Sucker for his love

Ch22

I got to the Room Of Requirement, and entered.

I walked cautiously into it because it was filled with so much old furniture, and it was all so badly stacked that I was fearful it would come tumbling down upon me.

I heard someone speaking, and I followed the voice right to Draco. It was unmistakably him, and I could tell by the tall stature, clad in black with the startling blonde, almost white hair.

"Harmonia Nectum Passus," he spoke, and I frowned to myself, because I'd heard of the spell, but I didn't know what it did, I couldn't remember.

"Draco?" I spoke questioningly, and he turned around instantly, his face clouded in anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked me furiously.

"I wanted to find you. Um... I had to tell you something." I replied, taken aback by his fury.

"What is it?" He asked quickly.

"Pansy's pregnant." I told him.

His eyes widened visibly, and he smirked.

"Really? Tell her I said congratulations," he replied, turning back to the cabinet thing in front of him.

"Draco, I wanted to talk... about us." I said bravely. Well, I couldn't hold it in forever!

"Later Hermione," he brushed it off.

"No!" He turned to look at me in surprise. "You've been so distant lately, and I know this is hard for you, being a.... death eater, but the thing is, you shouldn't push me away, not when you need someone more than ever. It's okay to confide in me,"

My heart was thudding in my chest as I awaited his response tensely.

He looked at me despondently.

"I didn't know you felt that way. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away, but I just find it hard to speak about feelings. I always have. I know it's wrong, but old habits die hard, and I was raised to be void of emotions. I couldn't show my weakness or pain, and I didn't... I wouldn't..."

He punched a chair, and it came falling down, and he tried to block it, but he wasn't fast enough, and it fell on me, crushing my arm.

"Ow!" I winced in pain.

It hurt so badly, and even though I tried to hold the tears back, it didn't work, and I lay there and sobbed.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm such a monster!" He yelled, so angry with himself it hurt.

It hurt for me to see him so upset.

"I'm going to pull the chair off, and you have to roll," he told me, and I nodded.

He lifted the heavy oak chair off me, and I rolled out carefully.

He picked me up in his arms and hugged me tightly.

"All I do is get you hurt. You deserve so much better," he said to me, looking deep into my eyes.

"You're the one I choose though. I want you. I'm never giving up on you Draco Lucius Malfoy," I insisted, kissing him on the cheek, though it hurt to lean up a little.

"We have to get you to Madame Pomfrey. She'll mend that arm for you quickly, but you might have to have a bandage cast for about a week." He said.

"Not three like when you milked your hippogriff injury," I laughed weakly.

"That hurt!" He replied with a small chuckle, but his eyes showed he was truly worried about me.

We got to the hospital wing, and he brought me up to Madame Pomfrey.