Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

When I wake the next morning, my eyes are heavy with lack of sleep. Its dreary today, rain pouring down outside my window. The covers on my bed feel warm and cozy, and I don't want to get out of bed. But I instantly think of Draco and force myself to get up and dress. I put on some jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt that sticks to my waist. My hair is wavy so I pin a little piece back to tame it. I quietly open the door to Draco's room to see if he's up. He lays sound asleep in his bed. I silently walk over to him and see that his shirt has been soaked through with blood again. I put one hand on his shirt to unbutton it but he wakes with a jolt, suddenly breathing heavily. "I'm sorry, I didnt mean to wake you," I whisper. He's a bit groggy, but he sits up in the bed to come to his senses. "S'ok," he croaks. "Your shirt is just soaked. Are you ready to get up now?" I ask him. "Yeah, I think so," he says. "Carefully now," I warn him as he puts his feet on the ground. "I'm going to get you to the shower so you can rinse off, ok?" I tell him. "Alright," he winces, starting to walk. I hold out my hand for support and guide him slowly to the bathroom. "Can you stand without me?" I carefully set him in the shower. "I'll be ok," he says, grabbing hold of the wall. "Draco, i'm worried about you," I admit. "Don't. I'm not worth the worry," he says. "Of course you are," I say. His eyes flash silver as he leans in and kisses me. His lips are warm and inviting, not cold and hard as I always imagined they would be. Am I actually kissing Draco Malfoy? I have to convince myself that its actually him. Softly, I pull away as I start to remember Draco is still in need of a wash. He smiles a little as I open my eyes. "I figured it out," I whisper. "What?" Draco questions, his cool breath hitting my neck. "This. You," I say, backing up. "What do you mean?" He asks. I unbutton his bloody shirt and open the window. Carefully, I put the collar on the windowsill and close the window to air out the rest of the shirt. "I mean, the reason you suddenly take intrest in me. You're a veela," I say, looking at him. Theres a pause as Draco processes this information. "So now you know. What are you going to do?" He asks. "Draco theres nothing wrong with it. Its just something you inherited," I assure him. "You don't have a choice, thats whats wrong with it. I can't not love you now. I'll never stop loving you, even if we never see each other again," he says. Another pause as I turn on the shower. "Get washed up," I say, closing the door and going to sit on the large windowsill in Draco's room. These quarters are high off the ground, so you can pretty much see the entire forest from the window. Its all covered in thick white snow, like Hedwig's feathers. Harry. Shoot. I quickly stand and walk to the bathroom door. "Draco?" "Yes?" "I have to go, are you alright alone?" "Go ahead." We exchange before I rush out the door and downstairs to the dining hall. Second time in a row i've missed breakfast. I spot Harry exiting the dining hall and go to walk with him. "Hi," I say breathlessly. "Where were you?" He asks. I try to ignore his question. "Where's Ron?" I say. "He's gone upstairs to look for you," Harry says. "Great. He can meet us on the path," I say. I've managed to sucessfully side track Harry for the time being. "What path?" Harry questions, pivoting to the next hallway. "We should take a walk. Before things get hectic, you know?" I say, following behind Harry to the Gryffindor Common Room. "I suppose. Right now?" He asks. "There's no other time. I'm probably going to be in the library again today," I tell Harry as we ascend the staircase. "Hermione, is that blood?" Harry asks suddenly. I look down to where his eyes are looking and see some drops of blood on my white socks. "Yes. I accidentally cut myself on the way here. No big deal," I cover. We reach the common room and Harry

grabs a scarf and coat.

After a long walk, I race up to Draco's room to see how he's doing.