A New Beginning[On Hold]

Chapter 29

Sorry for the slow updates...

School has started for me...

*sobs hysterically*

Well, here ya go.

Hermione's POV:

As soon as I felt my fist connect with whoever was behind me, a voice rang out.

"God, Hermione! That hurt!"

I jumped up and spun around.

Draco was sitting on the floor, holding his nose.

"Oh, Draco!" I said.

"Nice way to say hi." He said, frowning.

"Sorry." I said.

"Who did you think I was?" He asked.

I sighed, sitting down on the couch.

Draco came around and sat down next to me.

"You thought I was Ron, didn't you?" He asked.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. That was stupid." He said.

"Yea, it was stupid." I agreed.

"Sorry." He said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Its okay. I'm just always so paranoid after...." I trailed off.

He nodded against my head.

"I know, its alright." He said.

"Thanks, Draco." I said.

"You're welcome." He said.

He pulled away from the hug.

I gasped.

"What?" He asked.

"Draco, your nose...." I said.

It was spurting blood.

He held his hand up to his nose.

It came away covered in blood.

"Oh dear." He said.

I sprang up.

"What do we do?" I asked, panicking.

"Hermione. I'm fine." He said.

He coughed.

Blood shot from his mouth.

"You're not fine!" I almost shouted.

"Fine. I'm not." He said.

"Okay.... I'll go get a washcloth." I said, trying to stay calm.

I ran into the bathroom before he answered.

I searched frantically through various drawers.

I couldn't find anything to help Draco.

I ran out of the bathroom and down that hallway to the laundry room.

I dug through a pile of laundry and finally found a clean washcloth.

I raced out to the living room.

When I got there, I gasped.

Draco was laying on the couch.

"Draco!" I said, shaking his shoulder.

He didn't move.

My breathing became ragged.

I pressed my ear to where his heart should be and listened.

I couldn't hear anything over my frantic gasps of breath.

I forced myself to calm down.

Slowly, my breathing became normal.

I once again pressed my ear to Draco's heart.

I heard a faint beating.

I stood up and noticed his chest slowly rising and falling.

I looked at his nose.

It was still seeping blood, forming a growing red stain on the white couch.

I pressed the washcloth to his nose.

It soon turned dark red.

I looked down at the hand that had held the washcloth.

It was covered in dark red blood.

So.

I made two new books.

One's called Miracles and one's called A Girl Named Tiger.

Go check them out!

So, thanks for reading!

Lots of love and Potter vibes, Vanessa