Hidden Feelings - Dramione

Chapter Nineteen

James stepped out of the boat and Hermione was still staring at Draco. He knew she was worried but didn't know how to help her.

"We'd better get him in," he whispered, making her jump, "sorry."

She nodded and stood up as James looked around. The silence made him uneasy as did the darkness. The night bought along all kinds of evil.

"How are we..." muttered Hermione, staring at Draco.

"I've got him," James muttered and walked over to Draco.

He picked him up by slinging his arm over James' shoulders. He was heavy which probably wasn't a good sign although James said nothing, not wanting Hermione to worry. She grabbed him by the waist and both of them walked towards the boat

The boat had a steering outside and had a cabin inside. It had a fridge to store food in and a small single bed. It also had a small bathroom. James tightened his grip on Draco as they hauled him into the cabin. Hermione looked around as they settled Draco onto the bed. Her eyes fixed onto Draco and James at on a chair, staring at her.

"What do we do now?" asked Hermione, quietly, "why isn't he moving? Why doesn't he make a sound? Why is he so warm?"

"He'll be fine, trust me," whispered James but it only made Hermione clutch Draco tighter, "remember, he was ill before we left so..."

James stopped. He wasn't fooling anyone. He didn't know whether Draco would get up or not. He knew he should stop giving Hermione false hope. James stood up and sighed.

"I'll go steer," he muttered, leaving the cabin.

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Hermione's POV

Hermione clutched Draco's warm hand tighter, hoping James would shut up. He had no idea what was wrong with Draco. He didn't know if Draco would even... would... get up or not. All they had was hope.

"I'll go steer," muttered James and left the room.

Hermione let out a breath. She was hungry, tired and so worried about Draco. After all, he did this for her. She should be worried right?

Hermione's hand pushed Draco's sleeve up to reveal the ugly dark mark printed on his forearm. She traced the outline, wondering if Draco even thought of this anymore. He would've hated that it was printed forever on his skin but he must've learnt to live with it. Her hands went up to his forehead. It was burning hot.

She looked around the room. She had to do something! He was burning up so bad. Hermione got up and went into the bathroom. It was quite small with a toilet, bath and sink. Their were cupboards there too. She opened them and found a small bowl. Hermione filled the tub with cold water, anxious to get to Draco. She grabbed a cloth and went to sit on the ground beside him.

She wetted the cloth thoroughly and gently placed it on his forehead. He didn't move. Not even a sound.

"It's okay," Hermione whispered to herself, she wouldn't let the fact that he didn't move get to her.

She wetted the cloth and placed it on his forehead a couple of times, hoping he would get up or move or do something! Hermione heard James come in and he took a seat, watching her.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head.

"Hungry?" he asked, knowing she would lie.

She did. She shook her head.

"How about you unpack and I'll do that?" James got up and tried to take the bowl away from her.

"The waters warm now," whispered Hermione, not letting go of the bowl.

James sat beside her and asked, "what?"

"The water! The bloody water! It was cold when I put it in and now it's warm! He's getting worse!" she yelled, leaving the bowl aside she caught Draco's face in her hands, "Wake up, Draco."

James watched as tears fell onto Draco's neck and fell to the side. He didn't know how to stop Hermione. He sighed.

"You love him," it wasn't a question, it was a statement and James knew she did.

Hermione turned to him in surprise. Tears streamed down her face but her expression also shone with anger. She leaned into James.

"I do not love him! He did this for me, I need to make him better!"

She pushed him away and cried, leaning against Draco's bed. James sat next to her and took he hand, playing with it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"James, he's not moving or anything..." she whispered back, "What if he... what is he dies?"

They had both considered the possibility but no one had said it out loud. Now that Hermione had, the atmosphere turned cold and Draco's breathing got louder as if he had heard what his destiny was.

"That won't happen," muttered James after a long pause.

"But-"

"Arghhh!" the sound came from behind them.

Draco! Hermione quickly looked to him. His eyes were now open and staring at the ceiling, screaming so much and he shivered. His body was violently shivering making him pant and scream at the same time.

"Herm - Arghhhh- Herm...."

"He's calling for me!" whispered Hermione, she got to her feet and his eyes met her's, "I'm safe."

He breathed a sigh of relief, although it was hard to tell because of his consistent panting. He closed his eyes and shivered, still screaming. Hermione took his hand and shouted at James to do something. Although James didn't move, he just stared at Hermione.

"James, don't just stand there! Do something!" yelled Hermione.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?!" yelled James.

And he left the room, banging the door shut behind him. Hermione didn't look at him because her eyes stayed on Draco's shivering body. She didn't know how to help him.

"Draco... draco..." she repeated, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Ccccccc....ccccooooll..." he shivered, unable to speak.

"You're cold? I know, Draco. I don't know how to help you!" Tears streamed like a river down her face.

She grabbed her wand and magicked him a blanket. She threw it over him and tucked him in.

"I'm sorry, Draco. This is all my fault..." she muttered, some tears fell onto his blanket.

Draco opened his eye and looked at her but soon his eyes were shut and he shivered again, arching his body in pain.

"Nnnnn... noo," he managed to get out.

"Try not to speak, Draco," muttered Hermione.

Her soothing hands brushed through his hair, eventually putting him to sleep although he was still shivering as he slept. At least he was quiet. Hermione rested her head beside his sleeping body and soon she was in a deep sleep with Draco's hand clutching her's.

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James POV

James walked in a few minutes later to see that Hermione was fast asleep next to Draco, who was still shivering even with a blanket over him.

Their hands were entwined. James stared at their hands, a strong surge of jealousy shot through him. He thought Draco would be gone so it would just be himself and Hermione.

Obviously, he was wrong.