Bonded

Hearing voices

Draco's POV

When I wake up I don't recognize my surroundings. I am lying in an uncomfortable bed and light is streaming through the blinds making me want to close my eyes again.

Yesterday's events came rushing back to my brain.

Granger. The classroom. The dagger. The mix of our blood. The blinding light. The dream.

Cassiopeia.

What the hell? I was so sure she was real. It seemed real. My love for both of them, my wife and daughter, still overwhelmed me with how real it all seemed.

Then I remembered Granger seemed to know who Cassie was?

How?

A dream is personal. Nobody else should know what you are dreaming about, but somehow Granger knew.

I push these thoughts to the back of my head as I hear Granger stirring in her sleep. It seems like she will wake up soon. I intend to find out what she dreamed about last night and how she knew who Cassiopeia was.

Her eyes fluttered open to the sound of Boy wonder and the weasel bursting through the doors to the hospital wing. They walked briskly towards her bedside, shooting daggers at me on the way there, then turning their heads towards their precious know-it-all and sat down on either side of her bed.

She seemed annoyed at the company, which amused me greatly. I also noticed her rolling her eyes, amusing me even more. I let out a snicker and I knew they heard me because Scarhead and the Weasel King both turned their heads toward me. I just looked away from the Golden Trio and looked out the window, trying desperately to rid my mind of yesterday's events.

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Hermione's POV

I woke up to the sound of the Hospital Wing's doors flying open and crashing against the walls. And in walked Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. I don't necessarily like them, but they have been there for me since year 1. My dad hates Potter, which is understandable, I mean Lily chose James Potter over my dad.

They make their way towards my bed, glaring at Draco on the way over here. I can't help but feel annoyed as they do so. Whether Draco knows it or not, I care for him.

When they reach my side they look over me for any damage. They notice my cut, still un-healed, and instantly look concerned.

"Mione, why hasn't Madam Pomfrey healed your cut? Are you in any pain? Can you touch it? Oh my Merlin, it's bleeding!" Harry asks me in a frantic voice.

I swear he is worse than my father. I roll my eyes but before I get to answer the boys, Draco lets out a snicker. Potter and Weasley turn around to face him and Draco just looks away from the Wonder-twins glare. I wonder what is so amusing. When they swivel their heads round to face me I begin to assure them that I am ok.

"I'm fine, Harry. Honestly. Only madam Pomfrey couldn't heal my wound. That's why it is still bleeding." I tell them both.

They both turned to each other and shared a look of pure confusion.

"She can't heal you?" Ron questioned.

"Not me or Malfoy. He got cut too." I reply.

"Why can't she heal you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, I'm not a healer!" I reply back, irritation lacing every word.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but the sound of Madam Pomfrey coming in and putting a tray on the end of Draco and I's bed cut him off.