remember me [dramione] ✔️

Chapter 31 || Year 5

Hermione's POV-

I took a deep breath as I looked at the doors of the hospital wing, repetitively re-thinking if it was a good idea. I shook my head and pushed open the door, ignoring the voice in my head that told me it was a terrible idea.

I walked to the end of the hospital wing where his bed was situated; the curtains slightly drawn. He lay there on the plain bed, small amounts of red covering the white sheets. His platinum blonde hair - which was no longer gelled back but falling freely, ending just above his eyes - had small specks of dried blood near the tips. He also had blood seeping out from both his swollen lip and eyebrow, with remains of the previous nosebleed he must of had still there. His shirt was ripped opened, revealing blue and purple bruises on his pale but toned stomach. Overall, he looked horrible.

Draco, who was staring at the wall, zero interest in his grey eyes, averted his gaze towards me when he heard my small gasp at his form.

"Hey," I greeted, not knowing what else to say.

"Hi," He replied, his voice hoarse.

He moved slightly in his bed, wincing.

"Has Madam Pomfrey even started to heal you yet?" I asked in a worried tone, taking a step closer.

"She went to go get some potions I think, but otherwise, no," He answered.

Just as he finished speaking, the voice of the school's nurse could be heard as she rushed over to Draco's bed with vials of assorted potions and her wand in her hands.

"Malfoy, I need you to drink all of these before I can get rid of the bruising. Although the pain might come back in an hour or two. Tell me it does. Miss Granger, could you please make sure he drinks them all for me? I have various injured players from that ruddy quidditch game today," She said on a rush.

"Of course, Madam
Pomfrey," I nodded.

"Thank you dear," The elderly witch smiled before rushing off to the front of the hospital wing where the other patients were situated.

I turned around to see Draco staring intently, a small but soft smirk playing on his lips, causing my stomach to flutter, although I pretended like nothing happened.

"Well drink up," I told the slytherin, watching his roll his eyes as he picked up the first potion - wincing whilst doing so - but not saying anything.

His smirk turned into a scowl as he finished up the last vial of potion, the taste obviously disgusting him to no end. I couldn't help myself but to let out a small chuckle as he tried his hardest not to gag.

"Piss off, Granger," Draco grumbled.

"Always so charming," I commented, grinning.

"What are you doing here, Granger?" He questioned, his tone not soft and welcoming but not harsh either.

"I came here to see you. Is there a problem?" I responded. crossing my arms.

He looked at me, the bruising and swelling on his face beginning to face away, but the blood still evident on his face.

"No. There's no problem," He whispered.

I realised then how vulnerable he was lying on that bed, injured by two gryffindors. Although I didn't pity him, I still felt slightly bad about the humiliation he must have gone through on that quidditch field. I kept on telling myself that if he wasn't such a sore looser and didn't keep on insulting both the Weasley's and Harry's parents, he wouldn't of had all the punches he had to both his face and stomach by Harry and George. I was just glad that some of their team was holding Fred back, or he would have definitely joined in on the one-sided fist-fight. But the more I kept on telling myself it was his fault, the more I believed the opposite.

"I'm sorry for what Harry and George did," I sighed, walking forward and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"It's not your fault, Hermione," He mumbled.

"But they're my friends. They shouldn't of started-"

"Does he know you're here?" Draco asked suddenly, cutting my apology off.

"Who?" I questioned.

"Your boyfriend. The Weasley twin," He spat.

"W-what? How did you even know?" Was all I responded with, my mind in shock for his sudden mood change and the fact that he knew Fred and I were dating when no one else knew.

"I have my sources Granger. Now answer the question. Does he know you're here, visiting me, the enemy of all you gryffindors?" The blonde asked again.

"No," I muttered, shaking my head slightly.

"Then go," He said harshly.

"But what if I said I didn't want to. What if I said I actually wanted to see you?" I challenged, standing up off the bed.

"You're the one who said yourself that you want nothing to do with me, so don't you dare try to turn this back on me and make me look like the bad guy here," Draco responded sitting up, his shirt still unbuttoned.

"I said that because of you! I was just so done with everything that had anything to do with you. The way you treat me like absolute shit; the way you shatter my heart, but you never once cared. So I gave up on you," I explains harshly.

"Then why are you here?" He asked defiantly.

"Because I didn't think it was right the way Harry and George beat you up like that, even though you were the one who was egging them on with all those insults," I answered, my face flushing red with an uncontainable anger.

"But yet you think it was alright to smash my face with your foot whilst I was unconscious?" He retorted, his grey eyes blazing with something beyond anger, yet that emotion that he always tended to have but I never knew what was still mixed in there.

"You fucking deserved it!"
I shrieked, letting out a semi-growl as I placed my head into hands for a couple of seconds.

"How so?" He simply responded although his voice was filled with a sort of hatred.

"You broke me Draco Malfoy. You fucked around with me one too many times, and it made me snap. I used to care for you, you know that? I used to love you too-"

"And you still do! I can see it in your eyes," Draco interrupted.

"You know nothing about me, nor will you ever! I want absolutely nothing to do with you, and I hope you have a great life being the pathetic player that you are. I hate you, and it's your own fault that I do. If you maybe, for just once, thought about someone else instead of being that selfish, arrogant little prick you are, you might actually get somewhere in life. But no Malfoy, that ship has long sailed now. I'm done with you, and I hope that I'll never have to have another encounter with you again. But knowing that that exact wish cannot be for-filled, don't expect me to ever talk, or even look your way, again. Thanks for nothing Malfoy!" I yelled at him, flipping him the finger as I stormed out of the hospital wing, ignoring all of the conscious patients stares.

As soon as I heard the doors behind me close, I ran with no clue where I was going, but soon found myself by the black lake. A strangled sob escaped my lips as I sunk into the ground; my shoulders shaking as vigorous sobs left my body, echoing around me. I didn't care about the people surrounding the lake as I felt their glares on my frail form.

"Are you alright?" Someone asked, placing a soft hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at them, feeling the tears slide down my cheeks and off my chin onto the ground.

"Oh Mione," Ginny Weasley whispered, pulling me into her tight embrace, which I gladly accepted as I sobbed against her, my tears most likely soaking her clothes.

I didn't even know why I allowed myself to become so worked up over him, but I just couldn't help it. Because I knew he'll always be the voice restricting me from doing things and the voice that breaks me down whether I wanted to admit it nor want it or not.

Because I was the idiot who dug myself into the un-escapable hole I was in by befriending the enemy an falling in love with the heartbreaker.

The only thing I could do was to hope that by breaking down against the female Weasley, it would help me to forget the pain that the slytherin had caused.