room of requierment." He whispered.
"What were you doing there?"
"Private."
"Who dragged you here?"
"I think it was Snape."
"What happened to you?"
"While you were gone, Madam Polfrey told me it was a panic attack."
"Why did---"
"And before you ask. I don't know why I had a panic attack.
"I'm just glad you're better." She said and looked at him.
He looked at her. Their faces were really close. He kissed her lightly on the lips. His soft lips against hers.
"Good night Granger."
"Good night Draco."