The Dying Flower

25|Whoever cares

Nov. 20,1998

Dear,

"Wait Malfoy who am I writing to?"Hermione yelled from her seat in the kitchen, quill in hand.

"To anyone who cares," Draco yell from the study room, nextdoor.

"You need to be more pacific!"

"Ugh! Just write it to Potter or Weaslette, they care don't they?"

"I don't know," Hermione mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Draco yelled.

"Nothing!"

The rain outside the window in the kitchen was getting louder and louder. Making it hard for Draco and Hermione talk to each other.

"Why can't I write it in the study?" Hermione yelled her question over the rain.

"Because,"Draco started to walk into the kitchen a book in hand," you won't get distracted by me reading."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the Slytherin leaning on the door frame in front of her.

"How do you have time to read? We have homework that is due, quidditch practice to go to, n.e.w.t's to study for,but here we both are sitting in a kitchen."

"Well I'm standing."

"Smart addict."

"Well I'm not a smart as you of course."

"You flatter me Mr.Malfoy."

"Here, I'll sit in the kitchen with you and read,but you need to finish that letter."

"Oh how is the book?"

"Arthur Doyle is a brilliant writer, Sherlock Holmes kind of reminds me of you a little. Oh and Dr.Watson is very good at describing....wait you're trying to distract me from tell you to finish the letter."

"What? I'll never.."

"Hermione finish the letter."

"But.."

"Just finish the letter it's almost eleven."

"I don't need to obey you..I can just leave right now."

"Yeah,but this contract that you, me and Valentine signed says that you have to obey me till you are done with suicidal thoughts and depression," Draco said waving a small piece of parchment in front of her.

"Why did I sign that bloody contact?" Hermione mumbled to herself, rubbing her forehead with two fingers.

"Come on finish that letter so we can both sleep."

"Yeah, yeah okay."

"Good,"then Draco walk to the seat in front of Hermione and started to read.

Dear, Whoever cares

Why does life hurt? I asked myself this everytime I get abused by someone, who I thought loved me. I also ask myself if everyone even does care;this year I almost killed myself, I almost let fear and doubt win. But someone I guess cares and saved me from my suicide. What made me jump to my death you may ask? Pressure, stress,abuse and a sicken voice telling me that my life was a fantasy, a dream. I listened to that voice and I jumped

Hermione dropped her quill, and cover her face with her trembling hands making sure Draco didn't see her cry. But Draco did see her cry. He dropped his book and ran to Hermione's side to comfort her.

"Hermione it's okay I'm here,"Draco said while giving Hermione a hug," No one can hurt you am here, nothing can touch you."

"I'm fine," Hermione said and wiggled out of Draco's hug. She wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand.