Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 5

I'm in the Astronomy for the next five hours pondering. What am I going to do? I miss the simpler days, when it was just me, mum and dad. I miss just being alone in my room, drawing or playing with dolls. At the time five and ten years old seemed like so long. But I convince myself I can never go back to visit my parents. Draco would never let me, and it would only put them in more danger. Finally, it starts to get dark, so I force myself to walk downstairs for dinner. I missed both lunch and breakfast, so I'm starved. I reach the dining hall just in time. "Hermione! Where have you been?" Ron shouts worriedly as I squeeze in next to Harry. "I'm sorry guys. I got held up in my room. Penelope Clearwater needed help with an assignment," I say. I feel really bad about how much I've had to lie today. It feels so wrong and I know it will come back on me later. "Its the beggining of the year. We havent even started classes yet," Harry says. He's on to me. I shrug my shoulders. "Something for professor McGonagall," I say assumingly. I load my plate with spaghetti and meatballs and eat hardily to stop my stomach from growling. Before we can walk upstairs, Harry pulls me aside on the staircase. "What is it?" I say. "Are you ok?" Harry asks me. "Yes. Why?" I ask. "You missed two meals today, and you dissapeared for five straight hours. And, your excuse was helping Penelope with homework that hasen't even been assigned," Harry whispers. I don't know how to answer his question. "Harry, its not me we need to worry about," I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. I half smile. "Just... Dont worry about me," I say, sliding my hand down his arm to his hand and patting it before asecending the staircase to the Gryffendor common room. When we reach it, we both sit down next to Ron and talk while the fire is going. Mid convorsation is when I remember Draco. "Hey, i'm getting tired. I think i'm going up," I say sleepily. "Night 'mione," they both answer. "Night boys," I say with a yawn. I rush upstairs as fast as I can. Draco said he would be back in the afternoon but I didnt see him at the dinner table. I knock on his bedroom door, roughly. No reply. "Draco?" I ask, my voice wavering. Something terrible has happened, I can feel it. And i'm scared. For Draco Malfoy. I lean my head on the wooden door in defeat. Quietly, I sulk back to my room and shut the door. I'm afraid to sleep because if Draco comes here I want to see him first thing. So I sit quietly on my bed, every now and then drifting off to sleep. Suddenly there's a knock on my door. I gasp silently. "Draco?" I ask. No answer. Silently, I slip off my bed and walk over to the door. Reluctantly, I open it. Draco spills onto the ground, covered in blood. "Draco!" I cry. I'm on my knees in an instant, trying to see if he's concious. "Draco, look at me. Speak to me," I beg. His eyes are silver again, opening slightly to look at me. His face is pure blood red. Tears come to my eyes as I wipe the blood from his face and he cries out. "Draco, its ok. Please dont move too much," I plead. Theres a little bottle of healing fluid in my bedside table, so I quickly grab that and sqeeze the contents onto Draco's wounds. He cries out. "Im sorry, it will stop soon," I sob. My hands are covered in Draco's blood and I'm a mess. Draco is practically wheezing and I'm afraid that he only has so long to live. "Draco, just look at me. Keep your eyes on mine," I beg him. I put my hands in his hands and his eyes start to droop. "Draco, stop. Stay with me," I sob. With quick thinking, I cast a healing spell on as many wounds I can find. After three minutes he starts to get better. I lean against the bed with Draco's head on my lap, soaking his face with a damp cloth to remove the blood. "What did he do to you?" I ask him, wiping his hands. "Its a long story," Draco croaks. Finally, Draco's body is mostly blood free. "Here, let me take you to your bedroom," I say. I stand, then carefully get Draco to stand and support him by putting his arm around me and leading him to his room. I carefully help him to the bed but dont let him lay yet because his clothes are soaked with blood. So he stands holding the head board for support while I grab him some new clothes. "Here," I say, setting the clothes down on the bed. I peel off his shirt carefully and see that underneath is much worse. We'll have to take care of that in the morning. For now I simply wipe his torso down with the wet cloth again and quickly cloth him before things get too awkward. "Can you finish?" I ask. "I'll manage," he smiles. "You're tired. Go to bed," he says. "But Draco-" I object. "I'll be alright. Don't worry," he says. "Ok. Goodnight," I say. Draco stumbles over and kisses my cheek softly. "Thank you," he whispers, then lets me leave.

I dream of him that night.